SamJackShipper93

It was that kind of day. Molly Hooper is embarrassed and depressed and angry and frustrated with the world, and she feels a great need to be hugged. It was a child- those days are never good, when it's someone so much younger than her laid out cold and stiff on the slab. Sherlock swept in and delicately examined the girl with his long, beautiful, sensitive hands, then looked up at her, cold gray eyes clouded. "Moriarty," he said harshly, his dark voice thick with disgust. And they went on, and examined the child, Sherlock returned to his microscope and then...it was a simple question, she gave a simple answer. But...she said "Jim." She mean