“I suppose that’s true. Not anymore.” Or at least, she wouldn’t consider herself weak or helpless - she was more a dangerous force of nature, someone who you just knew wasn’t to be trifled with. 

“Mind, given how you reacted to him,” she pointed at the body on the slab. “I do wonder if you pack more of a punch than most people would give you credit for.” 

Molly shrugged, finally done with the autopsy and able to transfer her full attention to the other woman. "Well, to tell the truth I am simply observant and cold-nerved, maybe intelligent, not exactly strong if that's what you were thinking about" the pathologisy said.

“I guess so.”  The older woman shuffled nervously, speaking in a shy, clearly American accent.  “I haven’t been here long, and I need a job pretty badly.  I’m Cheryl, by the way.  Cheryl Kingsbury.”  @morguexdeer

Molly smiled at the woman "Hello Cheryl, nice to meet you" the pathologist said in a friendly tone "I am going to show you around in a moment, I just have to finnish with this autopsy. You can stay if you wish, by the way, welcome to England"

@morguexdeer

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“Maybe…” She put in her right index on her lower lip seeming lost in thought. “Jim has so many problems to solve but only the best murders are because of him… or me… should keep a list, could help I guess.” 

Sabrina smirked as she listened to Molly talk about the detective. “I don’t doubt he’s somehow interesting but I don’t care. As Mama would say, better a psychopath than no path at all.”

The sniper looked at her watch before looking back at Molly. “Oh no ! Dear Sherly will come I must flee…” She fake yawned at that. “Or what ? He won’t touch a hair on my head or the game with Jim would be over and they both love their game ! You won’t deprive him of this do you ?”

Molly raised her eyebrow at the sniper “Don’t worry, as long as you don’t lay a hand on me you don’t have to keep an eye on your locks” the pathologist snorted and brushed her own hair off her eyes after briefly taking off the glove. She was getting tired. Had been a long day, besides, here was this blonde devil lurking by. No need to say, if she makes it put there alive, Sherlock isn’t the best comforter… eh, at least he has skilled fingers… long skilled fingers. Molly nearly started laughing. She was thinking about Sherlock’s fingers where cutting open another skull.

Sabrina smirked at the pathologist’s words. “Do you know a thing called second degré ? It means that I wasn’t really talking about this beautiful mane darling… so…” The sniper looked at Molly as she was taking off her glove nearly laughing, great the other woman was starting to lose her mind. “What’s happening in your funny little head ? Not that I really care.”

"Well if you are such an expert of the thing you should have realized I am using it as well, shouldn't you?.." Molly snorted, not even glancing at the sniper. The pathologist raised her eyebrow briefly. "If you don't care why do you ask? I don't like to leave an impression of a necrophile. People tend to assume that when you work in a morgue, even if you aren't thinking about the corpse"

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     Well, that was one tough question, considering that Greg had asked the same questions lots of times to himself before. It was bad enough that he couldn’t find an answer either. “Is this because of someone, Molly?” That could be the only plausible thing that he could think of now, really. “You are unique in your own way, yeah? Now tell me if someone made you feel this way, then we’ll get them, that’s a promise.”

Molly grunted, rolling her eyes briefly at her own misery. "No..." the pathologist murmured "Yes..." she looked at the inspector again "It seems if it's not a psychopath or a sociopath, then a neo-nazi...". She had left that bastard herself. The moment she learned the truth. What crawled under the skin the most was that she learned about his nazi obsession only during the visit of his house after about two months of relationshiop. The whole flat was full of the symbolic.... no need to say, Molly left the moment after learning the truth. She should have just sticked to sociopaths.

“Yes, Mycroft is rather…protective, of his little brother. Sometimes I’ve got to wonder why of course, they’re an odd pair.” Missy shrugged it off, removing her hand from the body to cross her arms again. 

“Trust me my dear, there’s really nothing I do that’s admirable or in any way a good choice.” Morally horrific, caused by terrible events, Missy had to bite her tongue to make sure she remained looking friendly and calm. 

Molly didn't fail to notice the tension of the other, she had a pretty keen eye actually, however didn't bring it up. She understood perfectly Missy might not want to talk about it at all.

"Well, Mycroft holds himself responsible for Sherlock and loves him even he woulr never admit..." Molly sighed "Perhaps there isn't, but at least you are not weak and helpless"

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“Oh, of course. But still.” A small sigh escaped Missy’s lips, hand trailing along the body’s bare arm for a moment, one gloved fingertip hovering with feather light pressure. 

“Well, we both know who did it, and we both know this is going to be put down as a cold case - they can hardly take it to court now, can they? Mycroft would never allow that.” Not for her protection, but because keeping her around and not-arrested was a benefit to him. 

"Indeed. But well, Mycroft is Mycroft. It just happens that way. Same is with Sherlock, whatever he would do there is no consequences. Not that I complain" Molly shrugged and smiled briefly again. She liked Sherlock in many ways, there was no denying in that, and she certainly didn't want him to get into trouble. Being around a person intouchable to law was not new to the pathologist, she did not mind it. "I guess I would be simply kind of glad for my position in your place" she admitted.

“Oh, of course. But still.” A small sigh escaped Missy’s lips, hand trailing along the body’s bare arm for a moment, one gloved fingertip hovering with feather light pressure. 

“Well, we both know who did it, and we both know this is going to be put down as a cold case - they can hardly take it to court now, can they? Mycroft would never allow that.” Not for her protection, but because keeping her around and not-arrested was a benefit to him. 

"Indeed. But well, Mycroft is Mycroft. It just happens that way. Same is with Sherlock, whatever he would do there is no consequences. Not that I complain" Molly shrugged and smiled briefly again. She liked Sherlock in many ways, there was no denying in that, and she certainly didn't want him to get into trouble. Being around a person intouchable to law was not new to the pathologist, she did not mind it. "I guess I would be simply kind of glad for my position in your place" she admitted.

“I’m awfully sorry about that by the way - I think it was a little over the top.” But he was being a dick and Missy? Missy had to put him in his place before she actually let the guy die. 

“Besides, I could probably save you the time, it’s not like this is going to be anything but a report.” 

"Well, I am sure you had your reasons" a small smile appeared on Molly's face. After all, maybe she hated to admit, but some men really needed this done to them. The payhologist frowned at Missy's next words. "Meaning?.."

“Does it bother you?” Missy stayed on the other side of the body, hip against the counter and arms neatly crossed as she watched Molly - she seemed so…sensitive, for a job like this. Dead bodies and pain and all that gore, Missy did wonder how exactly Molly felt about it. 

“Not at all. I have seen worse. I am just tired. Didn’t get much sleep last night...” Molly shrugged in the what can I even do about it manner. It hadn’t been a very wise choice before a busy day, but a certain somebody just had to keep her up “And well, an autopsy for this kind of victim is a Hell of a work...”

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