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I sat down at the kitchen table. There was a pot of tea on top. I sighed. Coffee. That's what i needed. I heard Molly rush downstairs and into the kitchen, clearly late for her next shift again.

"Morning" she greeted me. I smiled back and managed to haul myself up of the kitchen chair to put the kettle on. "Oh, i came down before i got dressed and made you some tea. I thought you might have a bit of a hangover" she informed me.

"I know, but i always drink coffee. Also i don't have a hangover" i replied. How many times did i have to tell her? I know Molly's just trying to look out for me but she has this sweet, innocent character about her that's just sometimes really irritating.

"Okay, well I’ll remember for next time. And i just thought because you went out, and i haven't seen you all night that you were..." Molly trailed off nervously

"I went to the library to finish of my book." i said simply.

"Oh, yeah that's in for today isn't it?" she asked, relaxing slightly.

"Yeah" i smiled. This was it. My big break. I went to university to study literature and started to write books. Then one day when i was sat in cafe this person walked up to me and asked what i was doing. When i told him i was writing a book, he told me he could publish it for me if i wanted. He needed it today.

My phone buzzed. 'You have one new text from Sherlock'. I sighed

'Meet at St.Barts if convenient' I rolled my eyes. Does he not realise that i have to hand my book in at 12:00 today? I was about to text back saying 'no' when he sent another text 'If inconvenient come anyway' I’m going to punch him. Again.

"What's wrong?" Molly asked

"Sherlock” i replied as an explanation “Come on"

“I don't have to be at work for another hour" Molly frowned as I grabbed my coat and practically yanked her out of the house.

"Well you're going to work and hour early." i shrugged.

We got a taxi and arrived at St. Bart’s hospital, where Molly works, about twenty minutes later. Molly is a doctor except she works in the mortuary which comes in handy when Sherlock wants to examine a certain body for a case. I'm not going to say anything else.

"Molly, you're not supposed to be at work for another 38 minutes" Sherlock questioned when we arrived. He was currently riffling through some paperwork

"I...urm...well...i thought seeing as Corra was coming in now i thought..urm...i might as well." Molly stammered. By the way Molly doesn't have a stutter, she just gets nervous about talking to people and struggles to get things out. Unfortunately, this is one of the many things that Sherlock picks up on and this time was no different to any other.

"You shouldn't stutter Molly, it's not very attractive and it might be difficult for someone, not me, to understand you." Sherlock commented.

"You're such an arse sometimes." i glared at him.

"I don't see how I’m anything like a donkey" Sherlock questioned.

"Oh my days. You drag me in here at the crack of dawn when you know that i have an important meeting that will decide my career in an hour, and Molly, being the good friend that she is, came to help you and all you do is offend her!" i ranted. Many people wouldn't understand why I’m friends with Sherlock seeing as i shout at him all the time, but I’m one of his only friends. Plus, Mycroft wants me to keep an eye on Sherlock because he has recently taken a job working for the government, doing god only knows what, and he 'worries' about Sherlock getting into trouble.

"Did i offend her?" Sherlock asked, clueless as ever.

"Yes" i shouted.

"No" Molly stated.

"Well Molly doesn't seem to think i offended her so why do you care?" Sherlock asked. I sighed.

"Never mind, i have to go sort this book out anyway" i said, glancing at my watch before heading out of room. Sherlock called something just as I opened the door/

"Oh, and by the way, the man you're seeing can't publish your book. He just wants to have sex with you."

"Fuck off!" i stormed out, got in a taxi and went home.