Jealousy Turning Saints [Sherlock/Molly]

[Molly Hooper]

Pulling up the hood of her now very helpful raincoat, she made her way through the busy streets of London, trying to get away from the hospital and back to her house after another extremely busy night shift with a gas explosion happening not too far from the hospital. All five of the pathologists had been called in to work this case and, after having been in the place already, she had been on the longest, suffering hours of talk about how Halo is nothing like Call Of Duty, such as was the normal topic of conversation as she worked with a group of young boys who had just finished medical school. She often wondered whether it was worth going to work for the conversation, but then she remembered why she still worked there and for her only contact with the man of mystery, Sherlock Holmes.

Her mind drifting to the man in question, she no long felt the rain pouring onto her, her mind only focused on that very intelligent and very surreal man. Sherlock Holmes had been one of the focusses of her life for many years now, going on to her fourth year of, well, kind of knowing him. They weren't friends, that was for sure, but he did know her name which she could only presume was a step in the right direction. He often noticed little things about her too. Putting on lipstick, wearing her hair differently, taking the lipstick back off. Sherlock noticed every little detail so she often wondered why he had never mentioned that she liked him. He was so clever yet he couldn't see that she really liked him. It was odd, but that was Sherlock and she liked that oddness.

Shivering slightly, she side-stepped a couple stood in the rain kissing and walked down the street with more purpose, determined to get inside before more rain could get through her now drenched jeans. She kept her head down, not noticing the figure up ahead until it was too late and she smacked straight into him, sending herself backwards and making a thump as she hit the floor with her backside and ended up looking up at the one man she hadn't seen in many weeks. Sherlock Holmes. She had just walked straight into him and now she was sat in a puddle on the floor. Just super.

[Sherlock Holmes]

"No, I've lost him. Bright green velvet trousers and a top hat and I've just lost him!" Sherlock boomed down the phone onto Watson who listened tentively at the other end. They had both decided to split up in order to cover more ground, but he was starting to think that was a bad idea. He was on the right tracks now and had only been yards away from him before the suspect disappeared, seemingly into thin air. "Yes I checked the escape routes- I'm not an idiot!" He shouted back in response, fighting an overwhelming battle over the steady downfall of rain that seemed to be muffling his voice somewhat over the phone.

Where had the man gone?

Sherlock's busy eyes scanned the atmosphere, trying to look for some way he could have gone. The streets of London provided the man with an extra advantage as there were many places to hide and stay under the radar. But judging by the fact that Sherlock had only been seconds behind him, he couldn't have run much further from where he was standing now. Most of the shops were closed, the streets weren't too busy at this time of day due to a combination of the time and the weather. So where the hell could that man have gone? He was crucial to the case ad they had been so close to making an arrest. The chances of cleanly wrapping up this case were slowly crumbling into thousands of tiny peices.

"He was just there! Ugh, we don't have the manpower. Maybe if you weren't on the other side of London we'd have a chance of catching him; might have to call Lestrade and his cronies to come and check the area out" Sherlock said as calmly as he could still darting his eyes over the streets to have a last crack shot attempt; but to no avail. It was funny thought how he himself had actually missed his opportunity to catch the man yet was blaming it on John rather than admitting to himself if he had just been that little bit faster then he would not be in this mess. With a brief sigh and all hope gone, he lowered his head and cursed at no one in particular.

"John, will you call Lestrade and tell him we found the suspect heading up Travine road. He could be miles away by now but if they keep a look out I'm sure it won't take that long to find him, even for them; he has a very distinctive look." Sherlock took a small pause to draw in a deep breath of the cool, calming air before carring on. "I'll stay here anyway and keep a look out, if he's still here he won't move fair if he knows I'm still on the prowl" And with that, he hung up. Sliding the phone back into his black coat, he thrust his leathered gloved hands into his packets and tried to keep out the rest of the rain.

Sherlock picked up a fast pace, powerwalking along to carry on scouting the area for any side-streets or blind spots the man could have retreated to. He was wearing green pants for gods sake, it shouldn't be this hard to find him!

Not really paying any attention to the people that may be obstructing his pathway, he carried on walking at speed, running his eyes over buildings and crevaces to single out this one man they were looking for. And then, thump! Sherlock momentarily diverted his eyes to the so called obstruction to see he had just nearly knocked someone over! "Oh, I'm so sorry. Wasn't looking where I was going... Molly?" He raised an eyebrow, offering to give her a hand to help her into a standing position again. "Huh, what a small world eh?" He smiled, being civil and polite, turning his head again over to the other side off the room to see if the suspect was going to make a hasty exit.

"Wouldn't of happened to see a rather tall man wearing green velvet trousers and a tophat per chance?" He asked, well, it was worth a shot!

[Molly Hooper]

Molly couldn't fight the blush on her cheeks as she accepted his hand and pulled herself up to standing, lowering her hood to reveal her face and to be able to see Sherlock more clearly, though the rain did obscure her vision somewhat. She ran a hand through her throughly drenched hair, the blush on her cheeks starting to fade as he turned his gaze away from her and started looking around the area. She bit her lip slightly, watching him look for a suspect as he most likely was.

"Thanks. Yes. Molly. That's me. Sorry for running into you. I wasn't looking..."she trailed off, realizing he probably wasn't interested in what she had to say from the way he kept looking around him instead of her. She put her hands in the pocket of her coats, feeling the rain pouring down on her. She wondered how he was even able to find anyone in this weather, let alone in the middle of the day with thousands of people pouring through. But then it was Sherlock and he was a man of many talents, finding people being one of them.

"Small world, big city," Molly replied slowly, peering around him to look at the exit. She couldn't stop herself looking at him when he mentioned green trousers and a top hat. "I...are you serious? You can't find someone dressed like that?" she asked, raising an eyebrow at him in shock. "Sherlock Holmes can't find a man in green trousers and a top hat?" She shook her head in disbelief. "I saw him in the hospital a few minutes ago then he dashed out. I didn't ask why. He came right past here. He would have had to have done." She paused, shrugging. "You're working on a case?"

[Sherlock Holmes]

Sherlock knew if the man was anywhere near here, he would relish the opportunity to make a run for it now whilst he was occupied. His attention was diverted two fold which meant the man would chose now or never to try get away from him. Not that it mattered anyway, if John had done as he was told already then Lestrade's men would be on their way right now. They were more desperate than he was to find this man, it was only damaging his ego if he didn't persue the man himself. It's not like he would get sacked for failing to get the suspect for it wasn't his job after all. He had only been instructed to single out who the culprit was and now that he had done that, his mission had been fulfilled.

He could hear Molly talking, yet his attention was split both between her and trying to keep a careful eye on the streets surrounding him. Silly, reclusive man with no fashion sense whatsoever.

He scratched his head in confusion, drawing a hand through his messy locks as he tried to figure it out. He was normally incredibly good at finding people. Fantastically good. His mind was whirring at a million miles an hour now. There were limited places to hide here, so there was a strong liklihood was the man would be standing several metres away from them, watching their every move. As long as he stayed exactly where he was, this man would move nowhere so as long as the Police pulled their finger out and got here as soon as possible. Standing in the rain wasn't exactly his idea of fun.

"I...are you serious? You can't find someone dressed like that? - Sherlock Holmes can't find a man in green trousers and a top hat?" Sherlock's full attention was resting on Molly now, he scratched his head once more and tried to cover for himself as much as he could. "Well, they were more dark green than in your face green, anyway he could have an accomplice. There's an 80% chance that he's still here though and the Police should be on their way so my work here is done" He said simply, trying not to let this case tarnish his impeccible record or make him look stupid. The man was more slippery than a butter-smeared milk bottle; the green trousers were only a detail.

"Been working on this case all night. The man broke into a security firm and stole all their account details, only problem is he's starting to distribute all of the classified information to anyone who flashes him a bit of cash, so it's kind of important that we catch him." He said swiftly, turning up his collar on his jacket up against the wind to prevent the rain from prickling the back of his neck. "Managed to wrap up the gas explosion? I assume you got drafted in to help deal with it?" He asked, resting his eyes on her now yet at the same time keeping his wits about him to lookout for the police and the man in the green pants.

[Molly Hooper]

"Sounds like a great guy," Molly replied, smiling at him. She sighed, nodding. "I'm working on it. I've been working none stop on it. It looks like it was an accident but, there's something not quite right about the whole situation. It's more...deliberate. The victims are all the same age and the same build. It's just too similar to be an accident. Not to mention that, they all happened to be in the building at the same time. They weren't even living there." She sighed again, shaking her head. "I think we need help. I'm not a miracle worker."

Molly couldn't stop the smile falling on her face as he tried to cover for himself. "And here I thought you were good at catching people. Surely the best idea would be to get up high and look down for a man in a top hat? No one wears a top hat so how hard can it be to see him?" Molly suggested, nodding towards the fire escape. "Is Sherlock Holmes losing his touch?" She smiled playfully, pulling him gently over to the fire escape before running up there herself, deciding if he was going to ignore her for his case, she would involve herself in the case. Then he had to listen to her, after all.

She tore up the stairs and reached the roof, shielding her eyes against the rain as she stepped near the edge of the roof, peering down. She could see most of the street from up here. She looked back down the fire escape at Sherlock, gesturing with her hand. "You'll be able to see him from up here! Come and look!" she called down.

[Sherlock Holmes]

Molly was taunting him now. Lost his touch? She thought he was good at catching people? He brushed these remarks of with considerable ease for he was more than adept with such a critism. And as opposed to the likes of Lestrade and Anderson he knew Molly was only joking, yet still he didn't like the way this man was making him look! He could find him in seconds if he wanted to of course, yet any wrong moves or a glance in the wrong direction and the suspect would make a run for it, destroying all hopes of ever catching him and throwing him behind bars where he belonged. He had already narrowed down 16 places of potential cover for the man to retreat to in the given time he had been allocated where he had been out of Sherlock's view, it was just the trick of getting to him now and he did not have enough pair of eyes to cover them all.

"And here I thought you were good at catching people. Surely the best idea would be to get up high and look down for a man in a top hat? No one wears a top hat so how hard can it be to see him?" Molly suggested, nodding towards the fire escape."

Of course, that was his next plan of action. Sherlock often resorted to rooves in order to gain a birds eye view, the man would be unable to hide from him for long. The few speckles of people were likely to throw him slightly of guard though as the disadvantage of hides were clarity; it's difficult to distinguish one man from another. Another downer to rain on his parade was the weather. A rather misty fog hung over the atmosphere making it even more difficult to make use of the finer details and for that reason he would have prefered to stay on the ground, yet Molly was already off!

"What, wait!" He had been mauling over his options and had lost track of her. She had darted in the other direction and he had no choice but to follow her as now the suspect would probably have seen his interaction with her so she would become an opportune threat if he was to turn his back for a second.

Rolling his eyes somewhat dramatically, he set off after her, his black jacket flurrying in the wind as he sped rapidly and caught up to her within seconds. "You know, it's likely he's changed. He's not a complete idiot, Top-hats are bound to attract attention. Sporadic sets of people, men walking home from work, it wouldn't be that difficult to overpower them and purge them of their items of clothing- I'd know I've done it plenty of times before" He said whilst in persuit of Molly. His lean legs effortless glided up the stairs, taking two at a time in order to gain more speed. The longer he spent out of view, the higher the risk the man was going to get away.

Beep beep. Good. His phone. He paused momentarily to get the message and skim his eyes over what was written. The Police were nearly here so that was a good sign, even if the man had run he would not get far. The sound of Molly's voice carried innocently in the air causing him to look up and shove his phone back in his pocket. "Coming! Jeeze, women- a whole other species" He muttered, meeting her at the top whilst rushing over to the edge to see what sort of a view this provided.

"And I'll have you know I'm not loosing my touch. I've been a little pre-occupied with tracking down the suspects accomplices and retrieving all of the classified information. The man caught me off guard, I wasn't expecting to run into him in the gym." He said more to himself than to Molly in order to gather his wits. "Can you see anything?" He asked Molly as he took a northerly direction and began to look for this elusive criminal.

[Molly Hooper]

“You say that, Sherlock, but think about this,” Molly said, sitting herself down on the edge of the roof and peering down. “If I was your suspect and I know you were chasing me, then I’d know you’d be looking for a man in green trousers and a top hat. But, if I was clever, I’d know that you would think he had changed. So in fact, I wouldn’t change because now you’re looking for a man who is wearing different clothes, so me, with my top hat and green trousers wouldn’t be in any trouble because you’re not looking for that outfit but a different one.” Molly smiled at him, more than a little bit impressed with her own logic. “Of course, that’s just me.”

She raised an eyebrow at him. “You’re good with disguises? Must be helpful, I suppose, as a ‘consulting detective’. I’m good too, you know. I’m not just that girl that lets you look at dead people. No one notices me because I’m good at hiding.” She shrugged, her eyes scanning below her for a man in a top hat. “You should ask me to help you more often out here. I’m more than just a pathologist.”

She peered over the edge, swinging her legs back and forth underneath her as her eye caught a man peering into the alley that had just come up from. She tugged gently at his leg, nodding towards the man. “Green trousers and a top hat, right?” she asked, glancing up at him. “You’re losing your touch, Sherlock. And, you’re welcome.” She gave him the smile a fan girl would give him and stood up, tilting her head at him. "Can I come?"

[Sherlock Holmes]

Sherlock began to listen to her logic, a slightly confused expression forming on his face. What she was saying began to baffle him with all the 'he thinks that you think that he thinks' and it took him several seconds to process the information that she seemed to be spurting out at the speed of light. He could tell nothing much exciting seemed to happen to her often as at the slightest hint of danger and thrill she was completely there and keen to get stuck in. Mind you, that was just to be expected when your profession was as boring and monotonous as he could possibly imagine. Looking at dead bodies everyday, doing post-mortems and examinations; it was bound to get boring after a while. Sherlock himself could have gone down that route, but it was very rare that any job held his interest, for he picked up and changed more times than a traffic light. He needed to be stimulated and challenged or else his remarkabe brains would go to pot.

"Well, yes if you go by that logic, maybe he will think I'm expecting him to change, therefore expecting him not too resulting in him staying in his original set of clothes making sure to change out of them to refute my initial prognosis." He shrugged, almost confusing himself with his own sentence, yet trying to explain what he was thinking at the same time. Often, when in Sherlock's head he found it very difficult to make people see from his point of view rather than just assuming things were goign to turn out a certain way. There was not only a substantial amount of luck involved most often, but also sheer logic and science. Some people found that hard to compute and to master but for him it had been a god-given talent.

“Green trousers and a top hat, right?”

Oh. Well, that was a twist he wasn't quite expecting. Sherlock raised his eyebrow and thinned his lips as he tried to ignore the fact it had not been him that singled out and found the man. "Yes, well, that was complete luck. He obviously didn't have time to change when he knew I was right on his tail. " Sherlock said to try and make up for the fact what he thought was going to happen didn't. Wow, today really wasn't going well for him, where was John when he was needed!?

“You’re losing your touch, Sherlock. And, you’re welcome.”

Sherlock scratched the back of his neck, brushing the whole situation off his shoulders slightly. He was not losing his touch, just having a difficult day, plus the boring case was beginning to lsoe his interest so maybe not as much effort had been expended into this as he should have. ".. shut up." Sherlock said in an expressionless mannor meaning to be more stoic and playful than harsh. "If you think your so great, maybe you should lead this investigation? If your so keen" Sherlock said smugly, beaming a flash of a smile before he set off rapidly down the many flights of stairs to street level. He then stopped when he noticed she wasn't followed just yet, he then hovered back up and stuck his head around the door in which opened out onto the roof front.

"Well, are you coming? No time to waste when there's a criminal on the loose" Sherlock then disappeared once again. His stylish black trenchcoat floating in the wind as he made his quit exit. It was time to catch this guy before he got away, for one thing criminals did not do was hang around.