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It was always a pleasure for Molly to welcome Sherlock in her morgue. Or it has rather been. No, to be totally honest, Sherlock has often been a (brilliant and gorgeous) pain in her arse, but the forensic has been happy to open her door for him, nonetheless. It wasn’t anymore.
It wasn’t anymore since the detective has begun to bring his new friend with him. The first time, Molly hasn’t said anything. The girl was hardly a bother and, Sherlock being Sherlock, she would probably be soon out the landscape, so soon that it wasn’t worth to learn her name, right?
But Sherlock kept bringing her along. Molly tried to not pay attention to her, that shouldn’t have been difficult, Y/N was usually just sitting beside the detective to take notes of his deductions. Really easy to ignore, except for the unusual amount of attention Sherlock was gracing her. He grabbed a seat for her before sitting himself, he gave explanations as if he wanted to be sure to be understood, he held the door for her... Maybe she was his trainee? That wasn’t Sherlock’s kind to pick a trainee, but she was following him and taking notes, so that wasn’t impossible… And she often wore a light blue hoodie from Cambridge University which was far too big for her, maybe she was a PhD student, or something? Anyway, they weren’t holding hand or kissing or whatever, so they weren’t a thing; nothing to be jealous about, right?
Molly has really done her best to not fuss, searching explanations for Sherlock’s slightly unusual behaviour towards Y/N. She didn’t want to be jealous; she was above that and she did pretty well until she paid a visit to the 221B baker Street in order to do a favour to Lestrade. And, well… Coming by the detective was hardly a burden for her, quite the opposite. That’s when a doubt invaded her: Sherlock was wearing a light blue hoodie from Cambridge University which looked suspiciously like Y/N’s one. The forensic started by telling herself she was stupid, she knew very well that Sherlock has studied at Cambridge, why couldn’t he have one of their hoodies? But a tiny voice in her head couldn’t help but remind her that hoodies weren’t exactly the kind of clothes Sherlock was used to wear. Then, Molly has mentally slapped herself, she was being ridiculous. Sherlock probably just felt chilly, right?
Her explanation has felt into inelegant pieces when, as Y/N had entered the living room, a grocery bag in each hand and commenting about the chilly weather, Sherlock has good naturally took his hoodie off to hand it to Y/N, who, after having quickly dropped the groceries into the kitchen, has delightfully put it on.
“Aw much better! Thank you, Sherlock. I have to go, the cabbie is waiting for me; see you later!”
And she was off.
The only thing Sherlock found to answer to the shocked and dumbfounded face Molly was sporting has been:
“What? She tells it smells like me…”
And that was a bit awkward from Molly to still pretending they were just friends after that… Right?