"Holmes..." Molly greeted in her usual gruff tenor, hands constantly in her pockets around him unless gloved and ready to show him a corpse.
"Hooper..." She caught his eyes narrow with obvious disdain, though the detective drew closer to her person.
"I request we speak in private about my latest case. Lest Anderson decide to idiotically interfere."
"Whatever you want to say you can say in front of the idiot." She countered with a glare and immediately took a wider stance.
Sherlock's expression softened as he seemed to tire of their usual game. "Molly, please.
" He whispered her christian name, stepping in front of her to in an effort to make their conversation more private as chills ran down her spine. "I would like a private audience with Ms.
Hooper not Mr. Hooper. Expressly for non-case related, private, personal conversations."
"Oh..." She nearly squeaked, eyes going wide while her brows seemed to disappear under her wig.
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