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    {Sorry, we got wifi but I didn't have a chance to get to my computer and there was no way I could post on mobile.}


    Liv felt the cab pull to a stop, she paid the driver and got out. The Danish girl pulled her coat tighter around herself and hurried into the building. She couldn't find it in herself to not curse the ridiculous weather. She enjoyed rain until it started seeping into her shoes. Once inside, Liv was faced with the task of finding the correct room. She followed the signs posted on the doors and walls hoping it would lead her in the right direction. Her shoes squeaked against the tile flooring, an obnoxious sound that partially made her want to take of her shoes just to make the sound cease.


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    {I apologize if Molly is ooc.}


    Molly felt her heart clench at the smile. It was nothing she new that much. It seemed that everyone and their uncle knew that she had a crush on the detective. Except the detective himself. She brushed the thought aside upon hearing his blunt request. She was used to that by now. So the brunette gave a small nod and quickly set about pulling the bodies from their freezers and onto the examination table.


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    "Thank you Molly," Sherlock said distantly, watching the bodies as they were laid out for him on the table. As he stared at them, he heard an obnoxiously loud squeaking from outside. "Ah. That'll be Miss Oster." Striding over to the door, he opened it and stood in the doorway. "I think you'll find the Morgue is in here. Come on, Molly is getting them ready." Then, he went back in and waited for the brunette to finish with her task rather impatiently, hands clasped behind his back. "Again, quite quickly."

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