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Quiet by strawberrypatty , art by me

I can’t think. -S

It’s too loud here. -S

Molly had been getting texts from Sherlock for an hour, complaining about the noise on Baker Street. There was a construction crew working on the pavement, making the soundtrack of Sherlock’s work a jackhammer. 

He was not happy about it and he made sure Molly knew about it.

Finally having enough of his complaints, she sent him a text: Come into the morgue. <3 

Fifteen minutes later, Sherlock was striding into the morgue, looking irritated and puzzled. “Why did you want me to come in? I’m on a case right now, Molly.“

"As you’ve been whinging to me for an hour, I’m very aware of that, Love,” Molly sighed. She rolled the second slab out. “I’m going to help you think.“ 

Sherlock huffed out an annoyed breath. “Molly, I’m not in the mood for a—”

“Oh God, no!” Molly cried. “I didn’t mean that! Now lie down.“ She gestured to the slab. 

Sherlock eyed it warily. “Are you sure you didn’t mean that?”

Molly rolled her eyes again. “Very sure. Just lay down.“ 

"Has it been sterilized?” Sherlock asked.

“Yes,” Molly huffed. “Just do it. You keep saying how Baker Street is too loud for you to concentrate. Well… Dead Men Make No Noise.“ 

It was now Sherlock’s turn to roll his eyes. “Don’t make jokes, Molly.” But he obligingly lay down on the slab.

Molly settled herself on the slab next to Sherlock. She closed her eyes and steepled her hands. 

“This is ridiculous, Molly.”

“Do you mind? I’m in my mind palace,” Molly replied. 

Sherlock grumbled. “I do not sound like that!“

Molly scowled. “Just listen, Sherlock." 

"I don’t hear anything.”

“That’s the whole point.”

After a few minutes of silence, Molly opened her eyes and looked over at Sherlock. She smiled when she saw him obviously deep in concentration, finally able to think. She hopped up from the slab so she could get back to work on her paperwork. Before she went to her desk, she pressed a kiss to Sherlock’s forehead. 

“You know, now that it’s quiet, that might actually help me thinking clearer…” Sherlock murmured.

Molly crinkled her nose. “Watch yourself. You might be able to think clearer shut up in the cupboard.“