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Where is your other half?" Anderson quips as Sherlock walks into the crime scene with Lestrade. Sherlock doesn't even turn around when he speaks to Anderson. It's not worth all of his energy.

"Anderson, go amuse yourself with something easy…. like why is the sky blue or is that, even too hard for you to comprehend?"

Sherlock doesn't wait for a response, he just moves forward. Lestrade however turns around and gives Anderson a very pointed look of Leave. Haven't you learned anything?

When Anderson leaves and Lestrade walks into the crime scene, Sherlock is already taking in his environment, all the while clicking on his mobile.

"So why is the sky blue? You don't know about the solar system."

Sherlock's mouth twitches. "Irrelevant." He continues to observe the scene.

THICK DUST

GREEN SOCKS

NEW FRONT TOOTH

SMELLS LIKE ….

"Actually, where is John?"

Sherlock shakes his head. "Not here, obviously."

LIKE FRESH POT OF COFFEE

3:14 AM on BROKEN WATCH

SPLIT LIP

"Yeah." Lestrade pauses, "But he wasn't here last week either. Did you guys have a row or something?"

BRUISED NAIL, PROBABLY CAUGHT FROM FRONT DOOR.

"No. Maybe you should call him if you are so interested Lestrade. He does have another job."

CURTAINS DRAWN

WINDOWS DUSTY

TIE UNDONE….

"You and I know he doesn't go to that."

Sherlock is beginning to lose focus with the constant interruptions. His fingers stop moving across his phone. His brain is put on pause for split-second so he can ask Lestrade a question.

"Do I have kick you out too?"

Lestrade stops talking. He doesn't even shout to Sherlock that this is his crime scene because he needs Sherlock to solve the cases just as much Sherlock needs the cases to live.

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At the lab, Sherlock and Molly work silently together. Sherlock glances over to see that Molly's mouth is half-open, about to ask a question.

"Molly, what?"

She closes and opens it again this time to speak. "Noreen saw John yesterday."

Sherlock doesn't respond. He just reaches forward for the next sample.

"I could've passed it to you." She frowns. Sherlock continues to ignore her.

"Noreen says he looks really good. Great, since you know all things considered."

Sherlock lifts his eyes from the microscope and stares at Molly.

EYES NOT LOOKING AT HIM

LIPS QUIVERING

FOOT TWITCHING

"Good perspective?" He doesn't say it in a hopeful way as to continue this dismal conversation. He says it in his usual sarcastic way. He knows this Noreen must be lying.

FIDDLING WITH THUMBS

TENSION IN HER EYBROWS

FRUSTRATION IN EYES

Molly sighs. "I think he does look good."

PAUSE IN HER TONE

"It's still early." Sherlock tries very hard to not roll his eyes.

"Molly, please don't give yourself into this delusion." He then sighs. "Stage Four Pancreatic Cancer is a death sentence. Being a pathologist, you should know this."

She doesn't speak up. She wants to ask, does John think this? Do you think this? She notices later that he has labeled a sample wrong for the first time...ever. She still says nothing.

This could be more with little one-shots and drabbles revolving around the six months... who knows the outcome though, Sherlock doesn't have to be right. Like all writing it just comes to you and you just want to write it. Clearly I love to write horrible things about characters. Review, constructive criticism is good too!