Anonymous: There's a scuffling noise, and she turns, expecting it to be Sherlock. Who else would be bothering her at this hour in the empty morgue? It was nearly 11:45, and she was just packing up to go home. Back to the flat with the same couch and the same books and the same cat. She sighed, hiking her bag over her shoulder. "Sherlock, you know I'm leaving--" But she paused. This obviously wasn't Sherlock. "Oh, sorry, you were leaving." He drawled. "I'll go." (I'll continue this everyday for you) ~ ♥ SS