My Timing is Digital || Sherlock and Charlie Bradbury
Sherlock was in a bad mood.
Molly had been beyond uncooperative at the morgue today. Despite the fact Sherlock had corrected all the mistakes she'd made on her autopsy reports for her, the mousy little coroner still wouldn't hand over the medical files he needed on his suspect. And this case was very time sensitive as it is. He didn't have time for her..insubordination. Now she was making him resort into hacking St. Bart's IT mainframe just to download a file he could have glanced at for maybe two seconds.
Not that hacking in was all that difficult to do for him, this being the upteenth time he'd done such a thing. Hell, he could probably do this blindfolded by now.Â
And so that's how the detective found himself, sulking in his grey chair as he grumpily smashed at his keys, positively bored with the ease he took down their firewalls and accessed the medical records. Now all he had to do was find the right one.
