(open) Silent but deadly...

[Molly Hooper]

Molly swallowed. She was wearing a protective mask over her eyes and nose. She breathed carefully. She had been instructed to add all the chemicals and bits and bobs in the lab together and see what would happen. So Molly was carefully stirring and mixing ingredients, often dropping in an occasional ingredient of her own, such as mixing two or more chemicals together and then putting it with the rest.
Molly took a deep breath and stirred in the last ingredient. Just as the guy who had instructed her to mix everything together came in.
"Well?" he demanded, walking up to Molly and crossing his arms. "What was it like?"
"I don't know." Molly snapped without thinking. "Nothing happened yet."
He rolled his eyes and went over to the metal barrel she was mixing everything in, and he shook it hard. "You're useless, Hooper." he tutted.
Molly tugged at her mask furiously, took it off, threw it at the guy and ran out of the lab in anger. Shortly after, she heard a sigh of frustration and a bang.
She stopped dead, then ran back to the lab, and looking in horror at the mess.
The barrel and the guy were both on the floor, the chemicals all over him. He was breathing, but he had a few cuts and wounds as a few glass things had fallen on him.
Molly gaped, then began cleaning the chemicals off him, thanking the Lord that she was wearing protective gloves. Forcing the mask back on her face, she cleaned off the chemicals,hurriedly but carefully.
"Breathe, sir, breathe." Molly said.
He nodded, and breathed deeply.
Molly tried to figure out what to do, she was kind of scared.

[Sherlock Holmes]

When problems striked, Sherlock liked to be there. The detective enjoyed solving crimes, figuring out puzzles. When he had been a boy, those puzzles had been sudkuo, crosswords, jigsaw puzzles, clues left out by his brother to entertain him. When Sherlock had grown older, it turned to puzziling out the complicated code of music and the study of the violin. When chemistry brought chemical experiments his way, the study of their properties and reactions had also joined in with the different 'puzzles' that Sherlock tried to unlock. Then, he had found the ultimate puzzle, solving crimes.

It was this that took up his mind, that kept his mind in control. Without problems, his mind could not cope, it would rot. So it was during times of great boredom that Sherlock had turned to other activities to allivate the boredom. Fortunately those habits were behind him, But he had to replace that with other forms of stimulation. So it was that Sherlock leapt into his chemical experiments when those problems arose. Often, this lead him to the morgue, where there were better equipment, things that would not be easy to keep in his kitchen.

As he was walking through St Batholomew's, a large bang echoed down the corridoors, and Sherlock paused. it sounded like a chemical accident, mixing the wrong chemicals, or heating them up too high. It came from the lab where Molly worked, from the sound of it, and Sherlock knew that Molly would not be stupid enough to create such an explosion. This perked the detective's interest and he moved to head to the lab instead of the morgue. However, his pace was not too quick, it would probably not be very serious.

As he entered, Sherlock took in the scene, various chemicals had been used, obviously there would be a dangerous reaction. Things had been cleared up, but only recently. There would have to be a larger more careful clean up, using disinfectant, as far as he could tell, and careful due to residue chemicals. There was a man, injuried mainly from the glas that must have shattered under the pressureof the explosion. Molly was also there, perfectly fine but appearing worried or scared. "Do you need any help?" Sherlock replied, in an emotionless tone as he stood in the door way, taking in the scene.