Molly had everything cleaned up and was ready to go, just as the clock reached 7. Her shift was finally over and all she could think about was getting home and taking a shower.
She loved her job, she really did. But, as of recently, home was becoming more appealing. There was someone there when she came home everyday, and it wasn't her cat. It was Mycroft.
Mycroft knew when she was going to come home and made it his job, everyday, to be waiting for her. It made Molly feel loved. A feeling she thought she would never get used to.
She was very eager to leave the morgue and go home to meet him. So eager, in fact, that she forgot her keys. She walked the block to the train station, and was about to rummage around in her purse to find her key card (attached by a chain to her house keys), when her phone alerted her that she had a text.
You left your keys at the hospital.
A custodian found them and turned them in to the lost and found.
A car is coming to get you, wait outside.
-A
Molly gasped and shook her head. She dug in her bag to make sure it was true (it was) before she headed out of the station and sat down on a black bench to wait on the car.
It wasn't long before a sleek black car pulled in front of her, patiently waiting for her to get in. She quickly stood and pulled the door open to slide in the back seat.
She knew Anthea would be sitting in the other seat, staring down at her phone, texting away. That was why Molly didn't look up, instead, opting to look down at her shoes, to notice that it wasn't Mycroft's PA sitting in the other seat. It was Mycroft Holmes himself.
He sat, watching her for moment, waiting (im)patiently for her to notice him. She didn't, though. So Mycroft cleared his throat, startling her.
"Oh!" She gasped, turning towards him, jumping away just a bit. "Wh-?" She stumbled over words, surprise still on her face.
"Surprised?" He chuckled. "I thought it would be best if I was there to pick you up. To make sure you were safe." That was his way of saying, I wanted to see you as soon as I could.
"Oh." Molly laughed nervously. "You didn't have to." Her face was red as she smiled at him.
"Hmm. I know. But I did anyway. I missed you." And before Molly could respond, he turned towards the driver and told him to take them home.