He was back in the morgue for the third time that day. Molly smiled at him, nervous.
"Would you mind showing me the body again?"
"Not at all," she said, fumbling the pen she had picked up, "oh, God, I'm so sorry," she muttered, bending to pick it up, "I really am. Really."
"It's fine. Erm, Greg Lestrade," the inspector introduced himself, sticking his hand out to her.
"Molly Hooper. Isn't Sherlock usually with you?"
"Er, yes, but I came down by myself this time."
"Yes, I can see that. But you didn't come down to look at the body."
"You must spend a lot of time with Holmes, too."
"Guilty as charged, Inspector."
"Greg- please."
"All right then- Greg."
Lestrade smiled and cleared his throat, "Do... you, er, like coffee?"
"Yes. Would you like to have coffee sometime?"
"That would be fantastic, Molly."
"All right. Erm, just give me a call."
"Good. Well. Goodbye."
"'Bye," Molly said cheerfully as he left. She sighed. Greg Lestrade would be an adventure.