Love and Spite
Post-Reichenbach and Post-Reunion
Chapter One
"Hey Molly! How are you?" Mary practically yelled across the hospital lobby to Molly, who was just entering.
"Hi Mary! I haven't seen you in absolutely ages," Molly replied.
"I know. We should catch up sometime, what about tomorrow for lunch at the café down the road?"
"Sounds great, see you then!" Molly threw over her shoulder as she walked towards the lift to begin her working day. As she walked into her lab, she could tell by the two coats hanging up that Sherlock and John were already present.
"Hello Molly, a bit late, aren't you?" Sherlock commented. "But then, having a cat with gingivitis doesn't aid punctuality."
"How did you know that Toby-"Molly started, but then she realised that it was Sherlock, and he knew everything. Everything except how to read human emotions. She had been working with Sherlock since before he met John, and he still had no idea how much she loved him. He knew she found him attractive, as shown by his compliments when he needed something. Even though Molly knew he didn't mean any of them, they still made her heart flip and her stomach swoop. Sometimes she wished she was like Sherlock, and didn't have any feelings at all.
The next day, Moll was just about to head out for her lunch date with Mary when John and Lestrade walked in.
"Sorry to bother you, Molly, but could we have a look at some samples?" John asked.
"I'm meeting a friend for lunch now, how about when I come back?"
"Sure, see you then," Lestrade said. "We may as well grab something to eat too, John." And with that, the three of them exited the lab. Molly hailed the first cab and told John and Lestrade to meet her back at Bart's in two hours.
One cab ride later, Molly walked into the café to see Mary waving at her frantically, and she suppressed a smile at how enthusiastic her friend was. Molly walked over and sat at the table, all the while chatting to Mary about everything that had happened since they had seen each other last.
"And Sherlock… still no luck?" Mary asked, and Molly nodded glumly. "Cheer up, Molly, someday he'll figure out what he's been missing."
"Yeah, I wish." At that moment, Molly noticed John and Lestrade entering the café, and she called out to them.
"Hello Molly, I didn't expect you to be here," John exclaimed.
'I didn't expect you to be here, John. You might as well join us, we haven't ordered yet. Mary, these are my friends John Watson and Greg Lestrade. Boys, this is my old friend from university Mary Morstan."
"Delighted to make your acquaintance," John murmured, and Molly smirked as she realised he was turning on the charm for the attractive blonde.
"Watch out for that one, Mary, he's a sweet talker alright," Lestrade joked.
The lunch went well, and Mary and John got along like a house on fire. Lestrade was nice, but Molly only thought of him as a friend and nothing more. After all, she was and had been hopelessly in love with Sherlock for years. Lestrade didn't seem to realise, though, as he was sitting rather close to her and laughing too much at her reasonably pathetic jokes for her liking. And afterwards, Mary had hinted heavily that he and Molly should go on another date. By themselves. Molly was appalled. Then Lestrade asked her to dinner, and she couldn't bring herself to say no. She was going on another date with Lestrade. Oh no.