AN: I have been wanting to write an OG FF for ages and I've finally plucked up the courage. I adore CJ and MD and I absolutely love reading all the FF on here. I don't think I'll be able to match them or do full justice to CJ/MD as they are in the show so my Molly is only Molly in name. She's pretty much OC in every other way. CJ is still his usual amazing self though obviously I don't own the character, just my story. It's a mish mash of series 1 and 2 with my own ideas thrown in. There will be ups, downs and angst, but plenty of romance, love, some smut and ultimately I can't write anything that's not got a happy ending! Please R&R, I'd be very grateful.

Chapter 1

Molly kept an eye on her Fitbit as she pounded along, her chest felt like it might burst, but she had to keep pushing for this last stretch. She was still questioning her sanity, signing up for a marathon. She must be mad, but she'd got carried away with Lily egging her on, promising they'd train together, but now she'd buggered off on a yoga retreat for 3 weeks so Molly was left putting the hours in herself.

Her watch beeped to indicate that she was almost home and had completed the necessary miles for today. She slowed to a walk, wanting nothing else than to collapse on the ground, but knowing that was very bad for her body. She kept going for another quarter of a mile and when she was almost at her front door she stopped. Breathing heavily, she leaned over, hands on her knees, trying to ignore the burning in her muscles.

She became aware of shouting behind her. Unusual for such a quiet street, but there it was. Loud, deep and a bloody Essex accent as well. Likely one of the posh guys from the apartment block across from her cottage. Best to just ignore him.

"Hey hey come on Charlie boy, keep up mate. Never gonna get back to full fitness with a pathetic pace like that. Come on come on come- oof, fuck!"

Molly suddenly felt herself pitch forward as a body slammed into the back of her. Luckily, as she was bent over, she didn't have far to fall, but to add insult to injury, the twat who hadn't been looking where he was going as he ran backwards goading his friend, was now lying on top of her!

"Ow ow!" She yelped as she tried to get up.

"Shit!"

She heard another voice, this one more refined, gentle.

"Elvis you stupid arse, watch where you're going." The second voice pushed the first voice off her. "I'm so sorry, are you ok? Are you hurt?"

Molly sat up, rubbing her hands and knees,

"I'll live", she said grudgingly, "no thanks to this muppet." She indicated to Voice number 1 who sat beside her grinning cheekily.

She looked up, shielding her eyes from the afternoon sun. Voice number 2 was standing over her, one hand on her shoulder, the other offered down to her to help her up. She let him pull her up to standing and only then could she really see his face. He was gorgeous. Trust her luck, to meet Mr Handsome when she was rolling on the ground, dripping in sweat in her running gear.

"I'll just help myself up will I Charlie?" Voice number 1 grumbled as he stood up.

Molly stood awkwardly. Voice 2 or Charlie as she now knew he was called was looking at her concerned,

"Are you sure you're ok?"

She nodded, taking in his height, his muscles hidden under a Nike t-shirt and black running shorts. He had curly hair which was cut short, but long enough to hold onto while...

She shook herself, this was crazy, maybe she had hit her head.

"She's fine Charlie, these Scots lasses are made of stern stuff." Elvis (surely that couldn't be his real name?) patted her on the shoulder, "No harm done eh?"

She narrowed her eyes, "Well no thanks to you Hussein Bolt! I don't know how they do things in Essex, but here, we face the way we're running!"

Charlie snorted, "Well well Elvis we may have just met the only woman on the planet impervious to your charms!"

"Oi shut up, hop along! She's not met me properly yet." He turned to Molly, smiling sweetly, extending his hand to shake hers. "Madam, pleasure to make your acquaintance. I'm Elvis and this is Charlie. He's a recent immigrant to North of the border." He indicated to Mr Handsome.

Molly shook Elvis's hand reluctantly, never taking her eyes off Charlie. He also extended his hand for her to shake and she took it gladly.

"Charles, it's only this muppet that calls me Charlie."

"I'm Molly. Pleased to meet you." And she was, pleased that is. In fact she seemed to have lost the power of intelligent conversation around him.

"Anyway," she said nervously, "Better get in. Nice to meet you both, well maybe not you so much," she looked at Elvis and Charles laughed. "But if you promise not to tackle me to the ground again, next time might be better."

"Ho ho! Charlie did you hear that? She said next time! I'm in there."

"Yeah yeah," she said opening her front gate, "wind your neck in." But she laughed.

As she walked to her front door, Charles called after her,

"So do you live here?"

"Yes, why? Where do you live?"

He pointed to the apartment block across the road.

She smiled knowingly,

"Thought so," she said.

"What?" Charles looked confused.

"Bye," she called, waving before she shut her front door. Bloody posh boys!