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L: (suddenly breaking the lunch silence) I'm leaving my wife, she keeps cheating on me with the PE teacher. I'm going to need a place to stay until I rent a room or a small apartment.
Lestrade said it during Miss Hudson's Sunday lunch. Sherlock was there as were John, Molly and Ms. Hudson.
MH: Well I don't have a spare room anymore, boys are renting both…
SH: And we don't actually want you around more than you normally do…
JW + MH: SHERLOCK!
JW: (glancing at Sherlock with deadly eyes) We would gladly accept you around if we have space, Greg, but as Ms. Hudson said we're out of rooms, I'm sorry.
M: (in a low voice )You could stay at my place, I don't have a spare room, but mine is big enough and I have a spare bed and mattress.
Everyone looks astonished, who would imagine that Molly, the shy Molly Hooper, would offer not only shelter for Lestrade, the homeless, but her own room.
M: Only if you don't care about sharing the same bedroom.
SH: He shares, or used to share, the bed with a woman that cheated on him, he won't care about sharing a room with a girl from the work …
L: Oh, Enough Sherlock! Well Molly, I'll accept your offer because I reeealy can't stand my ex-wife anymore, I'm afraid I'll have to abuse from your kindness for some time, since I'll have to take care of the divorce problems AND make rental research, but I can pay a rent, or we can split the expenses, or whatever you find the easiest for you.
M: We talk about this later, when will you move?
L: As soon as I can, as soon as you feel comfortable also.
M: Tomorrow by the end of the shift you can bring your stuff.
L: (kissing Molly's hand) Thank you so much Molly!
M: (blushing a little) No problem at all.
Miss Hudson gave a big smile to Molly, Sherlock just looked bored and John seemed very interested on his own plate. There was dessert and tea after the lunch and as always when the food ended each and every one would take care of their business.
Molly went home and looked around for non-desirable items of her routine life left around the apartment, she was a very tidy girl, but living alone had some perks that for a while should just vanish. There was her pile of books left on the living room's floor, her favorite place to read, and nothing else undesirable in the living room, she had to find the remote control, for months she hadn't turned on the TV.
M:"OH here it is, under the pillow, how did it got here I certainly don't know. Ok, living room done kitchen to go"
She almost never cooked at home, or she had something to eat by St. Bart or she was lunching on Ms. Hudson. There was a huge pile of tea mugs, which she never noticed, probably because of her late night reading/drinking tea habits.
M: "I'll just put them on the washing machine and go to the laundry"
Well the laundry was one of the two big problems of her house, she used to wash her clothes every week, but she hated folding them, so she used to leave piles of washed and dried clothes by the laundry and just fold and store them when she was in the mood for it.
M: "Certainly THIS habit I'll have to stop, I don't want DI seeing my panties and bras around"
So she tucked her clothes on the wardrobe. Now the second problem in the house was the bedroom. It was actually a massive problem that had been there for almost the same time she was living in the apartment. Her was were stuffed with photographs, poetry, Sherlock, posters of cities she would like to know and Christmas yellowish lamps that lightened it all with a soft but constant light. She decided to take Sherlock's photographs, "Since The Woman showed around I have no chances with him", yet her walls continued stuffed.
M: "Tomorrow when he arrives I'll ask if he is troubles sleep with those on (pointing to the Christmas lamps) if he does I just turn them off for the night"
Her ceiling was very different, Greg would probably notice in his first night there, there were stars all over it, "Since I can't get real stars I'll just glue fake ones up there". Her wardrobe was neat, as her bathroom, but her bed side drawer was a personal problem, three drawers, in the first one she kept hair pins, hair brushes and other hair stuff, in the second one her thoughts notebook, wasn't a diary but it had her most inner thoughts, sad, happy and also kink ones. And in the third drawer she had, well she had her "Say it Molly, you are alone at home, no one can hear it, the third drawer keeps my sex toys, okay said it". She was a girl, she was temporarily single but she was not stupid, she had preferences, fantasies and she had what she needed to be happy in bed. On the sex drawer there were fluffy handcuffs, strawberry scented candles, massage oil and of course what all smart sexually active girl should have, condoms.
M: "Hope Greg doesn't find it!"
House cleaning done now she could go take a bath and then read, she didn't know how would next day's night be.