Another Molly&Lestrade story:) I'd like to dedicated it to two wonderful readers- Nicole and Mandy- who were kind enough to review - and not flame- my first ever Sherlock story:)

WARNING!

This piece wasn't betaed or Britt-read- and English is: a)no my native language and b)not my strong point! There could be ( and believe me there WOULD be a lot of grammar, spelling and other errors) so consider Yourself warned;)

Disclaimer: I don't own neither the show nor the characters or lyrics. It's strictly fan-made and no-profit:)

The lyrics are from the song " She's everything" by Brad Paisley


She's a yellow pair of running shoes, a holey pair of jeans

It was, without any doubt the ugliest, most terrible and most atrocious pair of shoes he had ever seen. DI Lestrade frowned staring at those horrible, disgustingly brightly yellow monsters which were currently laying in the middle of the room at 221B Baker Street. It was impossible that they belonged to the one of flat's residents, there were rather small size and it was hard to imagine that always elegantly dressed Sherlock with his clothes from the highest shelf or pretty conservative when- it come to the garments- John, would have ever wore something so disgustingly bright. All the same shoes laid almost in the middle of their flat, as if somebody ran inside and quickly discarded them.

Lestrade rumbled and wondered if it was another of Holmes bizarre experiments - to check how people respond to the yellow muck. But Sherlock wasn't there. He was in hospital picking up John, who was finally, after almost 2 months since the explosion, released home. It was highly unlikely,that either of them would be willing to do any kind of experiments. Sherlock wouldn't have done it to John today! Lestrade squatted by shoes, careful not to touch it. All too well he remembered other pair of shoes, the one they had found in the same building, a shoes that had started whole game with Moriarty. Could it be a next message from him?

"Sherlock, you own me, you own me so big for this. I swear ...OH! Sorry, I didn't notice you! "

Greg still bended turned away his head and was faced with the view of a pair of wear out jeans on two rather shapely legs. The owner of those legs stayed in the place surprised with the presence of other person in the flat. She was sure she was alone there. Sherlock was with John at the hospital and Mrs Hudson was out doing shopping for her boys. With the embarrassment she realized how she must look like, with carelessly tied hair and wearing her favorite old jeans- it surely was sorry sight.

"I'm not sure you remember me inspector. I'm Molly, Molly Hooper" she stammered out unsteadily as inspector scrutinized her unblinkingly. She started worrying that he would arrest her for either for trespassing or for not having any fashion sense. It was just her luck that answering Sherlock's message she had ran here without changing her clothes.

Lestrade nodded. He remembered her of course, she was the pathologist, associated with Sherlock, working at St. Bart's, and she had been the person Moriarty had used to get close to Holmes- bits of information flew through his head. He groaned. He sounded like Sherlock now!

"Good morning Miss Hooper " he straightened

"Please, it's Molly " she flushed bright red when she saw him gazing at her hand. She was clutching a bag full of nasty looking and stinking green gunk.

" Can I help you with it Molly? " he offered not sure if he really wanted to know what she had in there.

" What? Oh, that! No, no it's not necessary! You would only ruin your clothes. You see Sherlock asked me to help him to remove a few experiments before John gets back home. You know, he will be back today, don't you? " she said quickly nervously tucking her hair with her left hand unconsciously leaving the trail of green grease on the cheek. Greg wanted to point it out or even remove it from her fair cheek but she was quicker. In a flash she moved almost under his outstretched arm passing him

"I apologize, but I must hurry, I promised that I would disappear before they come back, and it took me ages to get that stuff of the floor! Now if I could only find my shoes!"

Shoes? Greg looked down at his feet. " Is that what you're looking for?" he bent down and picked the yellow trainers carefully, trying to hid his disgust.

" Oh yes! Thank you! Isn't their lovely? My favorite! " she took the shoes and quickly put them on.

Greg could only stare astonished. It seemed that yellow monsters combined with a pair of jeans looked strangely attractive. Or maybe it was the person who was wearing them.

" It was nice to see you again inspector!" she flashed him unsure smile and dashed out before he had a chance to reciprocate.

" It was nice to see you too Miss ... Molly" he said to the empty flat.

TBC.


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