"Oh, Molly," Greg said, as he bumped into the pretty pathologist. He blushed slightly, momentarily at a loss for words.

"Greg," Molly replied, blushing a bit more blatantly. "What brings you here…"

"Oh… well, actually, I thought I might pop in for that post-mortem report on the Clarke case," Greg said, coughing lightly. He already had those results on his desk, he'd already reviewed them, in fact. But he'd just impulsively felt like stopping by to chat her up, without the foggiest idea what to use as a plausible excuse for doing so.

"Oh… I thought I faxed those over this morning?" Molly asked, curiously, hoping the handsome DI might have ulterior motives.

"Oh… well… you might have. Perhaps it didn't come through. Or maybe it was tossed by accident."

"Ah, well, in that case," Molly replied softly, "right this way then, Detective Inspector."

"Please," Greg smiled. "Call me Greg. No need for formalities here, really. There's nobody around to impress." Except for you, Molly Hooper, Greg thought to himself silently.

"I know you've a working understanding of this," Molly said a bit too casually, holding the report up for them both to read.

Molly smiled softly at him as she explained her findings, and at his deliberate nearness to her, and his hand absently resting on her back, she beamed.