Chapter 2: Coffee, Cake Crumbs and Crying

A/N: Hi, I'm trying to reduce the speech but this chapter is about them talking so bear with me. Any suggestions in the reviews would be appreciated. I hope you're enjoying this series so far, let me know what you think.

He's strange, Molly Hooper thought, looking at him in the cosy café. He had never approached her before yet now he was acting all friendly. Weird. They chatted blandly about work for a while. When the waitress arrived, they ordered their food and waited patiently for it. Philip decided to start speeding things up.

"So, what's wrong?" he inquired.

"Well, it's just, the whole thing with," she gulped, "with – Sherlock!" She tried to keep it together but failed miserably.

"It's okay, he wouldn't want you to be upset!" Anderson comforted.

"That's only because he doesn't like emotions at all!"

Anderson didn't know what to say to that, mostly because it was true. Saved by the waitress, their food arrived just in time.

"One slim latte with syrup and strawberry Victoria sponge, one espresso and chocolate cake," she announced, placing down the plates. They ate in silence, Molly's face stained with tears.

"Is that the time?" Molly said, shocked, "I'm sorry, I've got to go!"

They spent a small while just awkwardly hugging. After a while molly pulled away, sniffling.

"Well, I'll see you, um, later, I guess," she stood up, "and thank you for today, by the way."

"Glad to see you smile again." And with that they parted ways.

He walked through the lonely graveyard, his face as white as a sheet. He walked solemnly up to the detective's grave, silent tears streaming down his face. He cleared his throat and started a speech about the poor man who had died because of his hatred. A voice shocked him. The voice was very familiar. And in an ominous, deep tone it told him "Don't worry, it wasn't your fault…"

"What the hell is that?" DI Lestrade sniggered.

"Nothing!" Philip Anderson, slamming the laptop shut, "Just a bit of writing, that's all."

"Yeah, about you and Sherlock! He's dead, get over it!"

"I believe in Sherlock Holmes," Anderson insisted.

"So you keep on telling us. But that's not gonna bring him back now, is it?"

"I believe in Sherlock Holmes."

"Whatever, just get back to work," and with that Greg left.