Wait... Oh crap! I forgot about Molly! I need to do something, she has close connections with Sherlock. But they can't know about Molly, and I have an idea that Roy will stalk me for a bit to confirm his suspicions.

POV: No one

The room fell into silence after Jim and Roy spoke, and it had been that way for about 10 minutes now.

Moss made a few attempts to break the silence, but he couldn't quite get his words out. Meanwhile Roy was being very careful and hadn't took his eyes off of Jim. "So, this was a good start!" Jen said cheerfully.
"A good st- a good start!?" Roy yelled in reply.

"Yes, compared to the other times you've had an intention of being social. This is a good start." Jen retorted.

Jim just stood there fascinated by how little their minds must be if they have this as a job.

"I think it went great!" Moss joined in. "Roy, I need to borrow your stapler. Can I borrow your stapler?"

"Wha- Yeah, whatever." Roy was paying little attention to Moss at the moment. He was more concerned about the possible criminal in the IT department.

"I need to go see my... Friend." Jim groaned as he walked out the door and headed for the elevator.

"Wait!" Roy yelled running after Jim and grabbing him by his sleeve.

"What?!" Jim yelled annoyed that he had to spend more company with Molly Hooper. She wouldn't shut up about Sherlock. But it wasn't anything interesting, it was just about how he ignores her. Roy flinched at Jim's sudden outburst.

"N-Nothing... Nothing, nothing at all." Roy said trying to act casual as he released Jim from his grasp. "S-Sorry, it's nothing." Roy slowly backed away from Jim and ran back into the basement panting.

"Roy, there's no staples!" Moss yelled. "Roy, go get some staples!"

"R-Right... I will go... Get some... Staples." Roy trailed off as he turned towards the door. This was his chance to follow Jim.

"Jesus... It sure is stuffy down there" Jim chimed, stretching out his arms as he strolled towards Molly's house. Now and then he would here footsteps, or an Irish voice hush a cat. Jim left it though, he wouldn't be able to see him and Molly anyway if they were to go upstairs.

Jim opened Molly's apartment with his spare key.

"Honey, I'm home" He groaned as the door slammed behind him.

"Dammit!" Roy yell-whispered. "Is that his boyfriends house?"

A FEW HOURS LATER

"How long are they going to be in there" Roy said to himself. He was now sitting next to a dumpster outside their front door, in the alley. Suddenly he heard a lock turn and heard two voices.

"Do you have to go?" Molly asked.

"Yeah, I've got that new job down the street, remember?"

"Oh, right. Why did you quit at Barts again?" Molly replied.

"This one just has better pay-" Jim was cut off by giggling.

Jim went over and into the alley, he could see Roy's feet on the other side of the dumpster, so he took the most appropriate course of action and kicked the bin.

"Ow!" Came a cry from the other side.

Jim was now back standing opposite Molly. Roy didn't know what or who had moved the bin into his head, but he was nervous.