He buried himself with work the next few days. It wasn't hard considering the growing number of open cases on his desk.

The detective inspector yawned, he needed a break. Glanced at his watch. It was late. Maybe a cup of coffee would get him through the last paperwork of the day. He headed for the coffee machine that couldn't even brew a decent cup of coffee, a real miracle of engineering. Gregory placed his mug, pushed the button and watched the liquid pour into the cup. He tasted it, the taste was horrible. Maybe it would taste better with milk and sugar he thought and went for the refrigerator. He took a sip. It tasted even worse after the modification.

"I would kill for a decent cup of coffee right about now." he mumbled.

A scent of roses reached his nose. He'd recognize that perfume anywhere, it smelled really nice.

"Inspector Lestrade" he heard her say behind him.

Gregory turned around. "Molly Hooper, what can I do for you?" he asked and sipped his coffee.

"I think we need to talk." she said suddenly unsure of herself. Maybe coming here was a mistake.

"I think you made your point of view quite clear." he could hear how tense he sounded.

"Would you at least hear me out?" she asked.

"Right. We'll take it in my office."

They passed Dimmocks office on the way. Dimmock let out a loud whistle. Molly noticed how it affected Lestrade. He sure wasn't appreciative of the gesture. He stiffened. Tensed even more.