He's Not Right For You

Chapter Two – Cheese Sandwiches and a Packet of Crisps.

A/N: Just to clarify Sherlock is still alive in this. Its set just after ASIB

It had been years since Greg had been on a date. If he was being honest with himself he wasn't really sure what the correct amount of time was to ring a girl after a date. He wanted to call her as soon as he left but he knew that would be creepy and managed to not too. But he couldn't stop thinking about that kiss.

With his wife the romance had faded years ago. If they kissed it was a small peck on the lips to say goodbye. It was never hot or passionate like it had been with Molly. If she kissed like that it made him wonder what she would be like in bed. Of course he stopped that thought dead in its tracks. Not the right place or time to be thinking such things about the young pathologist.

He actually decided too call her the next day on his way to Barts. He had spent the morning doing paperwork and was now on his way to collect the reports on a murder victim. He could have had one of the less senior officers do it but then he wouldn't have gotten to see his Molly.

He took out his phone and quickly pressed call on her number.

"Hey Molls, its Greg," he greeted when she picked up.

"Oh hey Greg," she returned.

"How are you?" he asked, trying to make small talk.

"Good, a bit bored paperwork and all," she sighed.

"I know the feeling Molls," he laughed. "So I was wondering if you wanted to meet me for lunch or coffee after work?"

"Lunch sounds nice?" she said shyly.

"Oh great," he grinned, "I'll meet you in canteen."

"What?" she sounded shocked, "Like at Barts?"

"Yeah."

"Oh you don't have to come here-" Molly started.

"Already here," he said ending the call.

By the time she had scrubbed up and made her way down stairs Greg was sat at a table with two cups of coffee, a big packet of prawn cocktail crisps and two cheese sandwiches. He wished he' had a camera just to capture the look on her face when she came down the stairs and saw him sat there with their makeshift lunch and a smile that looked the cat who got the milk.

"You came prepared?" she laughed as she sat down.

"Oh I'm always prepared?" he winked. She laughed at that and he couldn't help but join her.

"So," she said taking a handful of crisps and putting them in her cheese sandwich, "what brings you her?"

"Business, I have paperwork on the Dawson case to pick up," he explained.

"Of course, after lunch, you can come up and get. I did the autopsy."

"Well I wouldn't have expected them to give to anyone but the best."

"Oh Greg, how you flatter me," Molly joked.

There was moment of silence after their laughter ended. They both crunched happily on their food, each lost in their own thoughts.

"Sherlock came by earlier," Molly said breaking the silence. Greg coughed.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah taking bits and bobs from bodies and test results," she told him. When she said this Greg could see something in her eyes, a flicker that he had only seen once before, at Christmas. He knew the look. It was love – or an emotion of a similar kin. He chewed for a moment longer before swallowing and reaching across the table to take her little hands in his big, calloused ones.

"Molly," he started looking deep into her eyes which were now filled with sorrow. She knew where this was going. Where all of her potential boyfriends went.

When it came to Sherlock they just didn't want to compete him and her work for her attention. She had just thought that with Greg it might have been different. Clearly she was wrong.

"He's not right for you, Molls," he said quietly. She looked down, biting her lip, nodding.

"I know, I know its just..." she said in a small voice.

"I know Molls, I know," he soothed.

"Greg," she said looking up through her lashes at him. "I like you, I'd like to stay with this, see where it goes and not give up because of Sherlock Holmes."

"I'd like that too," he smiled before leaning over the table and planting a small kiss on her lips.

When they broke away she smiled up at him before saying,

"Do you want to come to mine tonight for a curry?"

"Yeah," he grinned before kissing her once more.

A/N: I'm so sorry its short and crap. Its just a filler chapter really. Please don't hate me, I tried!