Hi guys! Thank you for hanging in there with me the last little bit here. Life is hectic sometimes and my three year old doesn't like to let mommy write (it's like he needs my attention...;) ) I really should mention, if you didn't catch it in the summary section, that the blog portions of this are taken straight from the online Molly Hooper blog, and are in no way mine. They simply provide me with inspiration. There are quite a few blogs out there from Molly's world that you should check out. They're not terribly extensive, but they are really fun! Please keep reading and reviewing. I really enjoy hearing from you!
Five days had brought two more meetings for coffee, an unexpectedly romantic date at the library, and a tour of the morgue. Initially, Molly had been a little hesitant about the tour, but Jim seemed so genuinely interested in her work, she had given in. "I want to understand you, Molly. I want to know what makes you tick. I promise not to touch anything." She had chuckled and swung open the door, sucking in her lower lip ever so slightly. It had been along time since a man had shown this much interest in her, and she was a little out of practice with dating.
She ran her hand over the cold steel surface of a table, almost lovingly. "I know most people think of autopsies and cringe, but to me, they're fascinating. I get to see things and learn things about a person that even they themselves may not have known. The last one I did was a woman in her mid-forties who dropped dead in her kitchen for no apparent reason. She had no idea there was any danger, but she had a seriously clogged artery."
"And that's not just sad?" Jim ran his finger over Molly's knuckles when her hand came to rest near his, sending a thrill through her.
"Oh, very sad. But I was able to solve a mystery of sorts, and give her family an answer. I'm no Sherlock, and I'm not solving the high profile cases, but sometimes I manage to help the police out a bit, and that's exciting too." She was a bit disappointed when Jim latched onto her mention of Sherlock, and not onto her mention of Scotland Yard.
"Sherlock? I've seen him around. Tall fellow, sort of blows in and out of the hospital like the wind. A little oblivious to the people around him?"
"That's him. Very oblivious." She jumped a little bit when a technician suddenly rattled through the room with a tray of surgical instruments on their way to be sterilized, but it snapped her focus back to Jim just when her mind had threatened to stray to thoughts of the strange detective.
"He has a reputation for being fairly brilliant," Jim seemed a little distracted himself just now. "Is that true?"
"Yeah. He's got DI Lestrade completely reliant on him. Boffin, that one. But come on, let's get out of here. If you want to know what makes me tick I supposed you'd better spend an evening at home with me and Toby."
"Toby? Should I feel jealous?"
Molly laughed, glad to have successfully changed the subject. "Only if you think small, four-legged, and feline is threatening. Come on then. 'Glee" and take-away, on me."
"I can't believe you don't know how to spell-check. They gave you your doctorate?" Molly playfully shoved Jim while he sat in front of her computer, teaching her a few tricks to make her blogging easier.
"I can't believe you read random blogs in your free time."
"Only when I'm bored. And it served me well enough. I'm here with you, aren't I?" Molly pulled the sleeves of her jumper over her hands.
"Only when you're bored?" Jim stood up and put his hands inside the sleeves of the jumper Molly couldn't seem to stop fiddling with, and ran them up her forearms. Molly shivered, and leaned forward, grasping Jim by the elbows.
"Well, I read yours every day," he said, planting a kiss on the end of her nose, "Or at least, I look at it every day. You're bad about posting things. You'll go days..."
"I don't always have that much to say." Toby was weaving himself in and out of their feet, begging for attention. She reluctantly pulled herself away from Jim to pull a half finished can of food out of the refrigerator and empty it into the glass bowl on the floor.
"I don't think that's true. I think you can hardly keep that brilliant mind of yours silent, you just don't know how to put your thoughts out there." He leaned against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest, watching her.
"Maybe I'll do better now that I know somebody is paying attention." Molly took several slow steps towards the nearly irresistible man she had somehow managed to coax back to her flat, trying her best to look seductive.
"I hope so," he brushed his lips against her forehead and whispered into her hair. "I've got to go." Molly deflated. Was she that awkward?
"Was it the morgue?" She hoped she sounded upbeat and jokey.
"Molly, it was fantastic. You're fantastic. Lunch tomorrow is on me."
"I'm not writing anything because I know you're reading this!
Do you mean me?
Jim 30 March 13:42
Yes! You! Thanks for lunch!
Molly Hooper 30 March 13:45
Thank YOU for last night! Xxx
Jim 30 March 13:47
Did you like it then? Was it all right?
Molly Hooper 30 March 13:48
Yeah! I can't believe I've never seen Glee before! LOVED IT!
Jim 30 March 13:49
Me too! And Toby LOVED you!
Molly Hooper 30 March 13:50
He's lovely. And so are you.
Jim 30 March 13:52
You're lovlier. Lovelyer. Lovelier? Is that how you spell it?
Molly Hooper 30 March 13:55
Don't you have spellcheck switched on?
Jim 30 March 13:56
How do I do that?
Molly Hooper 30 March 13:58
Didn't I show you yesterday?
Jim 30 March 13:59
I've forgotten. Again.
Molly Hooper 30 March 14:00
Thanks for that. You're a good teacher
Molly Hooper 30 March 14:46
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Jim 30 March 14:50
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Molly Hooper 30 March 14:47
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Jim 30 March 15:01"
