Molly was working late in the morgue. Sherlock had 'died' over a month ago and she was settling down. she hardly jumped when the door opened, an she was slightly less uncomfortable around John, not that she had seen him much. She was just finishing up when the door opened, and DI Lestrade walked into the morgue.
"Um... Can I-Can I help you?"
Lestrade jumped. "Molly! I thought you'd have gone home by now." he looked like he had been caught doing something wrong.
"I was just finishing up. Do you need something?"
"No, I just... neeed to get away from tweedle dee and tweedle dum."
"Donovan and Anderson being unbearable again?"
"Yeah. This whole thing is their fualt."
"I'm sure they wouldn't have done anyhing if they knew this would happen."
"Yeah I'm sure." Lestrade said sarcastically. "Do you want to go for coffee?"
Molly froze. what?! Lestrade asked her to get coffee.
"Why?"
"Um... I don't know. to talk? Get to know each other."
"You want to get to know me?"
He smiled nervously. " Sure."
She should say no. She had to stay away from people. She couldn't let them know Sherlock was alive and she was horrible at keeping secrets. Then again, Lestrade was really a great guy. And it was just coffee...
"Yeah, um, I'll just get my coat."
"Great." Molly walke into her office and Lestrade resisted the urge to fist pump.
He knew he shouldn't be happy, but he had wanted to ask Molly out for ages now, and now they were going for coffee. It wasn't really a date, but it was a start.
Molly came back in and they left for coffee.
It was nice going out with Molly, she was sweet and... Natural. She didn't put on a bunch of make up or dress in skim tight clothes. He liked her.
After they finished their coffee Lestrade walked her home.
It has been a nice night, and when they got to her apartment he kissed her goodnight. It was short and sweet. Two days later they were going on their first real date.
Lestrade fell in love with her and she fell in love with him. She was really an amazing person and her treated her better than anybody else she had ever dated. They were happy and the issue of Sherlock never came up.
He should have realised things were going too perfectly. His last wife of fifteen years was cheating on him and his career had gone to hell. Molly was too good to be true.
But she was true. She was in their apartment. Alone. After her boyfriend ruined her birthday. He had to make it up to her. Before She left him forever.
Greg sat up abruptly. What the hell kind of dream was that?! Sitting up he looked around and rubbed his face. God, he needed to ho home. Looking at the clock Lestrade grabbed his coat and ran downstairs. Taking off down the street he ran all the way to their apartment. He tried to open the door but it was locked, and he didn't have a key. Shit. It was 6:45 in the morning and his neighbours would be asleep.
"Molly! Molly answer the door. Come on Mols!" He yelled through the door.
After waiting ten minutes he decided Molly wasn't going to answer and sat down on the front steps. How could he get in? Remembering the back windows latch was loose he walked around the back and climbed in through the window barely bug enough. He ran upstairs and to their bedroom. Molly wasn't at home. Damn. He pulled his phone out and tried to call Molly. No answer.
Wait, maybe she was at the morgue. It was worth a shot. He grabbed his wallet and called a cab to Bart's. he got a lot of strange looks and he could only imagine he looked like hell but he was used to them. Reaching the morgue dread filled him when he saw she wasn't there. Lestrade ran to the phone and called Molly cellphone again. Again no answer. He tried to call John.
"Hello?"
"John, have you heard from Molly?"
"No. Should I of?"
"No. If she calls you can you let me know?"
"Yeah, of course. "
"Thanks. " He hung up without waiting for Johns response.
Leaning against the metal bed he racked his brain thinking of a place Molly could be.
He didn't know why he thought of it, and there was really no reason behind it, but he thought it was worth checking.