Molly wore one of her new outfits to work under Jim's insistence. He reminded her how perfect her body was, and that she should be flaunting it. She put on her lab coat and started to work. She hated to admit it, but she felt good about herself for the first time in years.
"Molly, hey, it's John. Sherlock said you had something for him?" He walked in and stopped in his tracks. "Wow. Molly, you look great."
"Thanks. Um, yeah, I have a diseased liver that I thought he might want. It's in a cooler in the other room. I'll get it for you." Molly walked out.
John stood in shock. This was a different Molly. She looked gorgeous.
"Here you go. I added some fingers from a John Doe we were going to throw out. I know he likes experimenting with them."
"Good. I'll get going. See you later." John left quickly.
Molly worked for another few hours on slides then went to her office to write up reports.
"Oh, Molly." Came the sing-song voice of Jim Moriarty. "I thought I would drop by and say hello."
"Jim! You can't be seen here with me. I could get into trouble."
"Relax. Everyone in this hospital wears scrubs and a mask. I blend right in."
"Yes, but John could have seen you. You have to be careful." Molly said.
"Aw, are you embarrassed to be seen with me? I'm hurt." Jim frowned.
"Just try not to cause trouble." Molly sighed.
"Okay." He kissed her. "I'll behave for you, mouse."
"Thank you. I have work to do."
Jim followed her to the autopsy table and watched over her shoulder.
"He doesn't look too good."
"He was smashed by a bus of course he isn't going to look like he's walking the red carpet." Molly snapped.
"Ooo. Someone is getting sassy with me. I like it." Jim teased.
Molly turned around. "If you do not shut up, I will kill you and make it look like an accident."
Instead of look frightened, Jim grinned evilly. "Molly, my sweet, that's my job. Your job is to deal with the bodies."
"Is there a reason you are still here? Some of us have jobs that need doing."
"Fine. Obviously someone is being Mrs. Grouchy Pants. I'm leaving okay." Jim walked out the door.
Molly worked in silence for a moment until her phone chimed. She rolled her eyes, knowing who it was.
I'll be waiting for you-JM
Molly ignored every text message that came from him for the duration of her shift. Finally she got home and flopped on the couch.
"Well, I hope you're ready to apologize."
She shot up. "Are you kidding me? How many times are you going to break into my flat?"
"As many times is necessary. But I used a key this time." Jim replied.
"What do I have to apologize for?" Molly asked.
"You were very rude to me earlier."
Molly snorted and laughed herself silly.
"What I wrong with you?" Jim asked.
Molly just couldn't stop laughing. The whole scenario was just so utterly ridiculous.
"Hello? Are you drunk or something? Molly, get a grip." Jim snapped his fingers in front of her face, but that only spurred her on. "Get a hold of yourself, girl."
She finally calmed down enough to talk.
"You are Jim Moriarty, the consulting criminal and you get upset that I'm rude to you. If anything you are rude to me. Stalking me is not the most polite thing to do." Molly explained.
"Well excuse me if I don't like the traditional approach. I prefer to be outspoken." Jim defended.
That just caused Molly to break down into laughter again.
"Why do I put up with you?" Jim groaned.
