Sorry for the mistakes if you find them. Especially my Gaelic, It is a little rusty. Ok, I haven't done it in years so do tell me if it is wrong. This was idea of a very good friend of mine. Dedicated to her really. Triggers. It is a little sensual at the end. What? He hasn't seen her in months, what do you expect? I still don't own any of the characters and never will probably. Please leave a comment. Thanks for reading!
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It was near Christmas and she was still at work. Why she had to work so hear to Christmas is anyone's guess. She always had the three weeks off, unless she was called in by Lestrade or Sherlock. For all the other overtime she did and for putting up with him for the entire year.
The first gift arrived in the morning with no fanfare. It was simply there, on her packed desk full of paperwork. She had only gone out to the vending machine, a couple of minutes at the maximum.
Molly turned, scanning the morgue for whoever could have left her the gift. Looking under her desk, and in the store cupboard, just to be sure. Even with the lights off, always had a dull blue glow of light running around the ceilings. She would have seen anyone come in. But there was no one else in the room.
Molly eyed the long box. It was wrapped in a Forrest green paper that gave off a dim sheen in the light. A single golden ribbon was tied in to a bow and a small tag could be seen sneaking out from beneath. She untied the ribbon carefully. The box was red velvet, a jeweler's box. Molly lifted the lid with trembling fingers. A bracelet of diamonds glittered next to the satin. Sliding it on for the day since she didn't have and autopsies planned that day.
Chuir sé i gcuimhne dom de tú. - JM (It reminded me of you.)
The second gift appeared at lunch, sitting in her normal place in the canteen. It was the only time she had been down there all day, it could have been delivered at any point. Of course, she stood around with the tray and looked around. A couple of nurses looking over and giggling at her. She felt so stupid now, just staring at the gift.
She slides it to the side of the table as she eats, picking it up and taking it back to her office.
On the way over one of the nurses bumped into her on purpose. "He told me to do this." Molly gave her a puzzling look., realising that she was new and wouldn't recognise him. "He had a Irish accent, he said to make sure you had it."
She undid the ribbon and unwrapped the paper to find a book. A first addition of the Grimm Tales illustrated by her favourite Artist, Eleanore Abbot.
Tá a fhios agam cé mhéad mian leat é. - JM (I know how much you like it.)
The third gift was given to her in the park as she sat by herself sipping tea and reading the Newspaper on her break. She always enjoyed getting away from the hospital, even if it was only for fifteen minutes.
"Auntie Molly?" A little voice came out of the blue
Molly glanced up at the teenager and his little sister that were standing before her. He looked a little rough around the edges. Jason was quite the artist, that as the one thing they had on common. Dried spray paint coated his fingernails and there was a smudge of clay on the collar of his frayed t-shirt. The little girl was a lot cleaner with a little yellow dress on
"Jason, what are you doing around here? Here's your Dad?" She picked the little girl up and sat her on her knee, letting her play with the lab coat.
He shrugged and held out a box wrapped in green paper and tied with a gold ribbon. "He's around. Doing a couple of errands for Uncle Jim."
She stood and tucked the paper under her arm. "Is he around?"
The boy gave her a lopsided smile, "He said that you'd say that. All he said was if you don't take it from me now you'll get him it from him later on." He chuckled at the innuendo.
"Thank you. He's over there." She took the small gift off him. Pointing in the direction of Tom, standing over on the corner waiting for Jason and Ellla. "Tell him I'll see him later."
The boy took off once she accepted the gift. She hadn't always come out to the park. It was a new habit she had started over the last few weeks. That meant that he was having her followed, she just started laughing.
Molly slid one finger under the green paper, she set the paper aside and opened the box. The first thing she saw was the smooth velvet of the red notebook, with sleek white paper, and the finest pens and pencils that money could buy.
Dúirt tú go raibh tú ag rith amach as soláthairtí. - JM (You said you were running out of supplies.)
The final gift was left on her desk at 10:05 pm. About the size of a dress box from his favourite designer, also wrapped in rich green paper and tied with a golden ribbon.
"Nollaig Shona, Mo ghrá." (Merry Christmas, My love.)
He was dressed handsomely in a charcoal suit. His hands were in his pockets and he slouched casually where he stood. "Did you miss me?" He began walking towards her slowly.
She almost ran to him and embraced him, kissing him, her hands placed on his cheek. "Of course I did." His hands settling on her hips.
He walked over to the table and picked up the gift. "I see Tom and Jason have been doing well then."
"Yes, they've managed it quite well."
"Good. We're going home for the three weeks you have off." He put the box in her hands and swung around so he was behind her, pulling her into him. "Open it and put it on."
She slowly pulled herself away, going to get changed. "Is that a Sig Sauer in your pocket or are you just pleased to see me?" Grinning as she left the room.
Molly walked back into the room a couple of minutes later. Twirling so he could see every inch of her. Jim beckoned her over to him.
"Close your eyes." He pulled out a small necklace to match the bracelet that he had given her. She could feel the small diamonds settle on her chest. He tilted her head to one side, brushed her hair away and kissed her neck. "It's not my gun, if your were wondering." He whispered and hummed into her ear. "You really do look beautiful in green."
"Later Jim."
"Tá mé caillte i bhfad tú ró chun fanacht go fada." (I lost you far to long to wait.) He nuzzled her neck while his hand snuck through the slit on the side of her dress, feeling the skin of her thigh for the first time in months. "Dia, tá mé chaill tú." (God I've missed you.)
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