Walking around the morgue after getting the last autopsy done I was hit with a shouting match and I waited for the door to be pushed open.
"Molly tell John that"- I wanted to look busy as Sherlock and John looked towards me and both paused in their argument.
"Wow. Have a date?" John asked me and I shook my head.
"No just a bonus and a pay raise. Figured it was about time to grow up a bit." I told them and went around to stand in front of John more so than Sherlock.
I didn't overly look at Sherlock, just glances and while I explained what they had been arguing about it was a pleasant surprise that I had chosen John as being right.
"Not important to the case anyways." Sherlock rolled his eyes and looked around. "Where's the body?" He asked and I shrugged.
"What body?"
"The one Lestrade had transferred here."
"All the autopsies I did today were natural death from the hospital. Never got a call about in incoming." I told him and he nodded and slowly looked around. "Call him." I nodded to the phone on the wall and he sighed. "Fine... big baby doesn't do phone calls." I pushed past him and dialed Lestrade cell.
"Dr. Hooper, this is Officer David Robinson... there's been an accident concerning Lestrade. He was on the transport with the body we found. He and the body are on the way now."
"Is Greg alright?" I looked over my shoulder to Sherlock and he seemed to have heard the other officer.
"He was unconscious when we arrived."
"Alright... and he's coming here?" I asked and when I got the affirmative I gulped and then heard a buzz for the drop off and I walked over, my heels clicking and only boosting my anxiety.
It took me an hour to finish up. Running the samples to the lab and then looking for Lestrade. Finding him to be in surgery I walked around the ICU floor and saw Sherlock and John waiting.
"Have you heard anything?" I asked and John shook his head.
"His kids are on their way." He told me and I nodded slowly and went to sit down. The only open seat was by Sherlock and I wished and prayed that Lestrade only had minor injuries and surgery would be ending soon.
It took two hours for us to hear that they were closing him up, he had come in with a myriad of broken ribs and a punctured lung.
Before we were let in his ex and kids went in, his ex crying over him, and while Greg still slept I knew they would be trying all over again.
"He's going to make it." I looked over at Sherlock after his comment.
"He should." I told him and he looked peaked a bit. "What?"
"I say he will and you say maybe. Whose better at deductions?" He asked with a click of his tongue.
"You are, but that doesn't mean he couldn't contract a virus or die from injuries someone didn't see. Doesn't mean when he's out of the ICU there won't be a freak accident where he gets too much morphine." I shrugged and leaned back so we were shoulder to shoulder.
"Those are less than likely-"
"Doesn't mean it can't happen. He could walk out of here perfectly well in a week or two and get hit by a car, or bus, or maybe trip and break his nose." I shrugged again, looking up at him now as he seemed to think about it.
"What makes you so cynical?"
"Had a lady come in for surgery two days ago. Simple thing. Died of a brain aneurysm. No one saw it coming. She had made it though surgery, woke up, laughed with her kids and husband... then she fell asleep and after two hours she flat lined." I told him and he seemed to focus on my words.
"Sure the husband didn't make a hematoma?"
"Yes Sherlock. Apparently she had been diagnosed years ago with one and she never told anyone. Being she even had kids. It was so far back in her medical history that we had to dig into old records. She took a big chance having the surgery, not to mention the kids. She was an avid skier, loved flying places... she loved her life like she could die tomorrow. Kind of nice, knowing you might die and still making the most of it. Her kids could have killed her, yet she wanted them anyways." I babbled on, shutting up when I saw the way Sherlock had started to zone out.
Greg woke up slowly, I was still sitting next to Sherlock but once John Carmen back we took off to the room, saying our hellos, asking what happened.
Took Sherlock 5 seconds to deduce it was the murderer who hit the transport van. He spent two days tracking the clues and evidence before he had the man in custody.
I was making a casserole and pie for when Greg would be discharged when the lock was picked in the next room. I crossed my arms, waiting for him to push the door open.
He did, slowly, smirking when he saw me waiting. "What do you need?"
"I just want to talk, maybe get a few ideas out of my mind." He told me and I nodded and he walked into the kitchen. I finished kneading the dough and moving to set it in the oven to rest before cleaning my hands.
"Are you going to talk to just stand there?"
"Didn't want to distract you." He muttered and I looked up and smiled before showing him that I was waiting. "What you said about that woman... it kind of made me think."
"What woman?" I asked knowing that there had been many victims of the female gender.
"The one who died with an anurysm." He added and I nodded. "Well, technically she lived with one." He told me and I nodded. "She knew she was going to die. She could have croaked driving her kids to school one day, but she did it. She put them in danger but she was happy."
"What are you getting at Sherlock? Calling her negligent?" I asked with a laugh and he shook his head.
"She must have loved her kids so much that she didn't want them to worry. She didn't want to put them in danger, yet she did something so simple everyday like taking them to school." He added and I nodded. If she did that. "And she had fun, she went skiing and traveled and even had kids. Knowing that it could end her life as she pushed them out." He advanced, ticking the things she did on his fingers.
"Where are you going with this Sherlock?" I asked and he moved to stand on my side of the counter and across from me now.
"I want to live like she did."
"You want an aneurysm?" I asked not getting where he was going with this.
"No Molly. I want you."
"Want me to do what?" I asked tilting my head, going over this entire conversation trying to find out what he had said about her doing.
"I want to be with you, even if I am putting you in danger. I want to have fun with you and memories with you and kids and trips and travel stories. I want more crime solving dates with you, I have told everyone we know about how fun it was, and I can't keep replaying that one instance in my head over and over. I want more of you." He grabbed my hands, pulling me in close and moving them around his waist. My chin rested on his chest as his hands went around my back and moved down to hold my waist.
"Why?"
"A dying woman can have exactly what she wanted, a family, the love of her life, even surgery that all should have killed her... and I want that. With you."
"You want a family with me? Want me to solve crimes with you? To go on trips like skiiing with you? Are you built for that Sherlock?" I wanted to list what he was saying, call him out on even bringing it up.
"That's what I said Molly."
"But did you mean it? Could you handle seeing me pregnant and hormonal crying over some back handed comment about my fat ankles? Can you handle a baby crying for hours not letting you think about a case? Can you handle school and the teachers? Can you handle having more than one at a time in diapers? Bed times? When they're sick?"
"I've thought it through Molly, I'm not just throwing caution to the wind. I've been thinking about it all night. I have no intention of your worries stopping me from starting a relationship with you."
"Sherlock-"
"Molly." He countered and moved in, his nose touching mine now and I couldn't help but hold my breath and wait. "Say you get it."
"Get what?" I felt dizzy, his mouth didn't have the same cigarette smell, he smelled like he had been to the dentist for a cleaning though, that or brushed his teeth 10 times.
"Get what I mean. How I'm going to make my life something fantastic with you, despite all that could go wrong." He told me and I felt myself nodding before I said anything to confirm it. My mind hadn't thought it through.
But I had to admit after the first two hour snogging session I finally got that he was serious. How ever he got in big trouble when I came out of the shower and saw him eating Greg's pie.