Dance Her Outside

Genre: Family, Romance

Pairings: Greg and Molly, John and Alex, Sherlock and Sally, Phillip and Jackie

Main characters: Greg and Molly

Greg Lestrade, having performed his musical "first dance" duties with Sherlock and Sally, had managed to set his guitar aside and join in on the festivities.

"You were gorgeous, my amazing silver fox," Molly purred, as Greg led her around the dance floor. "I really do wish you realized what a beautiful voice you have," she said.

"To each their own," he chuckled. "Sally was the star. I just tried to keep up." He gave her a small self-deprecating smile.

Molly shook her head, knowing that convincing her husband of his own talents was a lost cause. Even so, she couldn't help herself.

"It was a duet, darling. YOU had your solo bits as well. Anyway have you never listened to the recordings Sherlock has made of you?"

"Nope," Greg said, inching his face closer to hers. "Can't say I've noticed if he's played them."

"Greer gazes at you like you're Danny O'Donoghue or something," Molly protested, even as Greg's mouth made its way to that spot the he knew would derail her train of thought.

"Wait... Danny O'WHO?"

Molly sighed. "He's the lead singer of The Script, they're an Irish..." she trailed off, as Greg cut off her explanation skillfully and thoroughly.

"Greer is my daddy's girl," he said between soft, delicately lingering kisses. "I could sound like an asthmatic hyena and she'd still love me," he breathed against her skin as her grip on his hand and shoulder tightened.

"Gregory, you do NOT sound like… ahhhhhhhh… damnit Lestrade… I call no fair."

"All's fair in love, war, and changing the subject, Love" he said, as he made his way to her mouth, then pulled back from his victory kiss with a satisfied grin.

Check.

Mate.

Molly sighed, defeated for the time being. Some battles were worth compromising on, she thought, before going along with Greg's intentions and changing the subject.

"Do you think he's deduced it yet?"

Greg grinned and all but snorted a laugh. "Of course he has. He's just developed more tact since the last time John got married. It's obvious even to me, so there's no way in hell Sherlock might have missed it. No way at all."

"I suppose not," Molly laughed softly. "She's showing all the signs, what Sherlock calls the signs of three." She gazed over at John and Alex, lost in their own world amongst their dearest friends. "The difference is, look at Sherlock this time."

Greg glanced over, watching thoughtfully. "He doesn't look lost, like he wants to bolt from the room. He's as content as the rest of us are now so there's no reason for him to, anyway look at Sally. I think she's got plans for him later on." Greg paused, nodding his head towards John and Alex as Molly glanced to where he was pointing. "But look, he's already told John what he's deduced. Those two gits both look like the cat that's stolen the canary."

"Yes," Molly observed, as she noticed vaguely that Greg was slowly dancing her towards the nearest exit, "John may just have that boy yet, and Sherlock can't help himself when he's making his deductions."

"I can't help myself either," Greg's voice rumbled softly, as he nuzzled Molly behind her ear and pulled her close to him. Molly's breath caught and she was grateful for her husband's firm grip as he gracefully danced her outside, never once allowing her to lose her footing.

"You realize Greer is expecting to dance with her daddy later on, yeah?" Molly murmured.

"She's busy with Anderson for the time being," Greg pointed out. "Jackie can't get a dance in edgewise, not that she seems to mind," he laughed heartily. "Anyway we've still got a few minutes to ourselves before Ciana realizes I've left the room," he chuckled. "At least SHE doesn't make me sing to put her to sleep," he winked. "I just pretend I've got her in a briefing meeting and she nods right off pretty as you please."

"Cheap date, she is then," Molly giggled. "She's got no idea what she's missing out on."

"Maybe not but who am I to argue?" he laughed, as he stood back and gave Molly an impish grin. "Girls like what they like and we boys better deal with it. Anyway I believe OUR boys have their mother in queue as well so we really can't be out here long."

"Mmmmm, I can't wait," Molly said, with a warm smile, full of anticipation. "Did you know Sherlock has been teaching them how to dance properly? And Greer as well. Our children have already forgotten more about ballroom dancing than we ever knew between the two of us, I'm sure."

"Well, Ciana Jane won't be so discerning, in the meantime I suppose I'll just have to try my best to keep up to our daughter. And, Molly, love?"

"Mmmm yeah?" Molly murmured against his chest before bringing her head back to look up at him.

"Why the hell are we wasting this time TALKING?" Greg said, as he zeroed in on Molly for a well thought out and rather thorough kiss.

"No idea," she managed to whisper, as she tilted her head up to greet him. "No idea at all."