"Do you ever wonder what might have happened to John and Sherlock if Mary hadn't survived being shot?" Molly mused one day, while she and Greg busied themselves assembling a cot for the baby.
"I haven't really thought about it, I confess," Greg said, almost absently. He was quiet for a few moments while he finished tightening a bolt.
"I don't imagine it would have done their friendship much good," Greg finally said. "I think Sherlock pushing Mary back when she tried to jump in front of him probably saved them both, though. Of course, if he'd kept his big mouth shut in the first place it's quite likely Mary wouldn't have been shot at ALL," he concluded.
"Mmmm," Molly murmured, in agreement. "Thank God it all turned out alright though. I can't imagine not having Mary in our lives."
"Neither can I," Greg replied softly. "She keeps those two gits in line better than I ever could, and I've got a warrant card and the power to throw their asses in a holding cell," he smirked mischievously. "Of course, I'm not a former gun-for-hire, either. Explains how she keeps them minding their p's and q's."
Molly laughed at this. "A woman has her ways, you know," she hinted slyly.
To this, Greg simply grinned knowingly. "And her ways are bountiful."