The 221B Chronicles of Mollstrade

by PrairieLily

I am intrigued by the challenge of the 221B, so I'm giving it a go with my favourite character, Greg Lestrade, and my favourite pairing, Greg and Molly. In this particular collection, Mary is still alive and well and happily married to John, because I liked her, and I can ;) . I own none of these characters, no copyright infringement intended.

30. Chapter 30 Back (2)

Molly and Greg remained silently entangled with both each other and their sheets. The door to their flat had opened up unexpectedly, a familiar baritone issuing forth from another room.

"No, no, don't get up, wouldn't want to interrupt your extracurricular activities in favour of MY GODDAUGHTER, would we?" the baritone voice carried down the hallway.

"But she's not crying," Molly whispered, confused.

"I KNOW," Greg responded, trying not to hold his breath too long. "She's snug as a bloody bug."

"NO WORRIES," Sherlock called out, as he gently removed the calm and contented baby from her cot. He smiled to himself at his caper. "I'll just take her for a stroll. Uncle John and Auntie Mary thought a playdate with Rosie. But whatever you do, don't get up!"

Greg opened his mouth to shout something back out of sheer irritation when Molly clamped her hand over his face. "You SHUSH now Gregory Francis. If he wants to take Bailey for a playdate, LET HIM," she whispered fiercely.

"We'll be back shortly. I trust you'll both be decent and fit for company by then," Sherlock called out as he exited the flat with the happy infant. Bailey cooed at him. Reaching up, she gently grasped at his nose as Sherlock, satisfied he'd given Molly and Greg adequate "alone" time, cooed back.