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.

42. Chapter 42 Birth

"How the hell did you do it, Greg?" Phillip Anderson asked, as he heaved a great exhausted sigh at a crime scene. "How did you put up with Dr. Hooper… I mean Dr. Lestrade… when she was as pregnant as Sally is now?"

Greg stared into the distance, his expression briefly morphing in relation to his thoughts to this query – waffling between amusement and deep wisdom.

"How did I… put up with my pregnant wife… hmmm…" he said, with a deliberately ironic pregnant pause.

Phillip Anderson looked to his boss with anticipatory expectation.

"Well, for starters, it wasn't ME who was going through the hormones, the physical shit. The emotional highs and lows… the swinging between wanting to jump my bones and wanting to garrotte me in my sleep…"

Phillip Anderson wasn't a stupid man, Greg knew this. But he was at times a bit, Greg thought… naïve. Not in general, mind, but mostly when it came to his pregnant betrothed and colleague, Sally Donovan.

"So then… you're saying…" Phillip hesitated while he got a feel for the notion, "it wasn't YOU who put up with Molly, it was Molly who put up with YOU?"

"Well, by rights I suppose that's how it should have been. Look, Anderson," Greg said patiently, "remember, it's not you, it's SALLY who's actually giving birth…"