John/Molly. Ship or Sink? Decided by viewers. Sink.. But this one was closer. 67% I guess that was one that wasn't absolutely disgusting so I shouldn't say anything. But sometimes I wonder about you guys. xD Haha, but look at me... I'm writing it.

Ehhh. This one is just... ehh... Read and let me know what you think. c:

I didn't edit this, so if you find any major grammar or spelling mistakes... Please let me know. I'd appreciate it.

"Lestrade, is it just me or are you getting more and more stupid by the day." I glanced up from his desk. "You've called me in five times within the past week and none of them have been remotely difficult, let alone interesting. I'm going to start ignoring your texts and calls soon if this is all you can give me."

He shifted on his legs uncomfortably. Something was definitely up and he wouldn't tell me. I got up swiftly and got in his face. If there was a bigger picture, I needed to see it.

"Tell me what's really going on now." I watched his face carefully. Pupils were dilated; a small bit of sweat broke out on his forehead. Why on earth was he so nervous?

"I... umm... It's j-just… well you see…"

I waited impatiently. "What?"

Lestrade looked at me seriously for a moment, and I could see he was looking for the perfect response, and having trouble coming up with it. But that's when he did the most unexpected thing I hadn't even considered to be an option.

He kissed me. And even more surprising… I kissed him back. It had been a long time since I'd kissed anyone, and I found myself enjoying it rather thoroughly.

Someone cleared their throat in the doorway and Lestrade jumped back, clearly embarrassed. "Ah! Hello, John. We... we... were j-just…" He stammered.

"Um, yeah. I noticed." John walked over and set a file on Lestrade's desk. "Donovan wanted me to give that to you. But I'll leave you two to it then." He smirked and walked out, shutting the door behind him.

Lestrade turned an even darker shade of red. I just smiled, everybody would know in the next hour or so.

I should have noticed before now that Lestrade had had a thing for me. He'd gradually started calling me in more. Even for the simple and boring things like robberies and vandalism.

"How long?" I asked quietly.

Lestrade looked confused for a minute. "How long what?"

I rolled my eyes. "You know what I'm talking about."

"Oh, right…" He thought for a moment. "A couple of months, I suppose."

I just nodded, the timeline made sense. I sat down on the edge of his desk, wondering what he was going to try next. He appeared more nervous than ever before.

"How long have you known?"

"A few minutes." I replied shortly.

He grinned, "I fooled you for a while then. The great Sherlock Holmes got fooled by me." He crossed the small office in a couple of steps.

"Don't sound so smug." I muttered.

"You're always smug." He put his hands on the desk on either side of me.

"And?" But I didn't give him time to come up with an answer when I pressed my lips against his own fiercely. I slipped his jacket off and it slid slowly to the floor.

Loosening his tie, I broke the kiss long enough to ask, "Ever had sex on this desk?"

"No." He whispered.

"Let's change that." I winked.

I finished pulling on my clothes and glanced over at Lestrade. He still looked stunned by the events that had just taken place. "You might want to get dressed." I grinned.

He just nodded, but he stayed exactly where he was.

"Problem?" I asked, tying my scarf.

He shook his head quickly and stood up, pulling on his pants and trousers.

"You might want to clean the desk yourself," I suggested, chuckling.

Lestrade smiled a bit.

I opened the door, "I must be off. I'll… I'll talk to you later, Greg." I walked out swiftly and shut the door behind me. It had been the first time I'd used Lestrade's first name. I didn't even know if he was aware that I had remembered his first name.

As I walked through the building, everyone turned to look at me. Donovan smiled, but Anderson glared. John caught up with me as I got to the door. "Don't say anything." I muttered.

"I wasn't going to." He said quietly.

I started down the sidewalk without a word.

"How was he?" John chuckled.

"I thought I told you not to say anything…" I sighed.

"Do I ever listen?"

"No, of course not. But you should learn to."

John looked at me expectantly. "So…?"

I rolled my eyes. "He was brilliant. Happy?" I hailed a cab and got in slowly, glowering when he got in next to me.

"221B Baker Street." I told the cabbie and then stared out the window, doing my best to ignore John.

"So what now?"

"That's none of your business." I retorted.

John waited patiently.

"I don't know."

"Do you like him?"

"I don't know."

"Well that's the most I've ever heard you say that." John grinned.

"Oh, shut up." My phone buzzed and I pulled it out of my pocket.

Dinner? Tonight? Around seven? –GL

I look forward to it. -SH

Well.. Alrighty then. I definitely don't ship it.

This one was suggested by a few different people... So I hope it satisfied you.

Feel free to leave any other pairing or plot suggestions in a review or private message..

However, this was really hard for me to write, and I realized I'm not writing for my own enjoyment anymore.

Unfortunately, that means that it might be a while before I write anymore. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. D=

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