Molly walked into her office to finish her paperwork. There, on her desk, lay a big box of chocolates. She smiled and removed the lid. Her face fell. The chocolates had nuts in them. She was allergic to nuts. She sighed and pushed the box away. She'll give them to Sherlock, he'd probably like them. She straightened. Who gave her the chocolates in the first place? It couldn't be Sherlock, because he knew she was allergic to chocolates. John also knew, so it wasn't him. Maybe Detective Lestrade? She nodded her head. Yes, it was most likely him. But why would he be giving her chocolates? She thought he was already in a relationship with someone. Wait, there was a card. She pulled it out. Happy Valentine's Day, Dr. Hooper it read. She threw the card aside. Definitely not Sherlock. He never called her "doctor." She shrugged. If he came in today, she'd ask him. She sat at her desk, and started on her paperwork. She was so engrossed, she didn't realize anyone was there until she heard a voice say, "You don't like chocolate?"
She looked up to see Sherlock, along with John, in the doorway. She smiled at them. "I do, but these have nuts in them. I can't eat nuts."
Sherlock looked embarrassed. "Of course. I asked the woman at the store, and this is what she said you would like. 'Chocolates are a staple for Valentine's Day' she had said. I guess I forgot to check and see if they contained nuts. I'm sorry, Molly."
John sniffed. "I told you to get her roses."
Molly smiled at Sherlock. "It's okay. I appreciate the thought."
Sherlock nodded uncertainly. "I was told that on Valentine's Day, you bought your girlfriend roses or chocolate and took her out for dinner. At least, that was what John told me."
Molly grinned. He had called her his girlfriend. "It's fine. I'll give the chocolates to Greg. He'll like them."
"Okay, are you available at seven?"
She shook her head. "No, I'm still busy, took someone's shift."
"I already had Mycroft clear the rest of the day for you. You can leave right now if you want. I'll take you out for fish and chips for lunch."
"Alright, Sherlock. Just give me a minute." On her way past him, she leaned up and kissed his cheek. "Thank you," she whispered.
Sherlock grinned, while John rolled his eyes. "You should have got her chocolates," he mumbled under his breath.
It has come to my attention that Brits don't use the word gotten, hence the omission of the word in John's sentence.