A/N: Thank you so much to Kayleighh and Chocolate Honey Apples for the reviews, and a big thanks to those who favorited/ subscibed to this story. :D You seriously make my day! I'm sorry this took so long, I'll do my best to update more frequently, but I can't make any promises... I dedicate this chapter to Dennis Florine, who writes some of the most beautiful love songs. (my favorite is Breathe Me In)

Pairing; Molly Hooper/Greg Lestrade. AKA Lestrolly.
Rating; T
Warnings; Same as in chapter one. Though, I have one additional reminder. These are not going to be in a point a to point b format, I will be jumping a bit. I will be chronological, but this is sort of like a series of one-shots that are all related in a very basic form.

"Molly?" Greg asked as he quietly rapped on the door. He was visiting his friend at work, carrying in his hand a bag of take-out from a Chinese not far away from the hospital. Molly was standing over a body, checking out the exterior injuries. She looked up with a school-girlish smile, and stripped her hands of her plastic gloves.

"Greg! Good to see you." He stepped in through the door, and looked at Molly's attire. Underneath her white lab coat, she had donned a light purple sweater with kittens printed on it, and brown pants that didn't quite reach the tops of her shoes. Her dark hair was sloppily tied on top of her head, and she wore a touch of pink lipstick. She looked perfect. Greg felt a sudden bout of heat fall over his face, delighted to see her.

"So, once you finish up with this chap, what d'you say? You, me, crappy take-out?" Molly nodded, and zipped up the deceased man in a bag, rolling him out of the room. Greg waited patiently, fiddling with his phone until she reentered 10 minutes later, out of her lab coat and gloves, with her hair more neatly put in a ponytail.

The pair went outside of the building, sitting on a bench with their lunch. After a few moments of silence, Molly dared a look at Greg, and found that their eyes met. She turned slightly pink, and looked away, chewing on her bottom lip. Then, she suddenly stopped, straightened her back, and turned to Greg.

"Greg?" He too had turned, and his full attention was hers.

"Yeah?" He responded, mouth full of food.

"Greg," She restarted.

"We've been good friends for a long while now, and since you divorce is getting finalized, I figure it's finally safe to say something. I've come to see that you're the best man I know, and I'd like to go on a date with you. So, this is me, asking you for a date." He silently stared for a while, and Molly couldn't decipher the message in his eyes. After a while of uncomfortable eye contact, she looked down.

"Okay, no nevermind. Forget I said anything, lets-"

"No, no Molly. I don't want to forget." He interrupted, now showing a goofy grin.

"I'd like to, yes. That'd be good." He continued.

"Oh. Oh! Well thats brilliant then. Okay. So... when?" Molly was now very pink with excitement, overjoyed that this was working out as she wanted.

"Tonight? Dinner, movie, drinks?" Greg suddenly realized he was sounding a bit over-eager, so he leaned back and crossed his arms, exuding cool-ness. Or at least, he thought so.

"Yes, that would be good. Very good!" She grinned, and habitually checked her watch. Lunch was about over. The pair ate in harmony, enjoying the weather and eachother. They soon finished, and Molly had a police excort back into her workspace. Upon exchanging goodbyes, Molly planted a sweet peck on Greg's cheek that made him feel like a schoolboy in love for the first time. He was soon aware of the cliche-ness of the feeling, but at that point, didn't really care.

FINAL AUTHORS NOTE OF THIS CHAPTER! I am in need of a beta reader, so if you're interested, my skype name is thatkelsigirl, feel free to drop me a message! I never check my fanfiction account's inbox. Sorry these are so short, but I like to get to the important bits, and not bore myself.