A/N- Wow! So... I have not updated in close to two years. Surely any readers have given up on me by now... But I'd like to give it another go. So, here for your enjoyment, is Molly and Greg's first date. Please forgive me, dear readers, for my absence. Theres no warnings for this chapter, its all fairly innocent and cute.

Molly stood in front of her full length mirror, making final adjustments to her pink dress. The floral sun dress fell to her knees, and flowed gracefully as she moved. Her hair was loosely curled, and swept onto one shoulder. Her usually bare face was now powdered, with long black eye lashes, and glossy pink lips. Despite her lovely appearance, she looked to be disturbed somehow, and kept pulling at her hemline and fiddling with her white cardigan. She glanced at her watched, and sighed, knowing she was running low on time before-

She suddenly heard a rapping on her door, and knew her date had arrived. With a last glance in the mirror, she picked up her small purse off of her bed, and walked slowly to the door. The knocking stopped some time before she reached her destination. She reached a delicate hand down to the door knob, and slowly, ever so tentatively turned it and inched open the door. On her step stood Detective-Inspector Greg Lestrade, looking as handsome as ever. His greying hair had been brushed and lightly gelled back, and he stood comfortably in a white button up shirt and dark denim jeans. He grinned upon seeing Molly, and turned his whole body to face her completely. Molly could feel her heart racing in excitement, thinking of the next few hours to come. Greg felt the same, though it was mostly because of the quiet beauty standing before him.

"Molly! Hello!" Greg sounded almost surprised to see her in her own door way, and internally cursed himself for already doing something embarrassing before the date had even started.

"Greg, hello. You look very handsome." There was a smile both in her voice and on her face. He looked down and very quietly chuckled in reply, then held out his hand to her.

"You look gorgeous Molly. Shall we?" He met her eyes once again, and waited for response. She took his and, and stepped onto the front step next to him, closing the door to her flat behind her.

Together they walked down the street, silently for a while. Greg led her around the corner, and down the street a bit further, until they crossed the road into a small restaurant. Every table was lit by a small candle, and the seats were all very soft and cushioned. Not long after being seated, a waiter came by to take their drinks order.

"Sir, Madame, what may I get for your drinks?"

"Hm, just a water for me I think." Said Molly. Normally, she wouldve ordered a beer, but she wanted to be completely sober for the whole date.

"The same for me, thanks." Greg replied. The waiter wrote down the order quickly and walked away briskly.

"So, how did you find out about this place Greg?" Molly asked curiously. It was a very quaint and nice little place, but she had never come by it before.

"Sherlock, actually. We stopped in for food her once during a case a few years ago.
Another one of those places he gets served for free. I've kept coming back since." He nervously ran his fingers through his salt and pepper hair, and lightly chuckled. He looked up at that moment, and found himself making eye contact with Molly. She blushed, but didn't look away, and held his gaze.

"I'm really glad we're doing this, though I must say I've been a bit nervous about it." Molly admitted.

"Nervous? It's only me, Mol." Greg responded with a chuckle.

"Well, that's exactly it! Its you. You've been such a good friend, I'd never want to ruin that. But... I really get the feeling I don't have to worry. We'll still be who we are no matter what happens." She divulged the last bit of information quietly, realizing as she spoke she was getting ahead of herself. She pink flush already on her cheeks deepened, and she looked down at the table quickly, then back up to Lestrade, trying to gauge his reaction.

"Molly, I've got to say, I'm not worried. I've reached a point in life where I know what I want, and that I just need to try to achieve it. I see no need to go into things that I think will have a dead end." His honesty was sobering, and Molly subconsciously sat up a bit straighter. She would not soon forget this comment, because in it were so many hidden promises. She lightly shook her head, her hair brushing over her shoulders, and smiled.

"So, the menu looks lovely." She stated, unsure of where to go from their intriguing conversation.

"Yeah, its all very good. I think the best bet for you is the scampi..."

Dinner went slowly, and the pair sat at their little corner table for hours. They took no notice of time, only each other's company. The conversation stayed relaxed and sweet, and they laughed together long after the check had been paid and the table cleared. Eventually, a sullen waiter caught Greg's eye, and gave an expression that clearly said, "Get out. Now." Sheepishly looking away, Greg rose from his seat and donned his coat. Holding out his hand to Molly he said,

"Shall we?"

She too stood, and Greg helped her with her coat. Then, ever so bravely, he rested his arm around her waist, and held his breath. Molly leaned into his gentle embrace, and he let of a quiet sigh of relief. This made Molly giggle, and she patted his shoulder with her dainty hand.

"What's next?" She asked happily, as they walked through the doors and onto the street.

Greg stopped dead.

"Oh. Oh no. I didn't really plan past the dinner. Damn. Sorry, I don't know what's next."

"Oh, that's alright. We could go back to mine for tea if you like." She sweetly suggested. If another woman had suggested he go into her flat after a date, he might've thought something different. However, as it was sweet Molly, he knew it very literally meant tea. Yet he didn't mind, just glad that the night wasn't over. They walked back the way they came, chatting happily until the doorstep. Molly dug out her keys, and let herself and Greg into her flat. In the kitchen she made up their favorite tea, and told Greg to pop a movie into the player. They spent the rest of the evening cuddled up on the couch, silently enjoying the proximity and comfort of the company.