Title: Unexpected
author: Cindy Ryan
pairings: Lestrade/Molly
It was nearly eleven by the time John arrived at the hospital. It was late and well past visiting hours. Being a doctor, however, had privileges. Even though John wasn't employed at that hospital it still got him past security. As John walked down the quiet corridors he went over the details he'd learned once back in London. John had called the Yard looking for Lestrade and gotten a very tired Anderson. Presuming it was only because Anderson was very tired that John had gotten any information at all. Long short of it; three people dead, a tech in serious condition and Molly in fair condition. The kidnapper/murderer in custody.
Arriving at Molly's room John peeked in the half open door. He was surprised to see Lestrade slouched in the visitor's chair opposite the door. Assuming both asleep John was about to leave when Lestrade's soft voice stopped him.
"She only has minor injuries."Greg reported as he stretched and stood. "If you can count a deep cut on her right arm minor. Docs sedated her so she could rest without nightmares."
John stepped into the room and walked to Molly's bed. The doctor side of him took in her bandaged right arm, scrapes and bruises and bruised throat in a glance.
"Molly was one of the lucky ones."Greg commented sadly. "Bastard took two lives because he could plus the robbery victim. All dead because the son-of-a-bitch had his robbery interrupted...more likely a drug deal gone bad but we'll never know. He's lawyered up; not talking. Such a waste."
"Murder is always a waste."John responded quietly. "Though Sherlock would say otherwise."
Greg met John's gaze. "Sherlock couldn't be bothered to check on her, huh?"
John shrugged as he looked once more at Molly's still form. "He is worried about Molly."
"Didn't say as much, did he?"Lestrade countered.
"You know Sherlock."John replied.
Greg sighed. "Yeah, I know. Thanks for coming...it'll mean a lot to her."
John cleared his throat. "Are you and Molly..."
A brief smile crossed Lestrade's face. "Yeah, couple months now. Scared the hell out of me when I heard she'd been taken...when I saw the blood at the scene and didn't know...everything can change in an instant and all you're left with is memories."
"I'm glad Molly's okay and that you two have each other."John stated with a smile. "You're good for each other."
"Hope so."Lestrade commented tiredly. "I'm just glad we have a chance to figure out what we've got."
"It's late...I should go."John commented as he moved toward the door. "Give Molly my best. Tell her she can call me for anything. Even if she and Sherlock never...mend things...tell her she has me."
"I will."Greg promised. "I know she's always appreciated your friendship."
John nodded looking back once more at his injured friend. Molly had been one of the lucky ones but John's experience from the military and from his time with Sherlock told him she had a long recovery ahead. John left the room knowing without a doubt that she would make a full recovery. Especially with Greg's help. It'd be a tough road but they'd get through it.