"You know, love, calling people every twenty minutes when they're at work is not a good way to make them fall in love with you," Jim said, his tone bored and annoyed as he walked into the labs casually.
"You wouldn't answer your calls," Molly replied with a shrug, fixated on the microscope. "So I had to keep making them."
"And now I'm here, so what did you want?"
"Oh, nothing," she chirped as she looked up at him. "I was just calling to say good morning. It's your fault that you showed up here instead of answering." His eye twitched slightly. He was missing an important meeting for this.
"You mean to say," he nearly growled, teeth gritted. "That you called me… twenty two times to say good morning?"
"It's only the polite thing to do, Jim," she replied as she turned back to the microscope. "But I guess I won't be calling you anymore to say good morning." He could hear the smirk in her voice and was only getting angrier by the second. Maybe he should just take her scalpel right now and slit her pretty little throat…
But wouldn't that victory be so much sweeter at the end of December, when he got to torture her slowly first, mocking her for thinking that she could ever matter to anyone, let alone him? Oh, it would be so much sweeter when he had sweet little Molly begging to have the consequences of the game undone, when he had her begging for him to please not kill her. And that was the only reason that he didn't pick up the scalpel and murder her then and there.
"Well, then, I'll be off," he said nonchalantly, not revealing the anger he was hiding.
"I get off in five minutes. Would you like to go out for coffee?"
"Like I said, I'm missing an important meeting. You're going to have to try a bit harder than that, Molls."
"Oh, live a little! I'm sure your entire network won't suffer if you miss one measly meeting."
"You're telling me to live a little? Molly, have you ever missed a day of work that wasn't because you were sick? I know you haven't, because you told me-"
"And you also know that my shifts are twelve hours long, I've only been here for seven, and I am willing to leave work five hours early just for the fun of it. Would. You. Like. Coffee?" There was something aggressive in her voice, something he couldn't quite place, but he thought it fit her well, much better than her previous goody-two-shoes attitude.
"You're paying," he growled as he marched out of the room like a petulant child. She blinked away her shock that that had actually worked and then jogged after Jim, abandoning her work as she tossed her lab coat on the floor behind her. She ended up passing him, turning around to jog backwards so she could see him.
"Oi, Moriarty," she called from across the street. "If I get there before you, you're paying!" She turned and ran and Jim sighed. No way he was running after her and making a fool of himself, so it looked like he'd be paying.
Sorry it's so short :/
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