It was now an entire year ago, some-times it felt like it was another life time, some-times it felt just like yesterday that Molly would see Sherlock Holmes, almost on a weekly basis. Feel her chest ache as they would part in hurt, cheating herself for even caring.
"honestly darling." Her best friend Amanda chatted to her as they sat at a caffee at Molly's lunch getting a bit of lunch and some tea. "You are to impossible."
"What?" Molly blinked. "Me?" she asked confused. "What do you mean impossible, I don't think any-one ever described me like that before." in fact she was positively possible and boring as far as Molly knew.
"They should." Amanda stated pulling back her short dark hair which were very smartly cut, matching how smartly Amanda was just in general dressed. "You are impossible nice, do a favour for me sweet-heart, go out and do some-thing nice for yourself." she stated.
"Oh." Molly blushed deeply. "No.. not today." she whispered glancing at the television screen in the corner of the cafe' showing footage of Sherlocks fall, marking this one year date of that advent.
"It should not be possible to be so nice, and then you are so hard on yourself to." Amanda grumbled on. "Go on a speed-date, drink a guy dry for money, any-thing Molly, go out with me this weekend. Sweet-heart, you are to damn nice to not being treated to some-thing nice, mostly from yourself."
"I'm not that nice." Molly blushed deeply.
"Sweety, if nice and pure was a human being, I'll be looking at her right now." Amanda snorted.
Molly blinked as she looked up staring at some-one who stood up at the counter with the back to her. "Me to.." she barely whispered.
Amanda blinked, and then turned around, trying to catch a glimpse of what-ever Molly was looking at. "You mean the short one?" she asked. "Guy with the sweater, who's he?" she asked now sounding genuinely curious.
"Oh, it's not important." Molly muttered taking a sip off her tea as to escape the subject, only to get a demanding look from Amanda. "It stopped being important a while ago." Molly then explained.
"Oh I see." Amanda sighed. "Another not returned love story ay?" she asked.
"No." Molly shook her head. "Well yeas but not like... it's really complicated." she then at last muttered her eyes still fixed on John Watson as he picked up a sandwich and left, she had briefly considered calling out to him, but in the end had decided against it. John Watson.. he really had to be one of the nicest most pure people Molly had ever met. "I hope he's okay, what if he needs some-thing?" she muttered more to herself than any-one else as the door closed behind the good doctor. One of the kindest people in the world.
Sherlock had been right, people always tried to hide things, but towards Sherlock hiding would be futile and just prove the detective further in his belief that humanity was and always would be sick and dirty, not worth giving an second glance nor thought. John was different though, John didn't try to put up an image of being a nice good person, he didn't need to prove any-thing to any-one, pretend or try to convince. he just was.. kind of like. Molly had to blush by the admission, herself.
She remembered the words that stranger woman at the grave-yard had said. Sherlock collects the selected few, the selected few he deemed trust-worthy, and what made then so trust-worthy? Molly couldn't help but be proud, because they were genuinely good people, deemed worthy and good by Sherlock Holmes himself.
"But what I am saying sweet-heart." Amanda's stream of words got Molly out of her own thought stream ones again. "You really need to stop being so worried about what other people need, that's all that's ever on your mind, what do she need, what does he need. Sweety." Amanda looked a little sternly at Molly. "What do you need?"
"Oh, I got every-thing I need." Molly flustered.
"Then put some crop on the top, just some-thing." Amanda rolled her eyes. "You are to good to walk around alone in that little apartment of yours, but heaven knows it would be difficult to find one as good as you, but at least you can try."
Molly smiled vaguely as she felt the warm rush going to her checks. Even as she had gotten back to work, she couldn't help but feel uplifted, even as she carefully cut open another corpse, what made her jump how-ever, was the loud voices, loud voices coming from the police men.
"I don't care what you think! Just figure it out!" a voice snapped.. a familiar voice. Molly knitted her brows in recognition. It was Greg Lestrade, why was he so upset? Lestrade was never upset, he was one of the most patient men in the force, always able to take a step back and view a situation from a logical perspective, which probably was also why he was the only one able to work with Sherlock back in the day, all though even for him that had been a hard task. If he was upset.. some-thing had to be terrible the matter.
And he was still obviously both angry and upset as they entered her little lab to look at the body, as professionally as Molly could she explained the toxis she had found in the elder man, and how it could indeed be poison, soon Lestrade turned away and started disguising with one from his team in the corner. Still his voice was hissing and his persona sending that angry air.. now that Molly had gotten a closer look at him, he also looked dead tired and exhausted, like he barely could keep himself up.
"What is..." Molly whispered to one of the younger detectives still looking at the body.
"Up with the inspector?" the young ginger man replied. "Keep it under wrap all right," He asked of Molly whom nodded her consent. "the misses left him. And it seems for good this time."
"Oh no." Molly sighed. "And he tried so hard." She really did feel sorry for Greg, his wife had been the love of his life, they had two wonderful kids together. Molly had seen them a few times, and this wasn't the first time that woman had been sleeping around, ones before she had threatened to leave with another only to come back.. Then Sherlock straight up informed she was still cheating on Greg at that christmas party, but still Lestrade had tried to make it work with all of his might, out of sheer love for the children. Judging from his agitated state, it indeed seemed it was now over for him and the wife, and he was angry about it. as could be seem the way he uncharacteristic stormed out.
In a little time, Molly did what seemed natural to her, she bought two cups of coffee, and easily found Lestrade standing outside as he was smoking a cigarette. "Here." she reached him the one cup. "You look like you could fall dead a sleep any second."
"Oh, Molly.. thanks." Lestrade flushed awkwardly accepting the cup.
"heard about Elisabeth." Molly muttered beneath her breath. "I'm sorry."
"Njah, it was stupid of me to keep on trying, our marriage was a failure years ago. She was right when she said I didn't trust her, how could I? she hasn't exactly proven herself trust-worthy." Lestrade muttered rather sourly. "Damn that Sherlock, he of cause had to be absolutely right every-time he pointed out that she was sleeping around." he hissed through his teethes.
"So you preferred to not have known?" Molly asked.
"No. It's better this way." Lestrade muttered to himself. "I am just angry I didn't admit it sooner." he gritted. "Why would I have to ever know Sherlock, he had to make me realise you just can't trust people. At all!" he stated sounding almost hopeless in that last statement.
Molly tried to find some words.. any-thing. It was hard, living in this world where people did lie so much. "He trusted you though." Molly pointed out nothing having to say the name. Sherlock trusted Greg, he was one of the few people Sherlock had collected under his wing.
Lestrade blinked in surprised. "Well, I don't want to flatter myself, but in his own way perhaps." he nervously scratched his ear.
"He did." Molly insisted. "Though I suppose you're right, what is the use, one man I dated turned out to be a world class murdering criminal after all... What I wouldn't give for just one trust-worthy friend in arm to lean upon." she muttered. "that is precisely what I would need." she stated before glancing up, and then looked at Greg who was sipping at his coffee. She froze, just looked at him... dependent, pure trust-worthy police inspector.
As Lestrade had taking his drink he got aware that he was being looked at and turned his head to look back at Molly with knitted brows. "What?" he asked.
"I was just.." Molly flushed. "How about dinner? Soon... if it's not to early."
Stunned Lestrade looked at her, blinked one time, then his eyes softened and a smile played on his lips. "That would be lovely." he told. "I would like that." he admitted.
Molly smiled back at her, a tiny yet genuinely warm smile. "A nice evening out, I believe that is just what the two of us need, don't you?"