A little more fluff to apologise for yesterday's drabble XD With apologies to all Mystrade shippers – I still absolutely ship it but Lestrade/Molly is fucking adorable in my mind.
"Are you going to ask her out? She seems to prefer casual coffee and lunch dates. Safe and predictable."
Lestrade looked up from his desk to where Sherlock was hovering, over by the glass wall.
"Eh?"
"Miss Hooper. Your interest in her is painfully obvious, and it would do her some good to go out with a respectable man for once."
The DI put down his coffee cup and cleared his throat. "It's not like that. Besides, I'm trying to work things out with the wife."
"Yes, yes, the wife." Sherlock's voice dripped with disdain. "The one who, in the past two weeks, has slept with the PE teacher she seems to favour, your butcher, and her female manicurist. Greg… whether you realise it or not, you are important to me, and John has explained to me that I should find ways to express my concern for your well-being. You would be much better off without her, and if your reaction at that hideous farce of a Christmas party John insisted on having is any evidence – which, of course, it is – you have more than a passing interest in her."
The loud clatter of dropped papers outside the office interrupted Sherlock's speech. Lestrade pulled open the door, finding himself face to face with Molly, her cheeks painted with a furious blush.