Direct continuation of the previous drabble - Blush. I am getting quite smitten with Molly/Greg, what can I say? I promise our boys will be back in my next one.
Molly stood there, blinking. Her eyes were huge and startled, her legs splayed awkwardly, and she clutched the few papers that hadn't cascaded to the floor tightly to her chest, a protective barrier.
"I... er... that report you needed. It's all - I mean... I brought it from the lab." she stammered, her gaze flitting between Sherlock and the detective inspector. Sherlock looked beautiful and otherworldly as usual, haughty and remote. She settled on staring at the strong line of Lestrade's jaw instead, felt her cheeks burn as she studied it. He really was quite a handsome man, how was it that she'd never really noticed before? He certainly didn't have Sherlock's eerie attractiveness, but his eyes were warm and kind, his features strong, and there was something inexplicably virile about him.
Could Sherlock really be right? Could the DI really be interested in her?
Lestrade coughed. "Uh, thank you, Molly. Good of you to bring it all the way over here. While you're here... would you maybe like to go grab a bite? Just you and I?"
The look on Sherlock's face as he watched the exchange was insufferably smug.
"That sounds nice. Let me just get my things." Molly bit down on her lower lip and mumbled before skittering off to grab her coat, her stomach filled with butterflies.