AN: I know this technically doesn't fit here but it was to short to be a free standing one shot I think and they do discuss John and Sherlock. For about 2 lines. But anyway... everybody needs some Golly. Me included:D

If you don't ship it, you don't have to read it but don't hate, appreciate:)

I just wanted to write some Golly/ Hoopstrade (whatever you want to call it)

I love you all like Sherly loves Jawn..

Prompts are always welcme:)

Erin:D

Perfect:

Lunchtime came quickly for Molly. She anxiously added a touch of lipstick and tried to neaten her hair before leaving the morgue and dropping her lab coat back on the peg in the cloakroom. She pulled on her cardigan and stepped out into the pleasantly warm London street. Walking as fast as she could without looking stupid, she headed towards the small but nice park that sat, tucked away in a secluded part of central London.

She entered the park, tapping the dark, wrought iron gates for luck (a childhood tradition of hers) and wandered past the small lake. Under a clump of trees sat DI Lestrade with a huge and delicious picnic spread around on the grass near him.

"All for you." he said, kindly, standing up and kissing Molly's cheek. She blushed furiously and took his hand,sitting cross-legged on the red tartan picnic blanket.

They quietly conversed about work, home and family whilst they ate their way through all of Lestrade's feast. Molly slipped into a natural state of happiness and found herself smiling at the most random moments. Lestrade felt loved. His wife had always been cheating on him or leaving him for days on end so it was a nice feeling to have a lovely lady like Molly care about him.

"Did you hear about John and Sherlock?" The detective inspector asked, picking at a sausage roll.

"I did, I'm happy for them."

"Me too. I'm glad they finally got together, the sexual tension at the crime scenes was almost too much." They both chuckled, remembering John and Sherlock's tense conversations and brief touches. "Honestly, if I were John, I'd have jumped on him. Sherlock I mean."

"Well, I know how he felt." Molly said, sighing unhappily. Greg took her hands in his and met her eyes.

"Personally, I think that Sherlock lost out big time when he rejected you."

Molly smiled happily and blushing bright crimson, pressed her lips to Greg's lightly. He took her face in his hands and ran his fingers through her soft hair. They broke apart and stared at each other, both flushed a pinkish colour.

Molly felt a faint splatter of rain drop onto her cheek and before she could warn Lestrade, the heavens opened, drenching them both.

Greg laughed, standing up, pulling Molly with him. They crashed their lips together and Molly shivered, not just because of the cold rain. Lestrade pulled back after a few minutes and shook his wet hair out of his face.

"Come on, Molly, help me clear up this this ruined picnic stuff and maybe we could fix this messed up date." Molly grabbed the blanket in her soaked arms and turned to Greg.

" The date wasn't ruined. It was perfect."