It was a split second decision. Well, not really. The internet makes it difficult to make split second decisions, but the choice to join Jim for coffee had been pretty abrupt. She certainly hadn't started up her blog to attract male attention. Surely the kittens on the page would have driven them away, but Jim worked in the hospital and had apparently noticed her. If she were being honest with herself, Molly just wanted a date. Almost six years of meals being shared with only one tiny adorable child meant that Molly was up for anything, and being asked out for coffee was certainly better than fetching coffee for a very beautiful but very oblivious man.

Molly wasn't fooling herself. No matter how much she yearned to believe Sherlock meant all his compliments, she knew that they were nothing more then a way to get into her lab. If only lab were a euphemism for her pants. She huffed out a laugh as she made her way up through the hospital for coffee with Jim.

She made her way into the canteen and looked about. There were a few doctors and nurses loitering about chatting away over their lunches. At a table in the very center of the cafeteria sat a man with short dark hair and dark eyes. He looked up at Molly with a hopeful look in his eyes and stood to greet her.

"Jim?" She asked, a bit unsure, even though he had risen at her entrance. He nodded and made his way over to her.

"Hey there," he said, giving her the once over, which made her blush. "Your nose is definitely cute."

Molly giggled at his reference to the message he sent her on her blog. He wasn't bad looking. Quite cute really. And with years of celibacy under her belt, Molly squared her shoulders and followed Jim from IT over to the coffee pot. He poured her a cup before handing it over and making himself one.

Molly felt nervous about making small talk, but she endeavoured to sound like she did it all the time. "So you work with computers. What's that like?"

Jim laughed. "It's mostly me having to fix hard drives because some med student downloaded porn from a corrupted site. You can imagine how mortified they are when I have to report the incidents... with accompanying pictures as proof." Molly laughed along with Jim at his description of his job, and she felt instantly at ease from his easy banter.

He laughed along with her as she described some of the crazy things she saw in the morgue, and he even appreciated her stories about Sherlock striding in with his coat flapping dramatically.

When her break was over, Jim gave her a hug and she shyly kissed him on the cheek. "Thanks for inviting me up for coffee. I had a lovely time."

"Hey," Jim smiled, "I had a good time too. You tell the best stories, especially the ones about Sherlock." Molly giggled. "Can I message you again soon?"

"Yes, of course. And if I download any corrupted porn, I'll make sure to call you." Molly grinned as Jim laughed at her joke.

They parted ways at the canteen door, and Molly skipped down happily to the morgue.

Molly had a very strict policy about Archie meeting the men she dated. She didn't want her son to get attached to anyone that could turn out to be temporary, and she certainly didn't want to parade a string of men in front of her son. Of course, Jim was the first man she was bringing home since having Archie, but Molly was still enforcing the policy.

"But mummy," he whined, his face scrunched up and his lower lip protruded in a pout, "I don't want to go!"

"Now baby, you like Mrs. Carlton. You always have fun with her." Molly continued applying make-up while her frustrated son kicked his feet back and forth while he sat on the bathroom counter. Toby, the new addition to the family, swiped a paw at Archie's feet, but her son ignored the cat.

"I know I do mummy," he whined. "But I want to stay with you tonight and watch the singing."

Molly lifted her brow at this statement. Archie hated when she watched Glee. He always said the songs were boring and tended to climb all over Molly so that she was forced to record the episodes and watch them after he fell asleep.

"Well baby, Mrs. Carlton has a tv. I'm sure she would love to watch the show with you."

Archie, who was positioned right next to Molly, turned to her and grabbed her face with his tiny pudgy hands. "But I want to watch it with you mummy. I don't like it without you."

Molly felt herself choke up at her sweet baby boy, and she pulled him into a hug. "I don't like it without you either baby."

"I'll miss you mummy," Archie said quietly, his voice muffled into her shoulder.

Molly squeezed him tighter. "I'll miss you too baby. And I promise to come get you as as soon as mummy's friend leaves."

"Will you cuddle me mummy?" He asked with a pout so prominent, she could feel it through her blouse.

"Of course I'll cuddle you tonight baby." Molly pulled away from him. "Mummy loves sharing cuddles at sleepy time."

"Okay." His voice small, Archie lifted up a tube of lipstick to Molly, "Get more pretty mummy."

Molly laughed at his sweet words. "Isn't mummy pretty enough?"

At this Archie smiled wide. "You're beautiful mummy."

Molly beamed at her son. She was very lucky to have him.

She hated Sherlock Holmes.

Hated him.

The man had no sense of appropriate behavior and had completely embarrassed her in front of Jim.

Molly took a deep breath as she made her way to the locker room. She sat on a bench in front of her locker and thought about what had just occurred. It didn't look good for Jim. Sherlock didn't really make mistakes like that, and certainly Jim leaving his number behind did not bode well for any sort of relationship.

Molly had no problem with homosexuality, but she suspected a gay man would probably not want to date her, a woman. But then she wondered why he would lead her on like he did. Was he really gay? Or maybe he was bisexual? She would have no problem dating anyone bisexual. She liked to think she was pretty open to all forms of sexuality.

But leaving his number like that... That was wrong no matter his orientation. You just didn't do that to someone. Molly groaned and lay down on the bench. She covered her head with her arms and attempted to prevent the headache she could feel coming.

She would have to break it off with Jim. Whether or not he was into women as well as men, she just couldn't tolerate the behavior he displayed in the lab. That way lay heartbreak. She had seen enough of cheating partners and spouses in the last ten years to last her a lifetime, and she was not keen to be cheated on by someone she met at work. The rumor mill at Bart's was bad enough without adding her own failed relationships to the mix.

So okay, she didn't hate Sherlock Holmes.

She just really wanted to slap him sometimes.