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;3; I’m gettin’ sleepy, Reyneface. Mind if we continue tomorrow?

Sorry <3 Thanks for playing with me though. 

Craving [tag; Lestrade] 

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It started off on a whim. Molly Hooper was craving Indian food. It was not a very common craving, so she thought maybe it would pass. But no, it was what she wanted. The problem was it was late at night, on a Thursday, which really, did not call for such a fuss, but she had wanted company. So, she had texted friends, but they declined, had texted co-workers, and had gotten nothing, so after Lestrade agreed to go with her, she was pretty giddy about it. Of course, why she was giddy, she would never say.

But hey. Indian food was involved.

So after she refreshed her appearance, aka, changed everything she had on, she headed down to a restaurant that appealed to her. Dressed in dark, tight jeans, a blue blouse, a black vest, and with her makeup done, heels clicking, and accessories on, Molly felt pretty confident. Okay, so maybe she did not compare to some of the women she saw on her way but still…confident.

Sitting in a table at the back, she had her phone on the table as she waited for Greg to arrive. She wondered if he would decline at the last second.

Greg has a suspicious small smile on during the last hour of his overtime. Anderson had made a point to point it out and Donovan had the common courtesy to compare it to Sherlock’s oh-goody-murder look, which was more than unpleasant, but he found himself caring little. He had a date. Okay, well, not really. It wasn’t actually a date. It was more like a mutual decision to eat food at a restaurant between two consenting adults, who have made no definition of a relationship that would warrant a date-, but who was really asking anyway?

He smiled none the less as he pulled on his coat and closed up his office. It’d been a very long time since he’d been out with a woman, not that was this kind of meeting, but just in case, he made a stop in the washroom to straighten his tie and check his hair. He sighed, looking down at his bland suit and equally bland tie with a shrug. 

He made his way out and headed in the direction of their chosen restaurant. To tell the truth, he was not a gigantic fan of Indian food, but there was no way he was going to divulge that fact. 

He walked  with purpose past the front tables, glancing about trying to find his mark. He smiled when he laid his eyes on her hidden in the back and he made his way over to her. “Sorry. Had to lock up. Been waiting long?” 

Tapping the phone, she decided to text a friend of hers. She just needed a small second opinion, that was all really. Her friend seemed pretty eager to discuss it, wondering all about Molly’s relationship with Lestrade, she had a hard time identifying it because-well…well because really, they were just friends. They had only been friends for years and she had seen Greg get separated, reunited, and then divorced with his wife so she wondered if she had seen too much damage for Greg to really see anything in her.

Her friend told her she was worrying too much and harping on the past, well maybe so…but. She had to be sure. It was not even a date really, she had not meant to ask Greg out on a date but then again she kind of was. He had been her third choice for a reason because if he had said no all of her hopes would have gone crashing into flames.

However, when she heard the voice and looked up, her smile immediately appeared, “Detective-I mean. Ahem, hah! Greg! Hi, no,” She shook her head, “Not at all! I was not sure if you would make it but I haven’t been waiting at all-how are you,” She interjected herself before she went off onto bunny trails. “You look nice.”

He couldn’t help, but laugh at the barrage of cute stumbling of words he was met with as he took his seat across from her. He eyed the food of a couple next to them with slight discomfort, before returning his attention to Molly. Greg smiled serenely, feeling a weird happiness bubbling up inside of him to replace a bit of the dread. He was really not fond of odd food.

“Haha, I wouldn’t pass up on such a gracious offer.” He leaned back in his chair, his smile growing. “Well, thank you very much, I suppose. Though I just came in my work clothes, he pulled on the back of his jacket uncomfortably, before removing it and placing it on his chair. 

“You look…” He shifted. “um… very nice yourself.” Absolutely lovely, honestly. He’d never seen her wear that top, it really did wonders for her eyes and uh, other…things. He flushed a bit, before looking away with a small cough. 

“Have you ordered drinks or anything yet? What’s good in this place anyway?” 

Craving [tag; Lestrade] 

mollyhooper-221b:

It started off on a whim. Molly Hooper was craving Indian food. It was not a very common craving, so she thought maybe it would pass. But no, it was what she wanted. The problem was it was late at night, on a Thursday, which really, did not call for such a fuss, but she had wanted company. So, she had texted friends, but they declined, had texted co-workers, and had gotten nothing, so after Lestrade agreed to go with her, she was pretty giddy about it. Of course, why she was giddy, she would never say.

But hey. Indian food was involved.

So after she refreshed her appearance, aka, changed everything she had on, she headed down to a restaurant that appealed to her. Dressed in dark, tight jeans, a blue blouse, a black vest, and with her makeup done, heels clicking, and accessories on, Molly felt pretty confident. Okay, so maybe she did not compare to some of the women she saw on her way but still…confident.

Sitting in a table at the back, she had her phone on the table as she waited for Greg to arrive. She wondered if he would decline at the last second.

Greg has a suspicious small smile on during the last hour of his overtime. Anderson had made a point to point it out and Donovan had the common courtesy to compare it to Sherlock’s oh-goody-murder look, which was more than unpleasant, but he found himself caring little. He had a date. Okay, well, not really. It wasn’t actually a date. It was more like a mutual decision to eat food at a restaurant between two consenting adults, who have made no definition of a relationship that would warrant a date-, but who was really asking anyway?

He smiled none the less as he pulled on his coat and closed up his office. It’d been a very long time since he’d been out with a woman, not that was this kind of meeting, but just in case, he made a stop in the washroom to straighten his tie and check his hair. He sighed, looking down at his bland suit and equally bland tie with a shrug. 

He made his way out and headed in the direction of their chosen restaurant. To tell the truth, he was not a gigantic fan of Indian food, but there was no way he was going to divulge that fact. 

He walked  with purpose past the front tables, glancing about trying to find his mark. He smiled when he laid his eyes on her hidden in the back and he made his way over to her. “Sorry. Had to lock up. Been waiting long?” 

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Six Characters (2/6) - Greg Lestrade

Sometimes I think Molly’s lunch date she had to cancel because of Sherlock was Lestrade, and it ended up working out because about the only person who could understand, “Sherlock needed the lab, so I couldn’t come to lunch” would be Lestrade.  

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