Molly: #1

                                    

                                          
Pairing: Molly Hooper x Reader 
Warnings: none 


                          
"Good morning, Molly!" You chirped as you walked into the morgue.
                          
Your co-worker smiled.
                          
"Good morning (y/n.)"
                          
You shook your jacket off and put your lab coat on. 
                          
"Anything good this morning?"
                          
"We just got a new corpse in a couple minutes ago! Sherlock is coming by in a bit to give it a look over."
                          
You tried not to grimace, forcing a smile in Molly's direction.
                          
You didn't have anything against Sherlock, honestly. You just weren't a fan of the way he treated Molly. Her feelings for him were evident, and you thought she deserved someone who'd treat her with a bit more respect. 
                          
"I know he's not your favorite, but he shouldn't be around for long." Molly promised.
                          
You shot her a grateful smile before starting on the mountain of paperwork at your desk. 
                          
It was a peaceful 20 minutes of busy work until Sherlock Holmes busted in with his blogging sidekick. You sighed, setting your work down and turning towards the duo as they walked in.
                          
"Hello boys." You greeted them with a tight smile.
                          
"Hi (y/n), how are you?" 
                          
"I'm well, thanks John."
                          
John was the only one of the two you actually interacted with. Sherlock rarely said a word to you, unless to ask for something. And you were fine with that.
                          
Sherlock and Molly began discussing the body, and you striked up a conversation with John about his doctors office job. Working in the medical field was the only thing you two had in common, and it was easy enough to talk about. 
                          
You heard Sherlock mention something about a date, and you immediately began listening in to him and Molly. John caught it to, and he also focused in on what the detective was going on about now.
                          
"....and new lipstick, I've never seen that shade before." The detective noted.
                          
You too had noted the new lip color. You thought it looked nice against her fair skin. 
                          
Never the less you gritted your teeth, waiting for the backhanded compliment that usually came after. But instead Molly spoke up. 
                          
"I just bought it. I thought it complimented my skin."
                          
"Yes I agree, I think–"
                          
"I don't really care what you think, Sherlock." Molly said, crossing her arms.
                          
You jaw dropped, as did John's. But inside you were cheering for her. 
                          
The detective stuttered, clearly thrown off. "I just meant–"
                          
Molly cut him off again. "I know what you meant, Sherlock. I'm not wearing it for you, I'm wearing it for someone else."
                          
Your internal celebration died and you looked to Molly, your eyes wide. Watching Molly lust after Sherlock was enough torture for you, but now there was someone else? 
                          
Your face fell, an action John didn't miss. He looked between you, Molly, and Sherlock, deep in thought. He had an idea about what was going on, but he stayed quiet.
                          
Sherlock was still blubbering about, trying to recover. "Well-that's good? W-who is it, then?" He finally managed to get out. 
                          
You held your breath, waiting to hear the name of the lucky soul Molly was trying to impress.  
                          
"None of your damn business, Holmes. Now get out of my morgue, you're annoying me."
                          
You couldn't help but crack a grin. You were really proud of her for sticking up for herself and putting that detective in his place.
                          
Few words were said as John said goodbye to you and ushered Sherlock out of the building.
The moment the two left the room you let loose a breath.
                          
"That was intense." You said, turning towards Molly.
                          
She shrugged. "It was about time he heard it." 
                          
"I agree, I'm glad you did it. So tell me about this mystery person! What are they like?" It pained you to even talk about it, but you wanted to be supportive.
                          
Molly grinned, like she knew something you didn't, then spoke. "They are wonderful! Very kind, and they have the most beautiful eyes." 
                          
You perked up a bit at the happiness in her voice. Even if Molly was with someone else, at least they were making her happy. "Oh, well Molly that's wonderful! I would love to meet them sometime."
                          
"You already have." 
                          
You frowned. "Really?"
                          
Molly nodded, coming over to stand beside you. "In fact you know them very well."
                          
You thought about it, but you weren't coming up with any names. "Are you sure, Molly? I don't really know many people besides you and the boys and Lestrade.
                          
Molly rolled her eyes, grabbing your face gently. "It's you, dummy." 
                          
Your eyes widened in shock. "Wha-what?"
                          
Molly leaned forward and kissed you. She tasted like strawberries and her lips were incredibly soft.
                          
She pulled away, smiling at the slight tinge of pink now on your lips. "You are much cuter than Sherlock Holmes." 
                          
You finally unfroze and kissed her back, wrapping your arms around her. 
                          
The two of you pulled away, out of breath. 
                          
"That lipstick looks stunning on you." You commented, a stupid grin on your face.
                          
Molly's smile matched yours. 
"It looks even better on you, love."