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Terribly sorry I haven’t been on much these days; schoolwork and college life and doctor’s appointments have been piling up on my like no one’s business :P

I’m still on here as much as possible, so please message and talk to poor Molly! :)

Oh dear! I’m so sorry I haven’t on as much!!

There’s new residents at St. Barts, and I’ve been busy helping them get acquainted with how things work in the morgue. Some of them aren’t good for this line of work, though. I’ve had a few of them pass out the moment I brought out a body to demonstrate an autopsy. I know they mean well, but I’m running out of smelling salts.

I’m still worried. I won’t say about what. I don’t need people yelling at me again, even if it is over the internet.

I’ll try to be on here more!! Promise!!

Toby says hello, everyone!

-Molly

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Molly sat at the bar, grateful to have a nice stress free reason to go out. With everything that had…

He paused and took a sip of his own pint; well, less a sip, more a gulp. Thank god for that; it felt like it had been the longest day of his life. He risked a look around the bar, but nobody looked like they worked for the government. He sighed.

“It’s alright,” he said, shrugging. “Keeping busy. The paperwork keeps piling up, of course. I imagine it’s much the same whatever reason you’re filling in the forms. What about you?” He drew a circle in the head of his beer and looked over at Molly, smiling. She was a nice girl, this one. Sweet.

He’d never understand why she did what she did, but it was nice to think there’d be someone this good to look after him when he finally kicked the bucket, anyway.

“It’s been the same for me. There’s really been so much paper work these days. There’s been a few new residents in the hospital, too, so I’ve been having to help them out now and then.”

Molly started to take another sip and stopped herself, deciding to save it for later in the night. After the usual work related chit-chat was out of the way. It was usually over quickly; if they stopped to think about it too much, the nature of their jobs would catch up to them.

“Did I mention, I got a cat a while ago? His name’s Toby, he’s a sweet guy.”

Molly hopes the admission of owning a cat doesn’t make her seem more lonely than she really is or wants to be. But it got them away from thinking about their work, and that was really fine with her.

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Molly Hooper’s Tumblr life: @Lestrade

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Molly sat at the bar, grateful to have a nice stress free reason to go out. With everything that had been going on lately, she really needed a fun night, even if it was a quiet sort of fun.

She sat and…

His wife? God, it really had been a while since they’d spoken. Greg managed half a smile.

“Delilah? Oh, yeah. She’s fine.” Probably. She’d have to be answering any of his calls for him to confirm that, but he doubted Molly was going to contradict him, unless she’d unexpectedly become very close friends with his wife. And anyway, she was always fine. Especially when Greg wasn’t. “Busy, you know, with Penny and everything,” he added, shrugging.

He pulled off his sodden coat and draped it over the back of the chair, smiling warmly. “And I reckon I’ll be needing a pint before I’m able to face work-related chatter. What are you drinking? I’ll get a round in.”

Molly smiled politely, Glad to hear that Lestrade’s life was going well. She nodded understandingly as he spoke.

“I’ve just got a light cocktail. I’ve got work tomorrow so I can’t really drink much.”

She takes a very slight sip, intending to have this be her only drink for the night and making sure that it lasted.

She waited until Lestrade had gotten himself a pint of something quite a bit stronger to start the conversation. She knew how it was, in certain lines of work, the sort of need to constantly remain in a certain state of mind. It can take it’s toll on the mind if never really taken care of.

That’s where little nights of fun came into play. 

“How’s work been going? Any new cases?”

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Molly sat at the bar, grateful to have a nice stress free reason to go out. With everything that had been going on lately, she really needed a fun night, even if it was a quiet sort of fun.

She sat and waited, a little early as she always was. She glanced at the door again. She didn’t know…

Greg came straight from the office, head bent and coat over his head; the day had been long, although not hugely eventful, and he was looking forward to a pint. They’d agreed on a bar halfway between NSY and St Bart’s, and Greg had opted for walking rather than taking the tube. Halfway there, the heavens had opened, and it was now pissing it down. Bloody brilliant. He trudged his way through the crowds and darted into the warmth of the pub.

Lowering his coat, he saw Molly sat at a low table, waving at him. He grinned, shook the water drops from his hair, and came over. “Hello, Hooper,” he said, offering a hand to shake. “Nice to see you again. Lovely weather for ducks, eh?”

Molly laughed politely. “Nice to see you too, Lestrade.”

Molly hadn’t know it was meant to rain today, or else she would have warned him in advance. It must be a near storm, considering how absolutely drenched he was.

“How’s working going? Oh, and how’s your wife?” 

Molly sat at the bar, grateful to have a nice stress free reason to go out. With everything that had been going on lately, she really needed a fun night, even if it was a quiet sort of fun.

She sat and waited, a little early as she always was. She glanced at the door again. She didn’t know Lestrade very well, having spoken to him a few times during work, when Sherlock had brought the police around to the morgue for a case.

Still, he seemed nice enough. If nothing else, she’d have a little more to say to him than “Hello” when he popped in.

Molly glanced at the door again and she saw Lestrade walk in this time. She waved to  him to get his attention.

I’m doing morning shifts in the morgue now so I won’t be on here as often as I used to be. Still, you’re all welcome to message me. I really like meeting new people :)

Jim’s gotten into contact with me and it turns out he’ll be okay. I still want to see him for myself, though. I don’t care what anyone has to say anymore!! Jim is a sweet great guy. No one, not even Sherlock, can change my mind.

Stay happy, everyone :)

I took a double shift at the morgue today to keep my mind busy. I think poor Toby missed me because he ran right to me when I came home. Poor kitty.

I;m still worried about Jim. He’s told me he’s okay, but I still want to see him to be sure. 

So many things have been happening lately and I’m a bit overwhelmed by it all. This is too much for me and I want it to calm down and for life to be okay again.

Jim is in the hospital now. Please get better soon, Jim. 

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NOTE: I am not responsible for the tears you will shed watching this, proceed at your own risk 

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