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Note: I *love* Sherlolly yet I also have a Molly and Mycroft weakness much like my weakness towards sweets…This is my first Molly and Mycroft story and if readers like this perhaps it will not be my last. I *love* reading stories that have them getting together. I get a trill when I see new stories/parts come out and this story is*very* weird but then my writing name is moonunit so really what do you expect? I had this idea while on a dangerously low blood sugar diabetic thing (all while reading a fantastic Molly and Mycroft story) and when I got my blood sugar back to normal this idea wouldn't leave me alone so I simply had to write this. I do hope you enjoy…Mental hug~ Moonunit

Summary: This is a weird romantic tale of how Molly and Mycroft became friends and so much more. It was completely Sherlock's fault for he did ask his dear brother to keep a weathered eye on his friends and more importantly Molly…and so the story begins…

~*~PART 1~*~

'What is the meaning of it, Watson?' Said Holmes solemnly as he laid down the paper. 'What object is served by this circle of misery and violence and fear? It must tend to some end, or else our universe is ruled by chance, which is unthinkable'…

~The Cardboard Box by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

(A month after Sherlock faked his death and left London to destroy Moriarty's network)

Molly Hooper worked at St. Bart's Hospital, the morgue actually. She loved it there. She felt so comfortable and safe there. It was her second home, her first being her lovely small flat that she shared with her beloved cat Toby.

Though she sometimes thought her cat allowed her to stay with him. For as with all cat lovers everywhere accepted the sacred truth that humans never owned a cat. The cat owned the human. She, of course, happily accepted this fact. To receive that beautiful purr when she did something right was all the payment she needed.

That however was what she loved about her first home…and right now her second home…Well, she was in the part she didn't like. The hectic, crazy and very much alive part of the hospital. She didn't like the noise. The worry or the heartbreak she sometimes witnessed.

Molly especially didn't like another doctor with gloved fingers touching her. She hated hospitals. The parts of it that were not the morgue or the labs…She loved those areas. Could and have spent the whole day in those areas very happily.

No, this part of the hospital she could do without. She could especially do without creepy Doctor Kevin Martin. She never liked the man ever since their first meeting when he asked if she liked girls and if she would like to meet up with him after work…And unluckily for her all the other doctors in the emergency were busy so here she was stuck with man who's destiny it was to have her foot met his groin.

She glared over at her good friend, Greg Lestrade. She had never known him to be evil until now. He smiled back at her as if he was a perfect heavenly angel.

"Greg…" She growled.

"Molly." He said in a completely cheeky and friendly manner, reminding her that he was in no way angelic.

"I called you tonight for your help in a simple matter in how to report a mugging! I did not expect or need you to drop everything and run to my side like some silly action hero…and then you drag me back to Bart's for this!"

His shrug at her heartfelt words made her angrier. She honestly didn't think she was a violent woman but she had a strong desire to hit him.

"Molly, do you remember the second month of us working together that first time? Years ago?"

She glared even more as she slapped at Kevin. His hand didn't need to rest on her boob, it might be small but it wasn't nonexistent. "Yeah, so?"

There was a tender look on his face as he remembered the event, "You had told me about your brother. How I reminded you of him. How before he died all he ever talked about was becoming a good cop. You knew he would have been a good man. You told me that if he had lived you thought I'd be almost a clone to him."

Her anger left her as if it never existed. At least, her anger towards Greg…Kevin on the other hand…

"You are, you know. A lot like him. Seeing you, thinking about how you are like him should hurt. I know it should and I miss him…yet it's strangely a gift instead. Knowing you…Having you as a friend. It's a good thing."

Greg gave her a soft smile, "What would your brother do if you had called him with the message, 'sorry to bother you but how do I go about reporting a mugging for I've just been mugged and I'm a bit shaky and ow…that really hurt'."

She looked away to state softly, "He'd have dropped everything and ran to my side and forced me to the hospital even though I hate them!"

"You work at this hospital, Molly." Greg stated dryly.

"I work in the morgue and a totally cool lab…This is different…I swear Kevin if you touch my boob again I will seriously bruise you in your groin area!"

"T-That was a complete accident, Molly!"

"Well, it will not be an accident when I hurt you so stop testing me! I've already had a bad day, so stop it!" Molly yelled before talking in a normal tone to Greg. "I'm really alright. Seriously, the mugger didn't even get my bag. So I'm a little bruised and my arm hurts like hell—otherwise I'm good."

Greg suddenly stopped smiling and his face hardened as he studied the painful looking bruises upon the left side of her face and the even worse looking arm. It was turning an ugly red and he could still see where the strap had embedded and snaked itself around her arm.

"Yeah, we're going to talk about that." Greg stated seriously and with a slight cold edge to his tone.

"Yeah, Danny would have given me a lecture too." She muttered darkly looking over at him.

She could tell he almost smiled.

"So…What would he have said? Hmmm?" Greg asked her.

She blinked at him before looking down at her hurting arm. She sighed before saying in almost sulking way, "I should not have tried to walk home alone in the dark…Even if thousands of Londoners do so every bloody night! Nor do I live all that far away…Also, I should not have fought my mugger but honestly the purse strap wrapped itself around my arm and tightened itself like a snake each time he yanked on it. I don't see how I could not have screamed and fought back! I feel a little bad about hurting him in the groin area…Not too badly, of course…Yet, that moron should have known better than to try to steal what was not his…"

"Molly…" Greg chastised.

She winced before saying softly, "Sorry, I… I'm sorry if my actions tonight scared you… Thank you for caring, Greg."

"Always," He whispered back before kissing the side of her head, in a sweet completely innocent fashion.

She closed her eyes as she remembered the rare times Danny did the exact same thing to her. For a moment, just a moment she felt as if he was there whispering in her ear, 'You need to take better care of yourself, sis…'

"I'm giving you a ride home. No arguments from you, Molly, none at all…"

Molly suddenly heard Greg say, breaking her away from an illusion. She looked at him with a sad almost heartbroken eyes before she agreed, "No arguments."

*end of part 1*