Theme Prompt - Tonight

John listened while Molly explained the handwriting similarities, a look of polite disbelief on his face. Greg sending her flowers when his divorce was just final? It didn't seem like a thing the DI would do and John decided to tell Molly exactly that.

"I don't think it's him," he started to say, taking a final sip of his pint. "Greg is a very honorable person. I don't think he'd start... courting for lack of a better word, another woman while still married. Even if he was going through divorce proceedings."

"Maybe, maybe not," Molly argued, her lips turning down into an angry pout. "The roses started out as white and progressed through many different colors. Only the one I got today meant love. The others meant friendship, caring, affection, things like that. Things that Greg didn't seem to be getting or giving his ex-wife. And the handwriting, John. It's so similar."

John stared at the note Greg had left again, comparing the writing with the note from the flower that Molly had stuffed into her pocket. He had to admit, there were definitely some letters written exactly the same. He handed both pieces of paper back to Molly with a sigh, hoping he wouldn't have to give advice. John was still having problems dealing with his feelings for Sherlock. Who was he to be giving advice on relationships to others?

"So?" Molly asked, tucking both scraps of paper away carefully. She picked up her glass, taking a deep drink and prolonging the time until John answered. Molly was almost afraid of what he would say.

"You may be right," John admitted, grimacing. "I did see him eyeing you on Christmas last year. He looked shocked to see you in that dress."

"It's my best one," Molly said softly, a small smile crossing her lips. "I'm glad someonenoticed. What do you think I should do, John? Should I ask him about it?"

John thought about it, shifting his glass in circles on the table. Greg seemed to be fairly shaken still by the divorce, much as he'd known his wife was cheating on him. But if he was reaching out to Molly, even anonymously, it might mean he was ready to move on. Perhaps had been for a while.

"That depends on where you want to take this if it is him," John temporized. "Do you like Greg?"

Molly bit her lip, wondering if she should confess this all to John. While Greg had been married, he'd been safe. Someone Molly could like from a distance, especially after the disaster with Jim. That liking had slowly deepened until Molly had wished desperately Greg wasn't married so she might have a chance.

"Yes," she murmured. "And if he's willing, I want to have a go at a relationship with him."

"Well, there you go," John said, waving a hand theatrically. He was slightly tipsy, though not enough to really impair his driving. "See if you get another flower. If you do, ask him about it."

"I think I'll do that," Molly said decisively, taking a long last drink of her beer. "Would you walk me to my car?"

"No, but I'll drive you home," John replied, smiling. "I don't want you driving."

"Thanks," Molly said, smiling back. They paid their tab and walked out, Molly's mind working through several ways of bringing the flowers up with Greg. Though, by the time she'd tumbled into bed that night, she hadn't decided on a good approach.

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Two days later, she went back into the morgue and found another flower sitting on her desk. It was white, which surprised Molly. The secret admirer had never repeated a flower color. Similar shades, yes. But not exact ones. She picked it up carefully, looking at the note attached with a snowy white ribbon.

For You, Molly

Molly smiled as she saw it, the writing now easily recognizable as Greg's. She put the flower in the old mug, placing the note against it so that she could read it every time she looked up. Pulling out the scrap of paper with Greg's number on it, Molly stared at it for several moments before making up her mind. No time like the present, right? She called the number, waiting breathlessly before Greg picked up.

"Lestrade," he said, businesslike. Molly could hear muted talking in the background and assumed he was in his office.

"Hey, Greg, are you busy?" she asked, voice a bit shrill with nervousness.

"Not at the moment, no," Greg replied and Molly could plainly hear the wariness in his voice. "What did you need, Molly?"

"I got another flower today," Molly said carefully, hoping that he wouldn't reject her outright. Hoping that's not what the flower meant. "I was wondering if maybe you could come to the hospital and look at the note with me?"

"Can you give me about half an hour?" Greg asked, scrubbing a hand over his face. His heart sank as he realized Molly might have figured out he was the one sending the flowers. "My lunch break starts then."

"Of course," Molly said brightly, layering false cheer into her tone. "See you then."

Molly hung up, busying herself with reports for the half hour until Greg got there. Her skin hummed with anticipation, her mind again whirling through different ways of how their meeting might go. When Greg knocked on the door of her office, she jumped and yelped, so absorbed was Molly in her thoughts.

"Hi," she said, turning and smiling at him.

"Hi," Greg replied, staring at the white rose in the mug on Molly's desk. "So, your secret admirer strikes again, huh?"

"I know it's you," Molly blurted out, her mouth moving without any input from her brain. She blushed when Greg's eyes whipped to hers, startlement and wariness in his. She waved at the chair in front of her desk, hoping Greg would sit and not run. He did and Molly breathed a sigh of relief.

"So, I have two questions for you," Molly said when the silence stretched between them for too long. "One, do you still care for me? And two, if yes to the first answer, do you want to go on a date tonight?"