01. Beggining
ok. this needs to be bettaed and britpicked. I don't have betta and less of a a britpiker. But I'm posting any way because I really really need this distrasction right now.
Molly is just….Molly.
She is normal, as normal as they come. Maybe a little bit lonely and maybe, just maybe a tiny bit obsessed with Dr. Who.
As every other responsible adult, she has a routine.
Monday thru Friday she wakes up at 7am, goes to the gym from 7.30 to 8.30. Goes to work from 9 to 19 (most of days), takes a shower before going home and goes to the pub around the corner from her flat usually until 22. She is usually in bed around 23.30.
On Saturdays, if she doesn´t have the weekend rotation, she goes to the gym from 9 to 12 and then goes to the stores for groceries or just to window shopping. She usually eats a strawberry and white chocolate ice cream if the weather is nice or a white chocolate and caramel coffee if the weather is less than nice.
On Sundays Molly goes to church, out of habit, and in the afternoon she volunteers for an animal shelter. She is in charge of the cats. And she loves it.
She knows she is nothing special. And that doesn’t bother her as much as it use to when she was young.
D.I. Lestrade is a simple man. He is a cop, granted, but still he considers himself a simple man.
He is D.I. Lestrade 90% of the time. He is Greg to his mates and Gregory to his father. He once was Dad to his daughter and Love to his wife…but that was a life time ago, and he doesn´t like to think about what he no longer have.
Lestrade is a responsible adult. But he doesn´t have a routine. He is a cop after all and being a cop and a D.I. at that is an around the clock job.
He tries to make it home at least three times a week and really really tries to sleep until late on Sundays. If he is lucky enough Sundays are lazy and full of recorded matches and beer and if he is really really lucky he manages to watch a full match on direct, not recorded. When he feels like it, he goes to the pub to make idle chat to strangers and maybe to get drunk enough to get home and pass out on the sofa.
But most weeks he doesn’t make it home at all even on Sunday and he catches in paperwork and burocratic stuff during the night and Sally awakes him from the recreational room sofa with homemade coffee. The worried look and instruction to get a shower are included.
He only has two constants during his month. On and around the 15th he always takes two days. One of those days he goes to visit his father. He spends the whole day reading to him and chatting about stupid things and trying very hard not to hope for recognition in the old man eyes. The other day he goes to two different cemeteries. In one he silently place flowers over his mum tomb and if the weather is nice he sits on the grass and rests his head on the tombstone.
On the other….he doesn’t talk about the other cemetery
Lestrade meet Molly by accident, or more accurate during an accident.
A cyclist was run over a few blocks from Saint Bart’s front door. Lucky cyclist though Lestrade at the time. Unlucky him because he was a cop after all and he have a duty to perform, even if he stop being in uniform a long time ago.
So, he parked his car as close to the accident as he could, report the accident over the radio and cellphone in hand went to the accident site.
The cyclist was lying on the floor. Helmet still in place but right arm and right leg obviously broken. The cycle was stuck under the black cab and the cab driver was still in the cab holding the steering wheel and quite obviously in shock. The passenger door was open and a woman was all but running from the cab to the cyclist.
When Lestrade got close enough to the cyclist he noticed that the woman was checking for vitals and repeating under her breath the multiple wounds that she was seeing. The technical way in which she was describing to herself the wounds told Lestrade that she was a doctor or maybe a nurse. So the poor guy was in good hands. He decided to check on the Taxi driver who still was holding the steering wheel with white knuckle strength.
A block or so in direction of the hospital an ambulance was coming and in the exact opposite direction a panda was just parking.
After the cyclist was put on the ambulance, the taxi driver on the panda, pictures were taken, statement were taken and the uniforms were trying to get the traffic to flow so the taxi with the cycle still stuck under it could be move out of the way Lestrade saw a woman anything but collapsing against a wall on the sidewalk near his own car.
He run to her and notice that she was trembling. Up close he also noticed that it was the same woman that has been with the cyclist when he got to the accident site.
- Are you all right? - He asked crouching in front of her. She was sitting with her back to the wall. Her arms around her legs and her face hidden from view between her body and her knees.
- Nop. - say a tiny voice.
Lestrade sat next to her. His back to the wall. His legs stretched. No one say anything for a long time and after maybe half an hour he hear her take a deep deep breath and let it go slowly. After that she unfold herself and strechd her legs.
- Better? Asked Lestrade.
- Much. - She answered with a nervous smile.
- Good - he said. And started to get up. He offered his hand to her. - are you a medic in the hospital?.
- Nop. Not really - She answered while getting up.
- Ow. - he said confused
- I work at the hospital - she said before he could add anything else. - and I’m late for my shift. Thank you very much detective…
- Lestrade. - He said automatically passing one of his business cards. - D.I. Lestrade.
- Thank you D.I. Lestrade. - She said walking towards the main Hospital entrance.
He stood in the sidewalk watching her walk for a few minutes before shaking his head and getting in to his car.
He drove past her on his way to the parking lot.
Molly is just….Molly.
She is normal, as normal as they come. Maybe a little bit lonely and maybe, just maybe a tiny bit obsessed with Dr. Who.
As every other responsible adult, she has a routine.
Monday thru Friday she wakes up at 7am, goes to the gym from 7.30 to 8.30. Goes to work from 9 to 19 (most of days), takes a shower before going home and goes to the pub around the corner from her flat usually until 22. She is usually in bed around 23.30.
On Saturdays, if she doesn´t have the weekend rotation, she goes to the gym from 9 to 12 and then goes to the stores for groceries or just to window shopping. She usually eats a strawberry and white chocolate ice cream if the weather is nice or a white chocolate and caramel coffee if the weather is less than nice.
On Sundays Molly goes to church, out of habit, and in the afternoon she volunteers for an animal shelter. She is in charge of the cats. And she loves it.
She knows she is nothing special. And that doesn’t bother her as much as it use to when she was young.
D.I. Lestrade is a simple man. He is a cop, granted, but still he considers himself a simple man.
He is D.I. Lestrade 90% of the time. He is Greg to his mates and Gregory to his father. He once was Dad to his daughter and Love to his wife…but that was a life time ago, and he doesn´t like to think about what he no longer have.
Lestrade is a responsible adult. But he doesn´t have a routine. He is a cop after all and being a cop and a D.I. at that is an around the clock job.
He tries to make it home at least three times a week and really really tries to sleep until late on Sundays. If he is lucky enough Sundays are lazy and full of recorded matches and beer and if he is really really lucky he manages to watch a full match on direct, not recorded. When he feels like it, he goes to the pub to make idle chat to strangers and maybe to get drunk enough to get home and pass out on the sofa.
But most weeks he doesn’t make it home at all even on Sunday and he catches in paperwork and burocratic stuff during the night and Sally awakes him from the recreational room sofa with homemade coffee. The worried look and instruction to get a shower are included.
He only has two constants during his month. On and around the 15th he always takes two days. One of those days he goes to visit his father. He spends the whole day reading to him and chatting about stupid things and trying very hard not to hope for recognition in the old man eyes. The other day he goes to two different cemeteries. In one he silently place flowers over his mum tomb and if the weather is nice he sits on the grass and rests his head on the tombstone.
On the other….he doesn’t talk about the other cemetery
Lestrade meet Molly by accident, or more accurate during an accident.
A cyclist was run over a few blocks from Saint Bart’s front door. Lucky cyclist though Lestrade at the time. Unlucky him because he was a cop after all and he have a duty to perform, even if he stop being in uniform a long time ago.
So, he parked his car as close to the accident as he could, report the accident over the radio and cellphone in hand went to the accident site.
The cyclist was lying on the floor. Helmet still in place but right arm and right leg obviously broken. The cycle was stuck under the black cab and the cab driver was still in the cab holding the steering wheel and quite obviously in shock. The passenger door was open and a woman was all but running from the cab to the cyclist.
When Lestrade got close enough to the cyclist he noticed that the woman was checking for vitals and repeating under her breath the multiple wounds that she was seeing. The technical way in which she was describing to herself the wounds told Lestrade that she was a doctor or maybe a nurse. So the poor guy was in good hands. He decided to check on the Taxi driver who still was holding the steering wheel with white knuckle strength.
A block or so in direction of the hospital an ambulance was coming and in the exact opposite direction a panda was just parking.
After the cyclist was put on the ambulance, the taxi driver on the panda, pictures were taken, statement were taken and the uniforms were trying to get the traffic to flow so the taxi with the cycle still stuck under it could be move out of the way Lestrade saw a woman anything but collapsing against a wall on the sidewalk near his own car.
He run to her and notice that she was trembling. Up close he also noticed that it was the same woman that has been with the cyclist when he got to the accident site.
- Are you all right? - He asked crouching in front of her. She was sitting with her back to the wall. Her arms around her legs and her face hidden from view between her body and her knees.
- Nop. - say a tiny voice.
Lestrade sat next to her. His back to the wall. His legs stretched. No one say anything for a long time and after maybe half an hour he hear her take a deep deep breath and let it go slowly. After that she unfold herself and strechd her legs.
- Better? Asked Lestrade.
- Much. - She answered with a nervous smile.
- Good - he said. And started to get up. He offered his hand to her. - are you a medic in the hospital?.
- Nop. Not really - She answered while getting up.
- Ow. - he said confused
- I work at the hospital - she said before he could add anything else. - and I’m late for my shift. Thank you very much detective…
- Lestrade. - He said automatically passing one of his business cards. - D.I. Lestrade.
- Thank you D.I. Lestrade. - She said walking towards the main Hospital entrance.
He stood in the sidewalk watching her walk for a few minutes before shaking his head and getting in to his car.
He drove past her on his way to the parking lot.