Going up the steps of the stairwell her flat was in, Molly let out a sigh of relief as she saw her front door up ahead. It was good to be home after a weekend of having to deal with her mum pestering her about moving on from Tom. She loved her mum, she really did, but she sometimes didn’t know when to stop.
Molly reached her door, but quickly frowned when she realised the door was open slightly. She had been sure to lock up properly when she had left Friday morning, double checking both of the locks before she had left. Moving a hand up to the wooden panelling of the door, she pushed it open slightly to open up the door and peer inside.
Molly was effectively waddling down the corridors of Barts, the baby bump coming out of her front, inhibiting her ability to walk properly anymore. She was well over the halfway point of her pregnancy, but she still determinately came into work every day to do what was needed. She knew she would be bored at home if she did not work and there was the case of needing enough money to get by on during the time that she would not be working. She didn’t mind not working at all for the baby, but she didn’t want to leave her husband as the only person bringing money in if she could handle it.
Her lab coat hung off of her around her chest and arms, yet was tight around her belly which popped out so prominently from her small body. Pulling up the sleeves of her coat, she tucked them up well so they would not fall down as she worked. She pulled on a pair of gloves, moved up to the slab to begin her examination of the body in front of her, not noticing the person sitting behind her in the far corner of the room.
Molly was effectively waddling down the corridors of Barts, the baby bump coming out of her front, inhibiting her ability to walk properly anymore. She was well over the halfway point of her pregnancy, but she still determinately came into work every day to do what was needed. She knew she would be bored at home if she did not work and there was the case of needing enough money to get by on during the time that she would not be working. She didn’t mind not working at all for the baby, but she didn’t want to leave her husband as the only person bringing money in if she could handle it.
Her lab coat hung off of her around her chest and arms, yet was tight around her belly which popped out so prominently from her small body. Pulling up the sleeves of her coat, she tucked them up well so they would not fall down as she worked. She pulled on a pair of gloves, moved up to the slab to begin her examination of the body in front of her, not noticing the person sitting behind her in the far corner of the room.
Looking up when she felt someone’s eyes boring into her, Molly’s eyebrows rose up in surprise at who was looking at her. “Is there something that you wanted?”
I want to do a kind of AU where Molly has been working for Mycroft all along and has been getting paid by him to talk about Sherlock. Are there any Sherlocks or Mycrofts out there that would like to give it a try? Message me if you’d like it give it a try
My name is Molly Hooper, I'm single 
