"We will be in touch, Molly. You are in good hands with Greg." He looked over to John, gave his hand a little squeeze, then stood up.

Molly stood up as well, blushing a bit more at the affection between the two. Both she and Sherlock knew that she had a crush on the detective but that it would never work. She knew she should feel jealous, and maybe a small deep part of her did a little, but honestly, she was happy for the two of them. Obviously there was something going on here, even if she wasn't sure what.

"Good luck, you guys." She gave them both a hug, then watched them leave. when they were gone, she slumped into her chair and tried to make sense of what had just happened, then she called Greg.