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It seemed like a good idea. That's how she presented the idea to Lee, anyway, when she first asked if he'd want to go with her to the annual holiday party for the mayor's staff and other City Hall employees. She'd have been going by herself otherwise, and though it's not really like she'd have had a problem with that, this way, she can introduce him to some of the people she knows, ones it might be useful for him to have met if he keeps moving forward with trying to get representation for people not from Darrow. Besides, she thinks a lot of them will want to meet the person who helped her try to keep everything afloat during the week and a half no one can account for, when just about everyone was gone, and God knows she could use some good company to get her through the night. She works day in and day out with these people, and she likes most of them well enough, but she really doesn't want to spend an entire fucking party doing her job.

So it's mutually beneficial, at least as far as she tell, and that's the important part. It isn't, however, why she puts so much effort into it, and neither is the prospect of being around her coworkers all night. They've seen her at her worst, so while she'd want to look nice regardless, she wouldn't necessarily see the need to go all out. Molly isn't entirely sure why she did, but she's glad for it. She's wearing something more revealing than she has in almost a fucking year and a half, and no matter how nerve-wracking that is, it's relieving, too, a step forward in its own right. For that alone, she's sure it'll be worth it, even if she's pretty sure that, heavy coat or not, she's going to freeze by the time she gets back to her building. At least, if the past couple months are any indication, she'll have a pretty damn good way of warming up again after. That is, if she can manage to keep a couple of her friends away from her plus one.

For now, keeping warm isn't a concern, anyway. It's warm enough inside, her hair falling in soft curls over her bare shoulders as she sips at a glass of champagne. The party will start winding down pretty soon, she thinks, but few have left yet, drinks are continuing to be served, and several people are still on the dance floor, and she isn't too eager to leave quite yet. The only thing she is in a hurry for is to get back to Lee, after having been dragged away for a work-related conversation far too serious for this setting. Making her way back to his side again, she smiles brightly. "Hi," she says. "Sorry about that. You weren't too bored without me, were you?"

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"Good idea," Lee replies, and without thinking, he does lean in ti press a kiss to her cheek. Maybe it's not the best idea, considering that they're still in front of City Hall, and considering Molly's coworkers were giving her a hard time even without seeing something like that, but it'd hard to resist.

"Think it's too cold to walk it? I could try to get a cab."

Though they might end up waiting longer for a cab than it'll take to walk the couple of blocks to High Gate Terrace.

"Might be worth a shot," Molly says, and steals a brief glance over her shoulder towards the door to make sure no one she knows is leaving the party just yet. It's not like, whatever any of this means, it really ought to matter all that much if anyone sees them, but having it commented on isn't something she wants to deal with yet, given that it already has been tonight. Secrecy isn't the point, she thinks, so much as wanting to get this right, to not have anything or anyone else interfere. The coast is clear, though, and so, curling her hands in the front of his coat, she gives in and pulls him closer to kiss, albeit briefly. "Maybe we see if we can get one quickly? If we have to wait too long, it won't be worth it."

Granted, she's not thrilled about the idea of walking back to their building in high heels, but she'd still rather that than wait around for ages for a cab to take them only a few blocks.

"Okay," Lee says, and manages to pull away, in the moment, even if he'd rather not, "Just... hold on a minute."

He leaves Molly where she stands to take a few steps closer to the curb where he potentially can be seen by a passing cab. Sometimes, it strikes him just how strange it is to do something so normal on a night like this, and just how long it's been since he flagged down a cab. If he were by himself, Lee might have just walked the few blocks back to his apartment, but he doesn't think Molly particularly wants to walk in the cold.

Fortunately, it's not long before one stops— the driver's probably aware that there's a party happening at City Hall tonight— and Lee waves Molly over as he opens the door.

It's admittedly a bit of a relief when it doesn't take long for a cab to pull up in front of the building. Molly feels a little ridiculous for it, when she walks to and from work every day, but it's different when she's wearing high heels and a dress this short. What's usually an easy trip of just a few blocks would be a lot more difficult this way, and she would rather avoid getting back to their building shivering and with sore feet if she can help it. For once, her plans don't include jumping Lee as soon as she possibly can — there's something she has to do first — but it would still be needlessly annoying.

Hurrying to the curb, she shoots Lee a grin when she's reached him. "Thanks," she says, then slides into the backseat of the cab, telling the driver where they're headed as she reaches into her purse for her wallet. Since she's the one more in need of a ride, she thinks it's only right that she cover it, and a couple of blocks should cost hardly anything anyway.

Lee slides into the back seat next to her, shutting the door behind him, and it's not but another moment before they're off.

"And so begins the shortest cab ride in Darrow history," Lee leans over to say, quietly in Molly's ear. It's not that he thinks the cab driver's going to have a problem with it, though. A fare's a fare, even if could probably be spending his time right now ferrying someone who'll end up giving him a little more money.

Molly has to bite her lip to hold back a laugh at that, though she's not so sure she really needs to. They'll be out of here in a matter of moments, and she's not so concerned with what the driver thinks of their taking a cab just to go a few blocks. There's no way they're the first people to wind up in a situation like this, and they're still paying like anybody else would. If he does think it's ridiculous of the two of them, it doesn't really matter to her. Either way, they have a ride.

"Mm, probably for the best," she replies, just as quiet in turn. "Otherwise..." Hand on his arm, she closes the distance between them, kissing him the way she couldn't when they were outside City Hall. It's still relatively short-lived, mostly because they'll be outside their building before very long at all, but it's more intent, not just a moment's whim. "There'd be a lot more of this happening." She grins. "God, I've been wanting to do that all night."

"In the future, my vote is frak what your coworkers think. For the record," Lee replies, and doesn't move to put any distance between them again after they've parted. He leans in to kiss her again, in fact, even though the cab is already beginning to come to a stop in front of their apartment building.

He understands Molly's reservations when it comes to being open about whatever it is the two of them are doing here, but after having to hide and sneak around because of military protocol or other factors in the past, for once, he's glad to start something without feeling like he has to keep it a secret.

"Mm, good to know. For those future parties," Molly replies, keeping close for a moment, smiling against his mouth. She doesn't add that, though they certainly played a part, it wasn't just because of her coworkers that she hadn't wanted to do anything like this at the party. While she's had a few more typical relationships, the majority of her experience has been with guys who were either married or wanted things kept quiet for other reasons, and she wasn't going to assume that, just because they've been sleeping together regularly, he would've wanted anyone else to be aware of something going on between them. Hell, until tonight, she hadn't really been sure that he was interested in anything other than what they've been doing.

That being the case, it feels surprisingly good to hear him say something like that, enough that she nearly kisses him again for it. The cab driver clears his throat, though, and she reluctantly pulls away, paying the driver, a nice tip included, once he's given the total. "Come on," she says to Lee, sticking her wallet back in her purse. "Let's get inside."

"You know, I would have paid for that," Lee tells her, once they're both out of the cab and he's holding the door to High Gate Terrace open for her.

He knows that he's not exactly rolling in the cubits, in Darrow. Molly's job pays a hell of a lot more than his non-job at the public defender's office, and it's going to be a year or two before he's actually able to find any kind of employment. He would have offered though, either way. Especially because their cab ride of just a few blocks isn't about to bankrupt him.

"It's fine," Molly says with a shrug, instinctively shooting him a grin as she steps past him into the building, glancing over as she makes her way towards the elevator. "I'm the one who really needed a ride. Those few blocks in these shoes would not have been fun." As it is, she's looking forward to getting out of them anyway — among other things, though the rest of what she's wearing is slightly lower priority. Pressing the button for the elevator, she tugs at his tie after turning to face him, standing close, like now that he's effectively told her it's alright, there's nothing to stop her. "You can get the next one."

"Right. The next time we go to a party at City Hall, the cab's on me," Lee jokes, though they both know it's not really a regular occurrence. He'd go again, if she asked, but he doesn't think there'll be anything like tonight any time soon.

Molly's pulled his tie and moved in closer to him, and even though the elevator will probably make its way to the main floor pretty quickly, Lee figures he has enough time to spare to close the distance between the two of them to kiss her again.

"So what holiday comes next?" he asks her after a moment, once he's pulled away.

"Uh, I think after New Year's, it's... Shit, Mardi Gras, maybe?" Molly replies with a laugh, nose wrinkling a little as she leans into him, grateful that the lie comes easily, that she doesn't have to stop and give it too much thought. She doesn't actually know what day Mardi Gras falls on this year, but she thinks it's pretty safe to guess that Valentine's Day is before it, and there's no way in hell she's mentioning that. Given everything that's happened tonight, between her coworkers questioning him and Lee inviting her to that party, it would be way too weird once she started to explain it, and almost certainly give him the wrong idea about what her expectations are here, even if all she'd have been doing is answering a question. This works better for now.

Behind her, the elevator bell dings and the doors slide open, and she steps backwards into it, pulling Lee along with her as she does. "Why, are you planning ahead already?"

"If I've got to get myself ready for another one of those at City Hall, I want to be prepared for it," Lee replies, following Molly into the elevator, and really wishing that he'd paid more attention to events there last year. But he'd been busy with other things a year ago, without much reason to pay attention to events in City Hall. These days, he's there almost as often as he is at the law school.

"Maybe I won't be caught off guard by your coworkers next time."

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"Oh, and what happened to, I believe your exact words were, frak what your coworkers think?" Molly asks, teasing, unable to help letting out a laugh against his mouth as she speaks. Really, she probably should stop kissing him soon, if she wants to actually be able to give him his gift before they wind up in bed, but as the doors shut behind them and she reaches over to press the button for his floor, she can't see the harm in continuing to do so for now. It's infinitely preferable to wondering what not being caught off guard would involve, what he'd have to say about it if asked again, or what it means that he's thinking about going to other work events with her. "How much warning do you think you'll need? I can let you know ahead of time, if it helps."

"Enough to at least come up with a preliminary plan of attack," Lee says, as though they're talking about planning an op or preparing a case. There's something to be said, though, for preparation. Even when it's with something as commonplace as Molly's coworkers deciding to interrogate him when he least expects it.

With the elevator doors closed and Molly already close, Lee can't help but to wrap his arm around her waist, pulling her in closer, and almost flush, against him.

"Should we have some kind of strategy session beforehand? Really get our stories straight?" Molly asks, and though it's not like they have a long ride up to the fifth floor, she doesn't need any more encouragement than that to let him draw her closer, draping her arms around his neck. She likewise doesn't care that it probably ought to be more simple than they're making it sound. Just because he's invited her to some party with him, after all, doesn't mean that it's a date, or that her friends were right about what they are to each other, and even if they were, that doesn't mean it has to be anyone else's business. Whatever they're doing is fine by her. She's not going to put him on the spot to define it now. "I mean, I wouldn't want to accidentally interfere with your plan."

"I'll have your people call my people. We'll have a sit-down, hash out the details," Lee replies, and it's all language he's heard lawyers in Darrow use, mostly, but it works for his purposes right now. Besides, it's not like either of them are serious about needing to get their stories straight. As much as Lee is starting to wonder where things might be going between them.

"Okay, counselor," Molly teases, punctuating her response with another kiss, though this one is brief, if only because the elevator doors open before she can do anything more than that. It's almost disappointing, since it means having to pull away, but at least it puts them that much closer to being back at his place. At this point, she's pretty sure that, if she doesn't give him his gift soon, then she'll probably wind up not doing it, which is stupid when it's not really that significant anyway. "Now come on. I believe I was promised another drink."

"I think there's still a little while before anyone calls me counselor," Lee says, as they exit the elevator, a grin still on his face as he starts to search the pockets of his coat for his apartment keys. He's starting to wonder if maybe he should just give Molly one. Not for moments like this, but for all the times when she ends up at his apartment instead of her own.

"And did I promise that? I don't remember promising that." he jokes.

"Okay, maybe you didn't promise," Molly allows, glancing over at him as they walk, "but you didn't seem to object to the idea, so, I mean, it was kind of implied." It's not really something she's concerned about either way, whether or not she gets another drink out of the deal. Whatever she might have said at the party, it's not what she came back here for. If anything, she wouldn't be surprised if they get sidetracked before that can happen. "And, hey, you can always start getting used to it early."

"Yeah. Okay, I'll start working on it," Lee says, and he fishes the keys out of his pocket and unlocks the door, then steps in to hold it open for Molly. It's a long way off, and to be honest, even after all of this time, he still feels like he's getting used to it sometimes.

"I'm sure they'd get a kick out of it down at the Public Defender's Office."

"Well, why wouldn't they?" Molly asks, teasing, shooting him a grin as she steps into the apartment, sliding her heels off just to the side of the door. After spending most of the night on her feet, it's kind of a relief to be out of them, and it shows. They'd have only gotten in her way before too long, anyway, even if she's not in as much of a hurry to get undressed as she would have been under other circumstances. "I mean, it's only a matter of time."

Lee closes the door behind them and comes out of his coat, turning to hang it up in the closet. It's still odd to him that Molly would be so confident in all that, if only because it's something that Lee had to fall into, in Darrow. It's like the Fleet in that way. Not that he wishes he hadn't started on this path, or that he has plans to course correct, but it reminds him of a time when being a pilot, being Galactica's CAG was the only real option.

He'd jumped back in a Viper just before Darrow, and that's difficult to forget.

"Maybe it's better if we don't get ahead of ourselves," he says, holding out a hand to take Molly's coat too. He doesn't know if she's just stopping off before heading home, but he figures he should hang it up anyway.

Maybe he only means it in this specific context, about this one thing, but Molly can't help but agree with the sentiment even so. It's what she's been telling herself all night, for longer than that, even. They have a good thing here, one of the best things she's had going for her in a long time, and there's no reason to surge ahead and act like it's more than it is. Hearing him say that is a good reminder, a much-needed one, considering what she's about to do. She really doesn't want to put this off any longer, though. Chances are, she'll lose her nerve if she does.

"Well, shit, I hope this doesn't count as getting ahead of ourselves," she says with a laugh, once she's slipped her coat off and handed it to him. Her smile grows a little softer anyway as she reaches into her purse, taking out the carefully wrapped gift she's been carrying around in it. "I, uh, I have something for you. And before you say anything... Christmas might not be a thing for you, but it is for me, and I was out shopping already when I found this, so..." It’s not even close to the truth. She’d gone out of her way to hunt down a nice copy, a leather-bound, hardback edition of an old book on Darrow government, but his reaction to the book itself isn’t what she’s most concerned about. It’s the message on the inside, written in careful print.

Lee,
 I know you don’t really celebrate Christmas, but — I saw this and thought of you. Figured you could use it one day, when we finally do make some kind of a difference in this place.

Following that, there’s a lopsided heart and her name, scrawled. Originally, she’d intended to leave it at that, but after a good deal of debating whether or not she should, she’d added one more sentence.

Thanks for being there when I needed you.

Lee takes the small, wrapped package from Molly, looking at her incredulously amused. Of course, he knows about the impending holiday, but it's still a new one for him, and he hadn't thought to get her anything. He feels guilty for it now, because it has nothing to do with how he thinks of Molly these days and doesn't want it to seem that way.

"You really didn't have to," Lee says, even though Molly's said that she was already out shopping. He still feels like he's gone into tonight empty handed.

"Not that I think it's getting ahead of ourselves, but..."