Sherlock and Molly had been going out for three weeks. He had walked into the lab one day demanding her to get her coat as they were off to a crime scene. It transpired that John had refused to go as he was spending a weekend with his girlfriend Mary. When they got to the crime scene Sherlock was surprised to see how Molly handled it. It was a fairly brutal scene with blood everywhere and he half expected her to shriek and run out, but to her credit she did not. She instead threw herself in and tried to piece together what happened, she of course took much longer but came to the same conclusion as Sherlock as to what had happened in the flat. It turned out Molly possessed some deductive power of her own. She had impressed him, which was something that came as a shock to him; most people didn't shock him as she had done. He knew she was clever, how else does one get to head pathologist at such a young age without having a few brain cells but she surpassed his expectations of her.
After the culprit was caught, thanks to a comment Molly made, Sherlock invited her out to dinner. In the last three weeks Sherlock would just turn up at Molly's house or morgue and just demand her to come with him. She didn't mind though, he always had the best dates planned.
Molly got let herself into her flat one morning after a brilliant date with Sherlock that had resulted in her staying the night. She had just managed to kick her shoes off and slump down on the sofa when she saw a note that had been placed on her coffee table. As she picked the note up she noticed that it was written in very elegant script on an expensive piece of card. The most worrying part was the writing which she recognised to be belonging to one dead, consulting criminal. 'It can't be' were the only words running through her head as she read the note.
Tut tut miss Molly, spending the night with another man. I am disappointed. – JM
Molly felt a bolt of ice shoot up through her back. She jumped up of her couch and scanned her living room then made a search on her entire flat, armed only with a TV remote. Everything was in place but he to have been here Jim had been in her flat and the idea made her sick. Her first thought was to call Sherlock but she quickly dismissed that idea, they had only been going out a number of weeks. Molly simply didn't want to trouble Sherlock with this, for all she knew it could have just been someone playing a trick on her and the writing was just forged. Instead Molly went and checked her door was locked. After being satisfied that her flat was free of murderers and was madman proof she went for a long shower and prepared herself for work.
By 12 o'clock Molly was back in the morgue working and trying to forget all about the note she found earlier. She was elbow deep in a cadaver trying to work out how a seemingly fit, healthy, young man managed to have a heart attack. Just as she began to close up she heard the sound of the door been thrown open and two sets of feet striding inside. Molly turned around expecting to see Sherlock waltzing through the doors with his coat swishing behind and john in toe but that wasn't the reality of it.
In fact she saw Jim and another man walking in purposely. Moriarty had a small smile on his face but his companions was set in concentration and determination. Together they looked a very scary pair that's to be sure. Molly jumped back at the sight of them franticly searching for any available exit possible. Her search drew a blank making her even more scared. The morgue in which she worked was on the bottom floor of the hospital and was very sparsely staffed anyway and at this time her colleagues were out for lunch leaving only her. Normally she wouldn't see anyone during her time at work so there was no chance of them being discovered. All in all she judged her situation as pretty hopeless, this man was not only Sherlock's greatest rival but also he was meant to be dead.
"Umm what are you doing here?" Molly stuttered.
"Well I just dropped in. I decided to see how you are." Replied Moriarty with a hint of amusement.
"But well it's just your dead." Continued Molly, her face beginning to glow as she tripped over her words.
"Now Molly I beg to differ." Again he said it with amusement lighting up his eyes.
Molly didn't know what to say to this he had literally stunned her into silence. It was Moriarty who first broke the silence that they were sharing.
"Ohh how rude of me, I must introduce you to my partner Sebastian Moran." Gesturing to the tall man at the other end of the room. Sebastian didn't move or even acknowledge them talking about him instead he just stood by the door looking out.
"Partner?" Molly questioned, then seeing Sebastian turn and give her a quick smirk before turning back.
"Purely business I assure you. But one thing I don't understand is the relationship that you are sharing with Sherlock. We all thought he was destined for John. What did you do to change his mind?"
"I didn't do anything, were not…" Jim just cut her off.
"…Yes you are. Spending a nights at his house, I really don't think you were solving crimes every night. Who knew you were so easy Moll's?" After another pause he continued ignoring Molly's pained expression. "What I don't understand is why you picked him over me. We are the same." Moriartys face twisted into one of bitterness as he spoke this final remark.
"Sherlock is a good man, you are not. There was never any contest, I love him." Molly said as she began to feel more confident.
Moriarty burst out laughing causing Molly to wince. He then strode right up to her until he was merely centimetres from her face. Then he spoke the words that crushed Molly.
"But he can never love you."
"Maybe one day…" Molly trailed desperate to stick up for Sherlock. Of course she knew that he would never say it and she had accepted that. But with Moriarty telling her, confirming to her what she already knew it seemed to be much, much worse.
"No Molly, never. Why would he love you? No one will ever love you." His face filled once again with delight, clearly enjoying seeing her suffer by his words.
"What do you want?" Molly spoke softly trying to change the subject and suppress her tears.
"I want you to dump Sherlock." He spoke in such a crisp stark tone and Molly couldn't help but wonder what was going on in his mind and if she had heard him right.
"What? Why?" she said in a very confused tone.
"It's time for a game Molly; Sherlock doesn't need the distraction of a girlfriend." Moriarty spat out the word 'girlfriend' as if it was a thing of disgust.
"No I can't we…" This time he held his hand up to silence her, causing all fear to flood back into her.
"You will or he will die, simple as that. You give him up or sign his death certificate, literally." He was not only making a pun out of her profession with his last comment but doing something much darker. He was indicating to her that he knew all about the faked death and her part in it, he knew all her secrets.
Molly's face was once again a mask of pure terror as Moriarty spun around on his heels and headed for the door.
"Come along Seb." That was as all Molly heard as he disappeared through the door. She had all but forgotten the other man during her conversation with Jim.
She didn't notice the other man leave; all she noticed was the rain outside beginning to pound against the windows and the pain in her chest that was her own heartache, as she slipped down onto the floor crying.
Her head swimming with his words, 'No Molly never. Why would he love you? No one will ever love you.' This was something that Molly had being trying to fight against ever since she was young, her mum had left her and her father when she was just 6 then her father died when she was 14. Molly only had one friend as everyone found her to strange and with her morbid sense of humour people generally ran in the opposite direction. It was love and friendship that Molly had always wanted but now just as she was beginning to find it she was being forced to give it up. Sherlock may never love her and he may always put John and a case above her but at least she felt like she belonged for the first time in such a long time.
After a number of hours of undisturbed crying Molly glanced at the clock seeing that it was the end of her shift. Molly didn't have the energy to get up and go home so instead she carried on sitting there and crying thinking of the possible futures that she now never would have.
Ok so that is it for now I shall have the next chapter up as soon as I can but school is starting on Thursday and I still have nothing ready for it. Umm in the next chapter we will see the break-up awwww sad times :(
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Anyways I would love it if you were to review tell me if you like it and if I should bother carrying it on. Thanking you :) – Kat.