It wasn't an act, not really. Okay, so maybe it was partially an act but mostly it was just him. Well 'him' minus a few attributes….. a few controversial personal habits. What would annoy and rankle is the realisation that not only did he hide in plain sight but that she did too. It was utterly delicious when you could take advantage of another's pride and use it against them, especially if they had it coming.

Sherlock, Oh Sherlock! You noticed, you saw, you ignored and here I am the innocuous cipher, 'Jim from IT' parachuted in by fate to save the day. He did feel sometimes that she might look back on this and see him heroically. He was after all the man who awakened her from her long slumber… her ludicrous crush on Sherlock Holmes. I mean, the man looked positively startling, his face was like an exclamation point, constantly searching, deducing, REASONING-an incessant, and if Jim was honest with himself, highly amusing need to understand why people did what they do.

There was something not quite right about Jim. He was a little funny… a little off. For instance last evening he had come over to watch, Glee and Mad Men, while she made dinner. She had just put the kettle on and while slicing up a surprisingly dense almond frangipane the knife slipped and she cut her finger. Swearing loudly her finger immediately went into her mouth and as though he had been waiting in the doorway there was Jim. Surrounding her, enveloping her in his arms and initially it was nice, a comfort, but then she saw his face, his eyes really. Jim's eyes always gave him away. He was mocking her, enjoying her pain and discomfort and he wanted to be as close to it as possible, he wanted to be right up next to it. He wanted to taste it. So Molly then made a rash decision one that surprised her, she decided to grant Jim his wish. She kissed him.

Well he hadn't been expecting that! She was practically going off beneath his fingertips, all that blood pumping, her fast beating pulse, anxiously inhaled breaths.. and tongue… Molly Hooper had just stuck her tongue right down his throat. This wasn't an ask this was a demand and maybe just maybe she was punishing him. When the kiss ended the hard look in her eyes told him all he needed to know. They understood each other. The rouse was off. She had bled on his hand, he lifted this to his mouth lightly tracing the blood on his lips, a flash of pink as his tongue darted out. Just the once so quickly she thought she might have imagined it. Then a quirked eyebrow and a truly chilling smirk and 'Jim' left out of the room, out of her flat into the night. He didn't even bother closing the door.