Molly sighed and pulled the sheet off of another body, identified as Marissa Anderson, just another victim of a street mugging.
"You know, I think I killed her. On accident, of course," Recognizing the voice, Molly spun around as her eyes widened. Her heart was racing. Moriarty grinned, taking another step closer.
"You're supposed to be dead!" Molly cried, her hand instinctively gripping the scalpel on the table next to her tighter. How did he even get in here?
"So is Sherlock, but we both know where he is, don't we, Molly?"
She trembled. "I have no idea what you're insinuating." Moriarty took slow, calculated steps until he was standing in front of her, letting a light sigh out.
"Yes, you do! You helped him plan his fake death. Tell me how," his face was centimeters from hers.
"I would never," she hissed, pulling back her arm to stab the scalpel into his. Moriarty grabbed her arm and pried the scalpel from her fist, grinning.
"Impressive! Wonderful! This is going even better than I thought it would! I'll be seeing you, TaMolly!" he threw the scalpel to the ground, letting it clang, then started towards the door.
"Excuse me?"
"TaMolly! Like a tamale, the food? No? Well, I have to be off anyways. Toodles!" the door slammed shut and Molly released the breath she had been holding, leaning against the stretcher the body was on. She had forgotten that the stretcher was on wheels, for it rolled backwards and she fell onto her backside, cursing.
"Should have put those brakes on first," she muttered.
Moriarty laughed and Molly saw his face through the window on the door. He turned and walked away until she could no longer see him. Closing her eyes and pressing her palms to them, Molly sat on the floor, thinking.
Was I really about to stab him? He may be a criminal, but… still. That's not right. What was the point of coming here, anyways? What does he want with me? I was just a pawn in his game to get Sherlock. I wasn't even a target. Moriarty never had feelings for me and I never fancied him… eventually I'll believe myself.
Down the hall, Moriarty took out his mobile and dialed a familiar number.
"Hello?" the person on the other end asked.
"It's even better than I thought. She attempted to stab me without even thinking. I bet I could have her wrapped around my pinky in no time!"
"But will she go along with it if she had a part to play in Sherlock's faked death? She might be hiding him."
"By the time I'm done with Molly Hooper... well, Sherlock Holmes will be destroyed, that's for sure. Stop questioning me! I'M the boss!" Moriarty hung up and grinned to himself, putting his Union Jack baseball cap on. I'm not going to be bored for the next few months, if this all goes to plan!
I'm pretty new to the Sherlock fandom but I ship Molliarty the hardest of all the ships... not sure if I'm going to continue this so please give feedback as to whether you (the reader) would like this story to continue!
I'm currently finishing one Downton story so I can focus on the other, but since it's summer, I wouldn't mind continuing with a schedule of two stories at a time. Mostly it's during the school year that it's harder to keep two stories up.
Thanks for reading this short first chapter of what could possibly be a longer story!
