Disclaimer: I own nothing of Sherlock BBC.
Ever had the feeling that things happened so quickly, you did not even have the time to react? Ask Molly Hooper because she was currently experiencing it. Not only did the pathologist not react to how the two men-in-black held each of her arms and quite positively dragged her into the car waiting by the curb, Molly's mind was so blank that she did not feel scared at the situation.
What things people would say to their kidnappers in real life, the pathologist wondered. "The three of you," Molly included the driver too, "needed money urgently? That's why you kidnap people? Unfortunately, I'm probably the last person you should ever kidnap because I'm no one important, it would take days before anyone realised I'm missing and I don't have family or friends close enough to want to pay ransom or rich enough to do so. Sorry." And she actually sounded apologetic. "So maybe you could just drop me off here? I'm sure I could find my way home..."
Her request was of course ignored so Molly had no choice but to sit obediently wedged between her two abductors throughout the rest of the ride. The car stopped at a deserted warehouse, how cliché, Molly thought to herself as she moved wearily with one of her captors leading the way while the other two walked behind the pathologist, cutting off any possible route of escape for their captive. A man leaning on his umbrella soon appeared within Molly's sight and a light even shone on him for enhanced dramatic effect.
The pathologist swallowed the bubble of laughter. Was that supposed to frighten her? It reminded Molly of a play she once watched in the West End where the ticket was from her boss as a birthday present two years ago. She fell asleep during the play but at least the seat was comfy.
"Molly Hooper?" She squinted at what she thought was the leader of this criminal ring. "Graduated as top student and became the youngest pathologist in the history of St. Bart's…" Stepping out of the light, Molly could see the man more clearly now. Wearing a three-piece suit and carrying a pocket watch, he looked like a Victorian gentleman. Perhaps she was developing Stockholm syndrome but Molly found that man sexy despite their supposed age gap. "I shall just come straight to the point. What is your relationship to Sherlock Holmes?"
It was as if all of Molly's questions were answered by that single question. "You are Mycroft Holmes, Sherlock's brother, aren't you? I could see the similarities between you two. He warned me about you, that you would kidnap me sooner or later after seeing how close we became at work and being the British Government, you are a very dangerous man."
"I am, Miss Hooper." Mycroft tilted his head and answered confidently.
"Hmm, maybe but one thing's for sure, you care about your brother very much and he you too but the both of you do not know the appropriate way to show your concern for one another." Molly shook her head at the British Government.
"Anyway, this is where you would offer me money in exchange for information about Sherlock right? I'm sure you know my bank account number and on behalf of the orphanage, nursing home and animal shelter, I thank you for your generous donations. Next time you want to ask after your brother's wellbeing, call me instead and we could meet up at a more, err, populated space. I could even bring you cookies, muffins or cakes, whatever you like. I heard from Sherlock that you have a sweet tooth." The pathologist gave a shy smile at her offer.
"And also the fact that I'm fat. " Mycroft added mockingly.
"…Yeah, that too." Molly admitted sheepishly. "It's getting late and tomorrow morning I need to go to work so if you could ask your men to send me back to where they picked me up because I have absolutely no idea where I am now." They might only met for about fifteen minutes but the pathologist believed that she had already developed a small crush on Sherlock's brother and was trying very hard not to hyperventilate at this knowledge.
"Of course and accept my sincere apologies if you were afraid at any point of time as a result of our 'talk', Miss Hooper." At the British Government's words, the three men re-emerged from behind the wooden crates and Molly choked back a laugh. "Don't worry, I was not and since we had properly introduced ourselves, I think we could call each other by our given names from now on? Good night, Mycroft." She was definitely looking towards her second 'kidnapping'.
"Good night, Molly." The pathologist was by far the most interesting person Mycroft Holmes ever kidnapped and that said a lot about her because let's not forget, the British Government had kidnapped a lot of people before Molly Hooper.
Author's note: I'm back! (who was I lying to? I don't think I ever left). The past few weeks I was busy working on Sherlolly so for my next story I decided to do Mollcroft :D