The coffee was atrocious, but Sherlock did not want to bother Molly to make another for him. She was always hovering around his work space entirely too much as it was and inviting her in would only create false pretenses for Miss Hooper. He would pour it down the sink in the adjacent lab area.
"Sherlock, can we please speak about this?" Mycroft was losing patience with his little brother. How could he blatantly ignore these threats?
"I don't think you are taking this seriously, Sherlock." John spoke Mycroft's concerns in a very direct tone. Sherlock ignored them both and exited the room. He knew exactly how serious he should be taking Moriarty, but there was nothing to be gained by being cautious. The game was on.
"I worry about him," Mycroft turned to John who was looking more frustrated than worried.
"I don't see why the two of you won't just work out whatever it is," John's brow furrowed as he motioned between the brothers. "I'm done with this for now. Going to get some air," John zipped his coat and pushed out of the door.
Mycroft turned to Molly who had been a silent presence during this entire spectacle. She smiled sweetly at him before nervously straightening the station Sherlock had been utilizing.
"I'm sure he will come around."
"I don't think so, Miss Hooper. He's convinced this is a game between him and Jim."
Molly flinched at the mention of Jim, the nice guy she had gone on three dates with. The nice guy that had turned out to be one of the most dangerous people in existence. She cleared her throat, fighting back angry tears.
"Oh but he's wrooooong," A voice sang out from the room where Sherlock had exited to. Mycroft and Molly looked up with stunned faces as Jim Moriarty strode into the room as if there were nothing out of place.
"What are you…get out of here!" Molly shouted in a trembling tone, brandishing a random piece of lab equipment as a weapon.
"Dear Molly, we had some good times. So sad they had to end," Jim shook his head with a face of mock sadness, "Oh well!"
"Explain yourself," Mycroft droned in a calm tone, gripping his umbrella handle tightly. "Did you abduct Sherlock? John?"
"Maybe," Jim teased.
"Tell me," Mycroft kept up the bored tone.
"Yeah, Okay, I did," Jim shrugged. "You see, this IS a game. I love a good game. Only, this isn't a game for Sherlock and me."
"What? What are you talking about?" Molly passed the makeshift weapon to her other hand.
"Are you ready to play, Mycroft Holmes and Molly Hooper?"