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"Why do you want to see me for, Molls?" Jim winked at her across the table. Jim from IT looked different from his usual self, wearing a suit and all but Molly was not surprised for she knew exactly who Jim Moriarty was. Molly got her eye on him for quite some time already. In the crowded little café called Fox, other patrons were busy talking with their friends to not notice a very dangerous criminal sitting among them.

"IOU, Sherlock being mumbling that for hours now which I assumed he was thinking out loud and let's just say I'm concerned. Whatever you are going to threaten him with, he would get away with it and you would only end up getting played by Sherlock Holmes. I don't think you would like that very much so for your own sake, kill yourself because if you are still alive then how is he going to die?" Molly explained the situation to him in simple terms but Moriarty is smart, a psychopath nonetheless, and he would understand.

"Sneaky, sneaky little Molly, not so mousy after all huh?" Moriarty was shaking with laughter and even had to wipe the tears from his eyes. "Playing both sides, aren't we? Do be careful, Molls. We all knew what happened to the last one who did that." He gave her a knowing look which Molly ignored the bait. Moriarty brushed it off and exhaled a long singing sigh.

"At least I had my share of fun until you arrived! What a killjoy. Well, since I'm 'dying', grant me my last wish and tell me who you really are, Molls. Legend has it, the youngest ever Consultant for you-know-who? Our monarchy really needed to be more creative in job titles right?" Moriarty giggled at his own comment.

Molly leaned towards the table. "One piece of advice for your mentor too, stay the hell away."

"Wooo, powerful. That's just too bad. He always wanted to return to his homeland. He missed ruling the underworld here, so he says." Moriarty's expression suddenly changed to a predatory one; wolfish-like though she remained unmoved.

"Then I would be ready for him." Molly might not be able to control the future but that was one thing she would do anything to make sure of.

"Not if you are dead before he comes back, Molls." Like the ever-changing weather, Moriarty's face presently had a wide grin on it which reminded Molly of the Cheshire Cat. "It's nice meeting you, Molly Hooper but I don't think that's your real name, no." Moriarty shook his head and resembled a child in serious thought.

"More's the pity you are not on our side. We would have made an awesome team, don't you think? Time is running past way too fast for my taste. I have lots to prepare for the grand finale as you well know. Ciao!" He promptly stood up and left the café, quickly disappearing into the crowd of people.

"If that's the case, I would hold on to my last breath and drag Sherrinford Holmes back to where he belongs." Molly whispered, letting the words being swallowed up by the chatters of her surroundings.


Author's note: Sorry for the short chapter but this is me testing the waters first. Hope it's not toooo bad for you readers!