It's Not My Area
By: CH and NH
Or NH and CH, but who even cares?
Time: After "The Hounds Of Baskerville", but before "The Reichenbach Fall"
Prologue—12 Years Before Our Story Begins
Molly Hooper was frustrated with herself for letting this happen. She sat outside on the front steps of her house with nervously shaking hands. The social worker she had called pulled into her driveway, and a man stepped out of the sleek black car.
He was here to collect her children.
Molly had been just about forced to call the services because she just couldn't handle twins without the father. They had been an accident, and she wasn't brave enough to tell him what had happened. He had unknowingly named one of them—Nox, the spell, which turns out the lights in one of his many favorites of books. Molly, however, named Carter. Carter was the place where she had first met the father- Carter's Bookstore, right next to where she worked, St. Bartholomew's.
Molly snapped out of her reminiscing as the man from the social services came up to her. He wore a suit and sunglasses, which Molly was fine with, since she figured social workers dressed "Where are the children?" He asked.
"Inside, sleeping. I'll go get them for you." She replied.
Molly went inside and retrieved young Carter and Nox. She kissed them on the forehead softly, whispered her goodbye, and took them outside to the man. The man took them from her.
"Thank you ma'am, that'll be all." He said firmly.
"And they'll be safe from harm with you guys?" She questioned.
"Of course. Goodbye, Ms. Hooper."
With that, the man strode towards his car, stepped inside with the children, and left.
Molly stared at the place where the car disappeared with her children. After awhile, she stood and went inside. That's that, she thought. And that's surprisingly all she thought. She didn't realize the man didn't show her his identification like he should. She didn't realize that the man turned the wrong way as she left. No, Molly Hooper noticed none of these things. She was too depressed and frustrated with herself for not being brave enough to tell the father about them.
The man knew this and took advantage of it.
And in his car, with the two children, Jim Moriarty smirked.