Molly met Jim from IT at the Fox. She knew she needed to break it off with him. If Sherlock said he was gay, he probably was. It was sad too because Jim seemed to be such a nice guy.

"Molly, there you are. I was wondering when you would get here."

"Jim, look, we need to talk."

"Okay. What about?"

"I don't think we should see each other anymore." Molly said. It was best to be quick and to the point.

Jim's face fell. "Oh. Was it something I did?"

"No. I just don't think we are right for each other." Molly lied.

"Okay. Well, it was nice being with you the last few weeks." Jim said.

"Yes it was."

Molly went home and fell onto her couch. Another relationship down the drain. Maybe she should give up on finding a mate and become a crazy cat lady instead. Become a spinster with lots of cats. She had a start. She had Toby.

It was a few days later when she found out that Jim from IT was Jim Moriarty the consulting criminal that was after Sherlock Holmes. Which made her choice in men that much worse. Why did she have to fall for sociopaths and psychopaths?

Molly came home from work and immediately felt the presence of someone else in the flat. She grabbed the nearest thing to use as a weapon. It was a fly swatter. Wasn't going to do much damage. The light flipped on.

"It's about time you decided to grace us with your presence. Toby and I were getting bored." Jim Moriarty said. He was sitting in her chair with Toby in his lap.

"What are you doing here? I could call Scotland Yard. I could call Sherlock." Molly was attempting to remain calm.

"But you won't. I know you won't. Do you want to know why I know? Go on, ask me how I know." Jim provoked.

Molly decided she would play along to try to keep him from killing her. "How do you know?"

"Because you enjoy this. The thrill of having a criminal in your flat. You like the fact someone is giving you attention. That's how I know."

"Are you, are you going to kill me?" Molly asked apprehensively.

"Kill you? What gives you that idea? Unless of course, you are asking me to kill you. In that case, how do you want to die? I can get creative you know." Jim said.

"I just thought you came here to kill me. What other reason would you have to come here?" Molly asked.

"There you go. Now you are asking the right questions. Why do you think I'm here? If not to kill you, why? Keep in mind if I'd wanted to kill you, I would have done it already."

"You want to kidnap me or something like that." Molly said.

"Wrong. Actually, I'm leaving you my number because I'm not finished with you Molly Hooper. Not even close. Call me." He left a card with his phone number on the coffee table.

"Why on earth would I do that?"

"You will. I know you will. Anyway, I better be off. Things to do, murders to commit, crimes to plan. I'm a busy man you know. I'll be seeing you, Molly Hooper." Jim walked out of the flat.

So there you have it. This is my first Jim/Molly story. Please leave a review.