A/N: I probably have no business starting another multi-fic as I already have 2 others in progress but I'm going to anyway. Sorry about the vague-ish summary. I kind of know where it will go but characters tend to do their own thing once I start writing.

I hope you enjoy it anyway :)

Molly had been walking back to her office to find her pen when the monitor lit up on it's own to show a face she hoped never to see. His disoriented voice repeated the same words over, and over again.

Did you miss me?

Did you miss me?

Did you miss me?

"I think I look better in person, right Molls?" A sing-song voice asked behind her. Her stomach lurched she turned around to face the world's only consulting criminal. Words had failed her when she looked at the dangerous man. She had only known him as Jim from IT, not mastermind criminal, and so she wasn't sure how to react.

"I know I'm handsome Molly, but geez you're a bit star struck."

Moriarty looked down at himself. "Hm. Must be the suit. Sorry Molls but I'm on official revenge business so it'll have to do."

"What do you want?" she asked, reaching slowly into her pocket to call someone.

He grasped his chest in dramatic shock. "Is that how you greet an ex-boyfriend? Not so mousy are we now."

"You were never my boyfriend" she snapped, wincing immediately when she remembered whom she was talking to.

Moriarty's eyed he with amusement. "Oh, come on Molly, it's me! Jim from IT! I'd never kill you." He scrunched up his face uncertainly, "I think."

"You're also a murderous psychopath named Jim Moriarty" she replied more cautiously. Her heart thundered in her chest as she tried to discreetly redial a number.

"Mmm yes, and no. You see, that was more my brother than me; we did this kind of tag character play, but I digress. Aaaand I see you're not paying attention." He finished with a pout on his face. He had caught on to what she was trying to do.

"Oh, come on Molly, you're much smarter than you let on. I know you understand this whole cornered-damsel dynamic," he said as he reached politely for her to hand over the phone. Her heart sank as she passed her only form of communication to him.

Moriarty looked down at the screen with a puzzled look. "Greg? Oh," he said, comprehension dawning on his face. "The DI fellow with the first name Sherlock never remembers. And here I thought you would call Sherlock. Oh no wait, you did before."

He looked up to grin at her. "Didn't he get exiled today?"

Molly shut her eyes briefly at that. It was true that she had impulsively called the consulting detective the moment she got her hands on her phone but had quickly tried it to call the only other person that could help.

"So," he began cheerfully, "You don't seem surprised that you might have been dating two different people." Molly wasn't sure what to make of his friendly demeanor but decided to go along with it.

"Nothing beats the 'dating a criminal mastermind' part." She didn't know how long she had before changed and so chose to work on her next best option, figuring out how to get away from him.

"If it makes you feel better, I was the one who watched Glee with you" Moriarty turned around to play with the test tubes. "Dreadfully dull if I might add. I might have saved you an early death at the hands of my brother for that." He looked back at her in time to see her observing their surroundings and sighed dejectedly.

"Fine. If you really want me to speed this all up." He snapped his fingers behind to alert a man Molly hadn't noticed until then.

Everything in her was screaming to run away now, but something told her it would do more harm than good to her in her situation.

God, she hoped Greg would have the sense to call back her. Molly couldn't help but back slightly away from the fast approaching stranger. His menacing presence was ringing warning bells in her head and it took everything in her to ask her question calmly.

"What are you trying to do?"

"Test a theory," he replied brightly. The man grabbed a tight hold on Molly as Moriarty walked up closer to her. "And prove a point." He drew out a switch blade from his pocket, examining the blade before pointing it towards her.

"Sorry dear, this might hurt just a tinsy bit."