Disclaimer: I do not own any Sherlock characters.

Hi guys! Ok so this is my first Sherlock fanfic! So excited to show you guys this one. Its been on my mind forever and I finally got it to paper! I really hope you like it and I would really like to hear some feed back on it! Thank you!

WalkersVsBiters

Things are better left unseen...

Today was not one of Molly Hopper's best days. She woke with a screaming headache and clogged up nose. She just felt like rolling over and hitting the "snooze" button, closing her eyes for a day of sleep. But Molly knew she had to go to work. Putting her best face on and pulling her hair back into a ponytail she was ready to face the day.

She said goodbye to Toby and walked out of her small flat. She took the stairs knowing her landlord haven't put any money aside to fix the elevator. When she finally made her way down to the bottom floor (Huffing and puffing because her flat was on the top) she realized she had forgotten to leave a note for her next door neighbor to feed her cat. Sighing quietly to herself, she turned back to the stairs. She was so angry that she had to go back up to her flat that she didn't even see her worst nightmare come to life. She stood frozen in place. Her eyes wide in disbelief to the man standing in front of her. His crooked little smile plastered on his face made her insides run cold.

"Did you miss me?" his sharp voice cracked through the air like a firework. Molly kept quiet waiting for the perfect moment to speak. "Come, come Molly! We have a lot to catch up on!" The man she knew once before as "Jim" from IT lead her all the way back to her small flat. She couldn't help but feel the irony of the situation as she once let him walk into her flat willingly in a moment of weakness. Moriarty seemed to see this thought in Molly's eyes and couldn't help but smirk. Toby walked around his legs glad to see a familiar face. "Well, he's grow hasn't he?" Moriarty bent down touching the top of the cats head. "What do you want?" Molly finally built the courage to say something. Moriarty abandoned his attention from Toby on to the cold stricken Molly. "What I have always wanted! To see the great Sherlock burn!" His smile could turn the most generous man into a cold hearted criminal. Molly felt her heart stop when hearing his words. How could someone be so cruel?

"I didn't see it before but you're the one that matters most to him." Moriarty's eyes now in full view of the uncomfortable women standing in front of him. "You're wasting your time! Sherlock cares nothing for me." Molly said no knowing what for the words just seemed to slips. "I never wast time! You doubt your importance to him!" Moriarty eyes her reaction.

Was it possibly true? Did she really mean something to the consulting detective? When he had asked her for help to fake his death of course she said yes. Whenever Sherlock needed something Molly would always be there. She could feel Moriarty's dark eyes on her. He was watching her think much like Sherlock would do. It was now that Molly saw the resemblance between Sherlock and Moriarty. Molly started to back track her times with Sherlock. The way they had gotten closer in last two year after the faithful day of the fall of Sherlock Holmes. The long weeks, the hard mouths, and the never ending years. Sherlock had learned to go to Molly for comfort, something Molly had come to accustomed to. The way that Sherlock would look at her, longing for assurance that everything would be okay, even when he didn't realizes it. It brought a small smile to Molly's face and blush across her cheeks. Yes, of course there were the occasional slip ups and extreme mood swings but Molly learned to live with that.

Moriarty sat studying the young women has she realized she did matter. Poor girl, trapped in something she didn't yet understand. He smiled maliciously to himself, thinking of all the ways this could turn this for the better. He didn't yet have a plan for the small pathologist but he wasn't going to let her know that. Instead he let her play the game. The sound of Moriarty creeping closer knocked Molly out of her thoughts. Molly became tense and her heart began to race. He lingered closer until Molly's small frame was pressing against the wall. Molly could feel his hot breath slowly creep down her neck and she couldn't help but think of the time she enjoyed that. Yet, the only thing there was the constant feeling of fear in her eyes and Moriarty enjoyed it. "Don't worry Molly! It won't hurt for long!" he whispered has Molly's world came crashing with pain. He pined Molly to the wall, pulling out a knife and carefully cutting in to her soft skin. Molly screamed in pain hoping someone would hear her but once Moriarty put his free hand over her mouth, Molly lost hope. Tears ran down her face has he continued with his knife work.

Moriarty finished quickly and backed off of Molly to observe his work. Molly's head filled with pain has she dropped to the ground in front of him. Molly's world quickly turned deadly as her vision turned burly from lost of blood. Her eyes closed letting her only relying on her other senses to help her. She suddenly felt arms around her and her body being lifted. She was to weak to fight back so she let Moriarty take her. Not many minutes after that Molly's world turned black.

Moriarty gently rested the girls head on the pillow and neatly tucked to her into her bed. He left the wounded arm he had just cut into hanging over the side of the mattress. He smiled at his work and took a mental picture of Molly's hurt face. Moriarty bent over the unconscious Molly and whispered something cold into her ear. "Remember this is his fault!" He then pulled out his one texting the one and only Sherlock Holmes.

Come out and play! - M