Charles Augustus Magnussen...That rings a bell, Molly thought as she sat in the back seat of a taxi, catching a glimpse of the morning paper from a stall on the street outside. She looked at his long stern face on the front of the newspaper, his silver spectacles and grey cold eyes. He didn't seem like a particularly nice character. He had been in the papers and on the news for weeks, Molly remembered, he owned some big league newspaper. Molly yawned quietly as the cab turned a corner down onto Newgate street, she hadn't really had time to catch up on the news, she had been very busy. She took out a few paracetamol from her handbag and knocked them back. She had a pounding headache and had little sleep the night before, her eyes were heavy with fatigue, she rubbed them in a failed attempt to wake herself up, but it made her want to close them and huddle up on the back seats of the cab and sleep for days instead. She checked her watch, it was almost 8am, she was usually fine with early mornings, but today was a rare exception, Molly had spent the night out with friends, ringing in the new year in style! Or so she thought, in reality ended up spending most of the night throwing up. It was about three by the time she got home and went to bed. She caught a glimpse of herself in the cab's side mirror, she looked ghastly, with large bags under her eyes and her hair piled quite untidily in a loose ponytail, she looked away quickly, grimacing from her reflection.

The cab pulled up at St Bart's a few moments later, Molly slid out of the back seat, almost forgetting to pay the cabbie. "Happy new year" He grunted as he took the money. Molly nodded and looked up at the cold, grey building. Full with patients and doctors. Molly had worked all christmas in Bart's, which made her feel more alone than usual, as everyone else was celebrating and relaxing, she was examining bodies and writing reports, just as she does on every other day of the year. Molly heaved a long sigh and walked up the steps to the front entrance of the hospital. Despite it all, Molly loved her job, she just wished she had a happy, handsome face to return to when she was finished for the day, someone who'd cook christmas dinner and surprise her when she'd get home...someone who'd...Molly stopped herself, she didn't want to wallow in self pity.

The morgue was bitterly cold when Molly entered, her breath was steam and her hands shook slightly as she pulled out her first body of the day, it was an elderly man, with grey hair. He wore a dead calm expression, cold and still, the same as every dead body she'd see on a daily basis. Molly looked down at the old man for a few seconds before snapping out of her tired, early morning daze and looking at her list for the day, a few bodies had been delivered into the morgue during the night, so Molly's list was jam packed. Molly felt quite morbid while looking at the list, the thought of dying around christmas time made her feel even worse. Molly continued to look at the list, she learned that the old man was named Brian and that he was 89 years old. She glanced at his face, He looked kind. Molly sighed and white steam filled the air, she rubbed her hands together in a failed effort to warm herself up before continuing with her work, her small hands continued to shake slightly.

Time seemed to pass slower than usual, Molly found herself glancing at her watch constantly. It was only ten thirty, she felt absolutely exhausted, but she continued her work. The old man, she concluded, had died of lung cancer, that he had been suffering with for quite some time. She walked over to her desk, pulled off her gloves and filled in a few pages of paperwork. She sighed quietly and sipped the coffee that she bought when she arrived, it was freezing. She grimaced as the cold liquid touched her lips, she threw the cup into the bin in disgust, there was nothing worse than cold coffee.

Around 12, while Molly was examining the third body of the day, her phone came to life, her loud ringtone filling the quiet morgue and causing her to jump back and gasp loudly, her heart jumped into her chest as she grabbed the phone and ceased the loud, annoying tone.

"Hu..Hello"She said, panting quietly.

"Hey Moll, Happy New Year! You alright? Out late last night?"It was her brother Ben, using his usual chirpy tone, she could hear nieces and nephew shouting in the background.

"Yeah, I had a great night, don't remember much of it though. How are you all? You sound very busy." Molly said, smiling. It was nice to hear his voice, she had begun to feel quite crazy after three hours of dead silence.

"The usual, you sure you can't join us for lunch today?"Ben asked.

"I'm working, but I'll be over later in the afternoon, save me some food though, i'll be starving!" She replied.

"I'll try my best, but you know this lot, they're savages" He replied, Molly laughed.

"Ok, well try anyway"

"I will, I hope you have a good afternoon anyway Molls and we'll see you later" He responded.

"Bye Ben" Molly hung up, still smiling. It was always nice to see Ben and Jane and the kids, especially around christmas, the kids are always so excited, playing with their christmas presents. Molly always wanted kids, it was a dream of hers to find the right man and start a family. She was so close with Tom...she shook the thought out of her head sternly. Tom was gone and she was not going to think about him.

Suddenly Molly's mind wandered to Sherlock, she didn't know why exactly, but she couldn't help it. She missed him a lot, it had been quite some time since she last saw him, it was when John and Mary brought him in to be checked for drug use. Molly shook her head and sighed as she remembered the state he was in, it scared her to bits. She could still feel his stubbly skin beneath her fingers when she slapped him, she could still see his emotionless expression, his foggy eyes. Molly had never felt so disappointed in him.

"How dare you throw away the beautiful gifts you were born with and how dare you betray the love of your friends."

She hadn't seen him since, not a text, no demands to see a body or for her to smuggle some body parts for experiments. Nothing. Molly suddenly felt a cold wave of shame fill her body but she brushed it off "He deserved it, he had what was coming to him"He deserved to be told off. But she still missed him. Molly's phone was sitting on her desk, after some self deliberation, she decided to send a text. It read.

Happy New Year Sherlock. - MH

It took her a while to press send, She spend a few moments debating it in her head but at last she decided that she was going to make amens, because god knows, he wasn't going to. 'Message sent'

Molly finished around 3, she pulled away her last body of the day and finished up some paper work for about half an hour. Sherlock hadn't replied yet, but she wasn't very phased by that, sometimes it took him days to reply.

She decided to turn her thoughts towards christmas, she had to admit that she was very excited about going to Ben and Jane's and seeing the kids. She needed to pull away from work and get to the things that truly matter. "Christmas time is about family"she said to herself, her father used to say that. Molly felt a wave of sadness but shook it off. "He wouldn't want me to be upset..."She said to herself, concealing her tears.

Molly turned off the lights in the morgue and started to walk to the locker room. Suddenly the TV flicked on in front of her, she gasped as Jim Moriarty appeared in front of her, staring at her with his piercing brown eyes and a patronizing expression. Molly couldn't believe her eyes, fear filled her body, she wanted to scream and run but she was stuck, staring at him..as if she was hypnotized.

"Did you miss me?"

"Did you miss me?"

"Did you miss me?"

Suddenly Molly's phone beeped in her pocket, it gave her a shock and it took her a while to be able to pull the phone out, he hands were shaking so much in disbelief and horror. Moriarty continued to speak.

"Did you miss me?"

"Did you miss me?"

"Did you miss me?"

Molly opened the text.

Did you miss me Molly Hooper?

Molly stared at the text in horror, she gasped loudly."no"She said to herself, fear filling her little, quiet voice.

Her phone bleeped again, she opened the message, in terror of what she might read next.

Happy New Year Molly Hooper - SH