It was late and working in the mortuary was always stressful. Between officers wanting this done now and bosses wanting this done right away, Molly felt tired and relieved at the clock when she finally got to look at it. Ten minutes from the end of shift. Ten minutes was all she needed to push through.

But ten minutes hadn't been up soon enough. Five minutes later, a young man walked in. His blonde hair was completely perfect, pulled back into a pony tail that was in the direct center of his back. His piercing eyes dug straight into hers as he walked through the door and over to her table.

"I have a message for you, Molly Hooper." The man said, his voice was gruff, but softer than she expected to here. She nodded at him. He straightened up as he continued. "A friend of ours will stop by to give you something important tonight. You are to wait here until he comes."

"Who is coming?" She asked, raising an eyebrow as she looked away from her various instruments she was currently putting away. He smiled turning and leaving her alone once more. She sighed and returned to putting away her things.

It was almost an hour before the door opened again. The lights were off and the new person was hard to make out. Molly looked up from her spot at her desk; the little light from her lamp didn't show the intruder.

"Who's there?" She asked, her voice hinting the fear of the mysterious person in the dark. Slowly, the figure moved into the light and she gasped in almost pleasure from the sight.

"Jim!" She said breathlessly as he stood just in the light. He was dressed in his black Westwood suit, hair neatly combed back. His dark eyes shined as he smiled warmly at her.

"Hello, Molly, my dear." He said, his voice soft and warm. She smiled, standing and kissing his cheek in greeting. "I have a present for you." He continued, bringing his hand out in front of him.

Once again, she gasped. In his hands, which were cupped together in front of him, was a human heart. It was perfectly still, and his hands were stained with the blood of it. She didn't know whether to be horrified or flattered. She choose neither, and stood gapping at him.

"This heart is the same as my own; the same condition, blood type, and even age. It's like I'm giving you my own heart! Except, I'm not… but it's in place of my own heart." Jim said, smiling his crazy yet loving smile. He was completely insane, and yet Molly loved him.

"Jim, this is a surprisingly wonderful gift… but you didn't have to kill for it." She scolded slightly. He flushed and shrugged, still smiling. She smiled too, kissing him gently on the lips.

"Remind me to give you a heart like mine in the future." She said, closing the file on her desk. He set the heart down on a tray on her desk, turning to her.

"You can't Molls. The reason being your heart is so full of love, it's impossible to be duplicated. It's one of a kind Molly, and that's a fact even Sherlock Holmes knows." Jim said, wrapping his arms around her waist, not really caring if the blood on his hands transferred to her clothes.

Molly blushed deeply. "That's the kindest thing I think anyone's ever said to me, Jim." He smiled happily, nuzzling her hair.

"I love you, Molly Hooper." He said quietly. She turned to kiss him softly.

"And I love you, Jim Moriarty. Consulting Criminal and all." She said with a warm smile.

He took her hand as she turned out her lap. "Dinner?" he asked as they walked away from the mortuary.

Molly smiled. "Dinner sounds wonderful."

The two continued to walk onwards, leaving the heart Jim gave her on her desk. It would be there the next day, when Molly would put it in a jar to preserve it forever.

Months would go by, and it wouldn't be long until Jim would be on Molly's table, his real heart in her hands, perfectly intact. His suicide for the sake of his final game would come all too soon. But that is another story.