Molly clutched her purse close as she walked up the stairs of 221B. John and Mary had convinced Sherlock to have a Christmas party and invite Molly, Lestrade, and Mrs. Hudson.

"Hello, Molly. It's good to see you." Mary said and gave her a hug.

"Hello, everyone."

"Ah, Molly, I thought you were bringing your boyfriend with you." John said.

"He was busy and couldn't make it." Molly replied.

"No." Sherlock said from his laptop.

"I'm sorry?" Molly asked.

"Your boyfriend is not busy. You don't want to introduce us to him. Maybe because you don't want to subject him to rude deductions, but more because you have things you don't want anyone to know about him."

"Sherlock, please, not again." John said.

"It's clear he isn't busy, judging by your slightly disheveled appearance that you and him were engaged in lip to lip contact."

"It was a goodbye kiss. He is busy." Molly insisted.

"If he was busy, it would have been a peck on the lips or cheek, not a full on snogging session. The intensity of said snog would indicate a begging. Clearly, he did not want you to leave for this, what is a rather mundane party. He would have preferred you stayed home."

"Please stop." Molly begged with her eyes closed.

"Then, what's intriguing is the smudge of blood on the back of your neck. If this man had been injured, he would have sought out medical attention before engaging in any form of physical contact. This man was conscious of the fact there was blood on his hands. From the position of this smear, so were you. Daring choice to have your hair pulled up. You left this quite noticeable."

"Please, give it a break." Lestrade said.

Sherlock turned on her with wide eyes. "You! You are dating Jim Moriarty!"

It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Molly kept her eyes squeezed shut. Her hands clenched at her sides. She would not make eye contact with anyone. At least with her eyes closed she couldn't see the looks of shock on everyone's faces.

John broke the silence. "Molly, is this true?"

"Yes! Okay? Yes. I am dating Jim Moriarty! Again, but this time it's real."

"Why? Just tell me that. Why?" Sherlock asked.

"You want to know why? Because Jim Moriarty respects me and loves me! He may do terrible things, but he never subjects me to it! I am his now! Unlike you, Mr. Sherlock Holmes, Jim wants me happy!" Molly screamed.

"I-"

"Thank you for doing this in front of my friends, and thank you for making this yet another terrible Christmas!" Molly stormed out of the flat and onto the cold street. She pulled out her phone.

They know. Help me.-MH

On my way-JM

Molly sat on the curb and waited. She was trying to keep herself from crying. She finally saw the familiar silhouette walk towards her. He sat next to her on the curb.

"Bad party?"

"You have no idea."

"I told you not to go."

"I know. Sherlock deduced our secret in front of everyone. In front of all my friends. I just couldn't face them anymore."

Jim put his arm around her. "I'm sorry, Moll."

"I just want to disappear."

"Let's do it." Jim said.

"What?" Molly looked confused.

"Let's disappear. We can leave London and go to America or Timbuktu or somewhere else. Wherever you want to go. Whatever will make you happy." Jim replied.

Molly giggled and kissed him sweetly. "Okay."

END