Hello readers! I honestly can't stay away from writing stories now... This popped into my head while I was at school... so much for me actually learning, eh? Anyways, I'm not sure where I want to go with this or if I should even continue it...I wanted to write something with Moriarty since he's one of my favorite characters and I always wanted to explore his relationship with Molly/Sherlock, because come on Moriarty is evil, but he's so darn adorable. Give me your thoughts! Don't be shy!

The characters unfortunately don't belong to me booooooooo.

Feel free to comment and enjoy!

Molly Hooper had always followed the rules and had always done what was right... So why was she currently letting Moriarty's men take an unconscious Sherlock away from her morgue?

"Well done, Molly." said a voice from behind her.

The pathologist turned around to see James "Jim" Moriarty walking up to her, she spotted a bloody handkerchief in his hand and followed it as he went to wipe the last of the fake blood from his head.

"Well that was a toughie." he said happily, "Never had to kill myself in front of someone like that." he told her.

The man walked up to her and placed a gentle kiss on her cheek; Molly pulled away and made her way to the other end of the table. Sherlock was being put in a body bag; since he was still alive they left it a little open before one of the bigger men hauled him over his shoulder and walked out, leaving Jim and Molly by themselves. The brunette looked up and caught him pouting,

"Don't look so gloomy, Molly. You owed me a fav-or." he said in a tune, "You wouldn't deny me this after all I've done for you."

Molly balled her hand to a fist and closed her eyes, "I never expected this, Jim." she told him, "You've gone too far."

"No dear, you helped him. You went too far... Good thing I found out about your little agreement or I'd have to kill you and I don't think I want to do that...At least not yet." he walked up to her and caressed her face, Molly stiffen in fear and heard him chuckle, "Don't tell me you're afraid of me?" he muttered.

"I-I'm not." she stammered.

"Oh Molly, you're such a bad liar. It's so adorable." he said with a wicked grin.

Moriarty turned on his heel and began walking, Molly let out a breath she wasn't aware she was holding, he was leaving, he was leaving and taking Sherlock Holmes with him that meant her job was done. It all began a few years ago, Molly was struggling through medical school due to lack of funds, everything was going to her father's cancer treatment, she felt helpless and since she had no family there was no one to ask for help. That wasn't until a colleague of hers told her about a man who helped anyone no questions asked, If Molly hadn't been so desperate for help she would have never met James Moriarty. Moriarty had given her the money to pay off her father's medical bills and help her out in school, when she had asked him what he wanted in return he had simply said he'd come to reclaim his reward when it was time. Molly didn't know what he had meant by that until he showed up at the lab one day and told her to pretend he was her new boyfriend and introduce her to Sherlock Holmes. Now, she had given him this poor innocent man and she had no idea what was in store for him.

"You know I'm not done with you right?" said Jim through her thoughts.

Molly looked up and blinked slowly, "You're not? I thought-" she began.

"You thought what? You'd give me Sherlock Holmes and we'd go our separate ways? Don't be silly." he said in amusement, "You're coming with us, whether you like it or not."

He motioned his finger indicating her to come to him and that's what Molly did a grin spread across his face.

"W-Why do you still need me?" she said in almost a whisper

Jim took her elbow and began leading her out of the morgue, "We can't have Sherlock Holmes wake up without knowing how he got where we're taking him. How long does that stuff you put into him last anyways."

Molly shrugged, "A couple of hours, he should wake up soon."

Moriarty laughed and switched off the light to the morgue, "Good. I want Sherlock to see who the one who betrayed him was. Isn't it funny? The only person he trusted with his body would be the one to give him up so easily. I'm going to enjoy this new game; I can already tell it's going to be tons of fun." He said in amusement.

"Sir, he's waking up." said the blonde man by the door.

James stood up from the plush couch he had sat at; Molly sat across him staring at the liquid in her tea cup, it had taken longer than anticipated for Sherlock to wake up, by that she meant that Sherlock hadn't woken up through one plane trip and a boat ride to some deserted tropical island. Unfortunately Molly had been dragged along, and now Sherlock was waking up and he would know Molly betrayed him.

"Come along, Molly. Get up." said Moriarty impatiently.

Molly set her tea cup on the table and stood up as she walked towards the door; Jim took her arm and slammed her against the wall causing her to gasp in both pain and surprise.

"This is what you're going to do." he warned, "I want you to go into the other room change out of these horrendous clothes and you're going to act." he said as he pressed her closer to the wall.

"A-Act?" she stuttered.

"Y-Yes a-act." he mocked, "I want Sherlock to think you were in on all this from the start. Do you understand? If you break character for even a fraction of a second I will destroy you."

"Why are you doing this?" she whispered.

"I want to break him." he replied nonchalantly, "I want him to lose all faith before I tear him to pieces. Now you're going to go in that room and change, you better start preparing for your role, dear. Remember I'll be watching."

With that he let go of Molly and exited the room, Molly regained her breathing and closed her eyes. How was she going to this!? Sherlock would see right past her act, he would know. Oh god what was she going to do? Molly slid on the ground and began to silently cry, a few seconds later there was a light knock on the door and it opened, the blonde man from earlier poked his head in and looked down at Molly.

"Uh... Hey are you ok?" he asked awkwardly, "You're supposed to be getting changed."

Molly wiped her tears and got up, "Alright, I'm coming." she muttered, she let the man lead her into the other room which was beautiful by the way, opened French style doors that showed a beautiful view of the ocean, a four-post bed in the middle of the room, the breeze felt wonderful against her warm skin. It all felt like a dream… She hoped she'd wake up in her crappy apartment and she'd go back to her crappy life.

"Hey, I know the boss can be a little... overwhelming." Began the blonde man, "But just do as he says and you'll be home in no time." he assured her.

Molly pressed her lips together, "Do you really believe that?" she asked him.

The blonde man shrugged, "No, but it's nice to pretend..."

Molly managed to smirk, "What's your name?" she asked him.

The man stood a little taller, "Sebastian Moran. I'm here to make sure Mr. Moriarty is kept safe under any circumstances." he said in a very uniformed way, Molly suspected ex-soldier, much like John Watson.

Sebastian closed the door behind him to allow Molly some privacy, she walked to the bed where a very form-fitting dress was laid out for her, and next to them a pair of very high black stilettos, Molly was sure she would fall if she attempted to wear these, but she had no other shoes, her work trainers would look completely frumpy with the elegant dress. Molly finally let out a sigh of defeat and began to strip off her clothing, she slipped on the very slim dress and looked in the mirror the dress was beautiful, but it wasn't something Molly would ever wear, let alone afford. She walked to the bathroom where she found an assortment of make up, Jim had really stocked up... It made her wonder how long he expected Molly to be here. She went with lipstick that matched the dress and did her eyes with simple eyeliner and mascara, she pulled her hair in a bed and Molly was surprise at how... good she actually looked.

After putting on the super high heels, Molly slowly walked besides Sebastian she clutched on to the stair railings for dear life as she walked down them. She could see Jim waiting for her at the end of the stairs,

"My, my who would have known that you actually had a figure underneath all those ugly clothes." He stated.

Molly didn't know if that was an insult or a compliment, either way she didn't reply. As she made it down the steps, Moriarty took a hold of her arm and tugged her towards him.

"Now remember what I told you." he hissed in her ear, "I will destroy you. So don't mess up, I want him to believe you were involved in all this from the start. You got that!?"

Molly nodded; he pushed her towards Moran who then began to lead her towards another part of the huge house.

"Don't forget!" said Moriarty behind them, "I'll be watching."

Moran opened a door which seemed to lead to some sort of basement or maybe it was a dungeon? She was joking about the dungeon part, but who knew maybe it was a dungeon,

"He's going to hate me." whispered Molly.

"Don't worry he won't hurt you, I'll be there watching you. Plus, it's not like he could even touch you... he's a little tied up at the moment."

Sebastian smirked at himself, enjoying the joke he made. Molly looked around nervously, she didn't know if she would be able to pull all of this off...The two walked up to an iron clad door... maybe this place was a dungeon? Sebastian opened the door and motioned her in.

"After you ma'am." he said professionally, meaning Sebastian was now in character.

Molly swallowed a lump in her throat and entered the dim room.