It was a usual boring day at St. Barts. Molly had worn her hair up in a high ponytail and a side parting, she had favoured that style the most since Sherlock had complimented her on it. Sherlock was bored after an argument he had with John and so decided to see if Molly had any news or possible part parts that would add to his already large collection of experiments.
Molly was standing near the autopsy table, currently stitching up a body. Sherlock had already guessed the body's age and marital status by the first glance but as usual Sherlock was quiet when walking into the morgue and as usual Molly was surprised.
"Sherlock!" She greeted him with glee and glanced behind him quickly noticing the absence of his friend. "Where's John?" She asked with wariness. Ever since the 'event' as Molly liked to delicately put it she had become nervous when Sherlock approached her on his own.
"Him and I had a disagreement."Sherlock asked with a tone on stubbornness.
"Oh no, not a another little domestic." She giggled, using it constantly after she heard Mrs. Hudson use it once when Molly had come by the flat.
"It was not a domestic!" Sherlock snapped "He's moving out."
"Why is he doing that?" She asked, placing the needle and silk thread down upon the table. "You're like the dynamic duo."
"He's planning on marrying Mary." Sherlock answered with disgust.
"Oh that's absolutely wonderful!" Molly said, clapping her hands in delight. "Has he already proposed?"
"No, he's planning to tonight."
"Well give him my luck."
"Tell him yourself. Apparently to him, we're not talking anymore."
"You two are like children."
"Children don't solve cases and get married, Molly."
"Yes, of course, but Sherlock, if you're only here to complain I'd rather you leave my morgue."
"But there's nothing else to do." Sherlock whined.
"That doesn't mean you're allowed to distract me at my job." Molly scolded.
"Your shift finished an hour ago Molly."
"Yes well it's people like you that will keep me here for an hour more. Now please Sherlock, please go." She said picking up her needle and thread once more.
"Did I say something...not good?" Sherlock asked suddenly wary, it was harder to know without John reminding him.
"No, it's not that Sherlock." Molly sighed "I'm just tired and I still need to finish this before I leave."
"Fine. I guess I'll just have to wait for a another serial killer to be on the loose" Sherlock said, clearly unamused.
"Remember to be nice to John!" Molly called out after him.
Molly paused momentarily waiting until she saw Sherlock's shadow vanish from the hall and then went back to stitching up the body. She had hoped that was all she needed to do but someone had other ideas.
"Wow Molly, I never knew you were such a good actress." A soft, sickeningly similar, Irish voice taunted from the side office.
"Look, I've gotten rid of Sherlock now leave me alone." Molly said with a determined tone. She would do anything from letting this happen again.
"Oh, darling. I never did get a chance to tell you want I really wanted." Moriarty whispered, letting his breath dance on the back of her neck as he swept some hair to the side.
"Well, what do you want?" She hesitantly asked, cringing slightly at his closeness.
"No no, not now. The game just got quite interesting." He said dropping her hair and taking a step back.
"You leave Sherlock alone!" Molly commanded, whipping around viciously to face him.
"Oh I'm not going to do anything to Sherlock or his little blogger for that matter. I just need one thing from you, sweetie."
"What is it?" Molly asked, as she wiped her sweaty palms together, slowly turning to nervous wreck.
"Just drink this." Moriarty replied whilst holding a mug of what looked like tea. "it's the way you like it, two sugars and milk."
Molly said nothing, did nothing. She was too afraid to ask why and too afraid to take the mug.
"Let me, force your hand if you will, drink the tea or..." Moriarty trailed off and quickly brought a gun to her temple "Die. Which is it to be, Mols?"
Molly silently took the mug and started to gulp down the warm tea or the while Moriarty's cool gun pressed against her head only removing it when she had drank all of the contents of the mug.
"Now don't you do anything stupid, Molly, I have eyes and ears all around. You tell anyone I was here and I'll blow something up. Oh I'm not going to tell you what just yet, could be the hospital, could be Lestrade's office, could be 221B, could be anywhere. Let's just say I have reinforcement on hand that deliver quickly. Bye Mols!" He waved as he left the morgue, leaving Molly is a petrified state.
A.N: Okay guys, first ever Sherlock/Sherlolly fanfiction. Please go easy on me, reviews are welcome. Also special thank you to author Nocturnias for letting me borrow her idea for Moriarty's blackmail/threat and another special thank you to author pickchow for being my beta. Titled from the song 'Reminder' by Mumford & Sons which to me sounds like it's from Sherlock's POV.
