"You need to stay here for a few days max. Promise. And you are not even half as sick as I am of this whole charade being played out. So save your breath".

Greg walked out of the safe house. Third time this month. She didn't know what the fuss was about. Moriarty knew he had gained an upper hand when Irene died. Why bother with her now? She was so fed up, she was almost looking forward to seeing him.

As she knew she would. Safe house or not.

She was home and watching a rerun of Scrubs and laughing, when she heard another voice snickering.

"Your choice of TV shows continues to scar and scare me. Any more hidden weapons?" He was dressed as Jim from IT, just a little smarter.

"Nice jacket!" was her only comment.

"Oh, this is Belstaff too. Not the Milford, obviously. Too old world for my choice."

"Leather suits you…Are you gonna kill me now?" She realized she was a bit more tired than scared. Fuck it all.

"Oh, are we in a hurry? It can be arranged. But where's the fun in that Molly? Getting your heart broken, again…tsk tsk…old dogs, no new tricks! Maybe I should put you out of your misery, it is painful to see you. Fall. Again. And again. And again…its like getting a tooth pulled out."

"Jim…."

"It was great seeing you after 3 years. Things have changed, you are same. All alone. With the cat. Heartbroken. Invisible... I'll see you soon Molly love. Maybe after I have solved my final problem. Maybe before. Who knows…..oh, yeah, I do."

It was an hour before she called Greg to tell him of her guest. She had to finish watching the final two episodes and no mad man was going to disturb her. No consulting detective either.