Moriarty was walking along a familiar and busy street. He had figured out the address of Molly's yoga instruction building, and decided that if he couldn't talk to her at her home, he would get to while she was out. He had followed her very discreetly to her class. Moriarty made sure that she did not notice him at all on the travel there.
He watched the young woman enter the tall building with large glass windows. He stopped by a bench across the street with just the right view that he needed to keep an eye on her. After a good 20 minutes of waiting, he decided to go to the corner café to purchase a cup of tea, as it was quite frigid outside, and he'd be waiting for another half an hour for Molly's class to be finished.
He sauntered into the small café, and glanced at the large line that was formed from the counter to the last row of tables near the windows. This may take longer than I had planned. He thought, gawking at the amount of people packed into the small eatery. He was standing in line for about ten minutes when he finally reached the small counter.
"What will you have, sir?" The young boy, probably in his teenage years, asked.
Just as he was about to order, there was a loud crashing sound from outside that seemed to make everyone in the café jump. The sound of sirens in the distance signaled that something had gone wrong. For a few seconds everyone was silent and still, and then they all ran to the windows to see what happened, including Moriarty.
The view of a large bus smashed against a small car shocked everyone, as they all gasped. The small herd of people rushed out of the café to see if anyone needed help. Moriarty saw a group of people surrounding something closer to the accident. They were all wearing very comfortable clothing. The thought of Molly's yoga class came to mind.
He elbowed frantically through the crowd from the café, ran over to the circle people, and broke through. He gaped at the body before him.
Molly was sprawled on the street, covered in blood. The bus had hit her, and the car tried to swerve around, but had rammed into the side of the large bus. Everything slowed down. Moriarty felt himself getting more and more nauseous. He tried to find his balance, but he still stumbled. He heard people telling him that he needed to leave, but he kept refusing to leave her.
He reached Molly, kneeled down, and lifted her upper body into his arms. She was still conscious, but very discombobulated. Moriarty heard her whisper to him over the loud sirens approaching them.
"J-Jim? Don't… Don't kill me…" She trailed off while trying her best to push him away. Tears sprang to his eyes, as he replied.
"I would never. Molly, d-don't die on me now. Not here. Not like this," He choked between sobs, as he said "I… I love you, Molly Hooper." He let the tears fall down his cheeks. Molly's eyes widened at the sound of his words. She reached up to touch his cheek, compassionately. He carefully took her hand in his own and held her close. Molly whispered one last thing to him, as she lay there.
"Jim… Don't let me die. I-I don't want to die. I want to stay here… With you…" A tear escaped her eye and rolled slowly down her scratched face. Moriarty placed a gentle kiss on her forehead and answered.
"You won't die. I promise." As he said that, she tried at a small smile, just before she relaxed and went unconscious. "Molly, stay with me," He cried, "Molly! Molly, don't do this! Molly!"