A/N: Its been some time since I last updated, and I'm sorry. I think I'll update every weekend, hopefully every Friday, but I can't make promises, sorry!
T for mentions of sex.
Disclaimer: Don't own anything you recognize. Such as: Sherlock
Moriarty POV:
I may have been dead to the world, but there was one person who I wasn't dead to.
Sebastian Moran.
He was my right hand man, making sure Molly always had someone following her, which was sadly hard to do when she was home.
And then I was struck with an idea.
Put someone in her home.
It was brilliant, if I do say so myself. Molly was always looking for a companion, and she was still ridiculously hung up on Sherlock.
So I found someone who looked enough like Sherlock, dressed him up, and named him Tom and I was on my way!
I made them meet through friends, who met at yoga class. No office romances for them! They introduced Tom and Molly, and she became absolutely smitten, much to my displeasure.
But, Tom obeyed only my orders, meaning he was a "complete gentleman" for not trying to get into Molly's pants too soon.
I knew Sherlock was alive, and I set off trying to find him. I knew I could find him wherever my criminal network was dismantling.
Though this gave my uneasiness, I knew I could always re-build.
And with Molly at my side, I knew I couldn't fail. And Sherlock finally came back! Wooo, except I knew he was alive all along.
BORING
I just needed Sherlock to solve a few more cases that I gave to him, without his knowledge of course, and kept him out of the morgue. I then made Tom break off the engagement, and it pleased me to know Molly wasn't suicidal or anything like that because of it.
That meant she wasn't completely in love with Tom. Which was obvious, I made Tom that way.
I then reveled that I was alive to all of England.
Time to make the police scramble like rats in a maze.