Chapter 2 - Pressure Points

John and Lestrade watch Sherlock watch the video over again. "Sherlock it's been a week, maybe you should stop watching the video." "It's raining she was taken five days before I went to her apartment." "The exact day I left. Sebastian Moran murdered three people reached out to me and was caught within a ten day gap, It's connected. Moriarity stayed in Molly's flat for three days which is why the bulb was replaced but he left the shattered one on the ground. The lamp was broken intentionally after Molly was already taken."

"You told us that two days ago Sherlock," Greg said shaking his head. "He stayed at her flat for three days exactly the same amount of days I stayed at her flat after I faked my death." Sherlock stood up. "He knew everything the entire time, he knew Erus' plan would fail, he knew what to do to make me leave the country, that's it." Sherlock stood up quickly before pushing Greg and John out of his apartment. He started typing on the computer before sitting down.

Sherlock sat in his chair staring at the clock on the wall replaying memories in his head.

Inside Sherlock's Mind Palace

'So bad day was it,' No matter how flimsy the memories were I could never delete them when they were about her. 'Listen I was wondering maybe later when you're finished.' Her lips were brighter fuller. 'I uh, I refreshed it a bit.' Liar she just put it on since I got there. 'I was wondering if you'd like to have coffee.' I did want coffee. She made it.

'Oh, it's you.' She sounded so surprised. 'What are you having?' Nothing, 'So you're working here tonight?' She's getting better at deducing though not quickly. 'Some?' The only reason I ever come here. 'They're on my list.' She must get it now that I don't like her only use her she can't be that naive. 'Well there paperworks already gone threw.' I still need you. 'What?' Slight difference enough to complement. 'Yes, well.' That's the smile I needed time to get to work.

Skip no Jim from IT. That same smile for him sadly they had a few to many things in common like their taste in men. Anger slight anger, do something to take away the anger deduce.

Enough!

He stopped as he heard steps coming up the stairs. "Good, he's here." He stood up walking to a wall with various pictures of Molly and a map he use to connect everything together as the man walked into the room. "Sebastian Moran, how many people have you actually murdered given the three murders I found were made to be deliberately caught I wouldn't but it pass you to have commited dozens more." Moran smiled, "You embarrass me Mr. Holmes, almost as much as you embarrassed the government when you decided to let me go." Sherlock turned around smiling, "What's the difference one jail cell from another." He punched Moran in the jaw causing him to back away slightly before punching Sherlock in the ribs.

"What exactly is your plan Mr. Holmes knock me out tie me up and make me tell you where your fan girl is hiding?" "No, of course not, you're too deep in Moriarity's pocket, he doesn't know where you are and pretty soon he'll find out I just need him to come here." Sherlock pulls out a gun, "I just wanted to punch you, get in the seat." Sherlock smiled as Moran sat down before tying him up and playing the violin again.

It was three hours until Moriarity called. "Moran where are you?" "He's keeping me company Jim." Sherlock heard Moriarity laugh on the phone, "So you got my soldier, what if I was to take yours." Sherlock gulped lowering the violin, "Do you know where John is now, wait I'll tell you, putting his daughter to sleep he just got her down after reading 'The Gruffalo' three times and two glasses of warm milk. Rosie has him wrapped around his little finger. So Sherlock you have two options, let Moran go or I walk into John's nice house and make little Rosie an orphan." Sherlock stared at the phone as if it was cursed. Moran stood up from the chair already releasing the knots that Sherlock had tied.

"Good job Sherlock, now do you want to see her, just nod." Sherlock nodded his head up and down. Moran walked over to Sherlocks TV starting a cd. "Molly do you know who I am," Moriarity spoke with a smile on the TV as Moran left the room. "You're James, or Jim, or some other stupid name, let me go!" A figure slapped Molly quickly causing her head to turn to the side. "Egghh, It's like training a spoiled child," Moriarity groaned before grabbing her chin and making her look directly at him, "Who am I?" "Mr. Moriarity," she said wincing from the tight grip he had on her chin, "And who are you?" "Dr. Molly Hooper." He released his hold on her, "Good job, do you know where you are Molly?" She looked around frantically, "No." "Describe it then," Moriarty said while running his hands through her hair. "It's cold and dark, there are pipes everywhere like a boiler room for a factory," She starts to pull away from his grasps as he grabs and pulls her hair. "Are you hungry Molly," He says holding a chocolate bar in his other hand, "Not this, wouldn't want to end up like those kids." Sherlock turned ready to go to the factor from the case that caused him to kill himself when Moriarity's voice echoed through the phone, "Don't leave before the end of the movie Sherlock, you might miss the big finale."

Sherlock paused looking back at the screen. Moriarity backed away from Molly. "Now Molly I want you to stand up, and every time I tell you to do something you say. yes sir, do you understand?" Molly stood slowly, "Yes sir." "Take off your clothes, fold them and go to the shower," Molly paused, "Now Molly!" She slowly pulled her shirt over her head and pushed down her pants from her legs. Cuts and lashes against her skin. "Now go wash, there are new clothes in there and you'll live here now." Molly turned away from the camera and Moriarity turned the camera toward him before the screen went black.

"So, what do you think Sherlock, beautiful isn't it," Sherlock squeezed the phone tightly. "I'll be in touch." "Don't hang up," Sherlock said at the last second causing Moriarity to stop. "I'm listening." Sherlock swallowed, "What do you want?" "The truth Sherlock," Moriarty smiled, "There's so many pressure points on you people, drugs, adrenaline, it's like you were made to be pushed, the funny thing is the people you choose are all so weak, so normal, so unoriginal, and you could make yourself invincible, I can make you invincible I just have to burn the heart out of you first, starting with Molly and John and little Rosie." The tv flashed back on a live stream outside John's house fire burning in every corner little Rosie resting in Morans hands. "Really should've been paying more attention, I would run, John doesn't have much time." The phone line cut off and the camera continues to play.