Ok so I said I would have it out today so voilia here you are. It's pretty rushed but I'll go back tomorrow and fix it but yeah. I hope you like it.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters and am not affiliated with BBC Sherlock in any form.


It was weeks before Molly heard from him again. Two to be precise and for two weeks Molly was on constant edge. Every sound caused her to jump and every touch made her flinch. If it hadn't been for the swollen lips and aching head that had refused to ebb for hours after the incident. Otherwise she would have dismissed the whole thing as a lucid dream.

Molly sat in her worn office chair writing out the report for her latest autopsy. He had been an ex-lover of hers from her uni days, and he had broken her heart. So imagine her surprise when she discovered a rather gruesome heart carved right over his. A message had been carved there as well. "A gift for you my dear" The send of course was obvious.

The mans name was Ian Pond. A 6'2 photographer with long awkward limbs, sandy blonde hair, and what once had been a pair of intelligent green eyes. Since their uni days Ian had made a name for himself in the art world. He had also married. He had two daughters and a wife. He had a life, a wonderful life. At least it seemed that way and now he was dead. He was dead and his family was grief stricken because of her.

When a familiar body rolls in it's customary to offer the job to someone else but Molly couldn't allow someone else to do Ian's autopsy. He was her responsibility. It took nearly an hour in order for Molly to gather enough will to even begin and as she made the first few incisions into the cold skin of a man she had once loved tears feel from her eyes. However soon the tears dried and her shaky hands became steady and precise. He wasn't Ian anymore. He wasn't a person. He was just a body now, a puzzle to be solved.

Molly's cuts became quick and sharp and all feelings towards Ian faded into nothingness as she cut through skin, fat, bone, and muscle. It took roughly an hour and a half for Molly to cut, examine, and close Ian. Another two for her tests to run and for the toxicology report to be finished. The results were rather surprising.

It had been poisoning. That much had been obvious by the obvious lack of external and internal abnormalities, aside from the carving. What did not surprise her what did was the poison used. Arsenic was a rather notorious poison and going by her discoveries Ian had been slowly dosed with it, weeks or even months. Considering the timetable Lestrade and the rest of his division had created it was most likely administered through his order-in lunches he ate at the studio. It would have been child's play for Moriarty to have Ian's meals poisoned. The whole incident made her stomach turn.

Just as Molly finished up her report her phone began to sing. She didn't recognize (though she did later discover it was "I Can't Decide by Scissor Sisters ") Molly reached into the pocket of her pearly white lab coat and pulled out her phone to see she had received a text message. She was unfamiliar with the number but chose to open the message anyway to see it was sent by a certain criminal mastermind.

"Did you like my gift pet? Xx-JM"

Molly bit at the sensitive skin of her lips wondering just how to respond. After a few minutes of nervous thinking her phone began to sing once more.

"Do remember the riles darling, I do not like to be kept waiting. Xx-JM"

Molly felt her stomach tighten and after another minute or so of stalling Molly began her short and blunt reply.

"Why did you kill him? -Mhooper"

Although short and blunt it served another purpose of avoided the other question. It took mere seconds for him to respond. The man must had fingers of lightning she thought before opening the message.

"He broke your heart so I though that as a welcoming gift I would give you his. Now Molly dear answer my question. Xx-JM"

Molly threw her head back onto her chair and let out a groan which contained equal measures of frustration and anger. He had someone she knew, someone she had once loved murdered as a welcoming gift. She was angry and disgusted with both him and herself. Molly looked at the phone for a moment and sighed.

"It was certainly thoughtful..so I suppose I should say thank you. -Mhooper"

She sent the message hoping her answer would appease him The "gift" as he called it made her stomach twist in knots and weighed her down like a lead bar. Ian may have broken her heart but that was years ago and she had never wished him dead. However telling Moriarty that his gift made her sick would no doubt end with her being punished. Possibly by either being killed or the killing of her loved ones. Her phone went off once more.

"Good. Now daddy has to go now but I'll be seeing you very soon my dear. Be good.

Xx-JM"

Molly knowing it she had to respond send a simple "Yes" and staring at the bright surface of her phone before she deleted her message history. It would be impossible to explain if in all unlikelihood someone decided to go through her phone. Molly threw the phone back into her pocket and spent the remaining three hours of work trying to think of anything but James Moriarty. This however did not happen.

Another week went by without word and for the span of that week Molly was almost able to return to her normal life. Her lunches with John continued and with every visit John seemed to be getting better, Work was distracting him and Molly had even gotten him to laugh last week, yet the sadness still raged in his eyes and the guilt she felt every time she looked at him nearly killed her. Now only had she helped Sherlock disappear and thus shatter John she was now more or less working for his greatest enemy.

Molly shook her head in shame as she made her way back to her flat. It was nearly eleven and Molly was tired. She just wanted to have a nice hot shower and crawl into her nice warm bed with Toby and sleep. Thoughts of wondrous sleep filled her cloudy brain as she opened the door to her flat only to discover that everything was gone. Her furniture, her pictures, even the tea stains on the carpet. Before Molly could even begin to process the emptiness of her flat her phone began to sing Moriarty's signature tone.(Which she had tried and failed to remove)

"Took the liberty of moving your things to your new home. I'll have a car sent for you. I do hope you're full of energy. We have so much to talk about Moll's. Xx-JM"

Molly stared at the bright screen for a moment before shooting off one in response.

"Is Toby alright? -Mhooper"

He didn't respond and this only caused her to worry. Molly sat down in the middle of what used to be her cluttered living room and thus began to wait. Her mind was abuzz with a mixture of fear, irritation, and worry for Toby.