Two days had passed since Moriarty had visited my flat. During those two days I tried to act as normal as I could. Many times I would stare off into the distance for some random reason and Sherlock would have to jar me back to reality. So when I got a text from Moriarty I was surprised.
So how did it go? ~ JM
I haven't done it yet ~ MH Well obviously I thought to myself.
Just a warning~ patience is not my strongest suit. ~ JM
I'm gonna do it tonight ok? It took me a while to get an idea together. ~ MH
Ah, deliberation. I can deal with that. ~ JM
Good ~ MH
So, I may or may not have given you a bit of extra incentive two nights ago... ~ JM
I'm gonna do it. And you gave me plenty of incentive. ~ MH Why is he asking me this?
Well~ what if I told you that I tipped someone off. Just to speed things up a little. ~ JM
Of course there is a catch. ~ MH I should have seen it coming.
Well, maybe Lestrade is a little more suspicious of the shy girl working at St. Barts. ~ JM
How much did you tell him? ~ MH
Enough. Just a lovely little shove, my dear. No need to get worked up. ~ JM I started to panic. How much did he actually tell Lestrade. I was about to ask him again when the lab door opened. Lestrade and Sherlock strolled in.
Shoot, Lestrade is coming in with Sherlock. I must be going, catch you later. ~ MH
"Good morning gentlemen," I said trying to sound bright,"Is there anything I can do for you?"
"Yes, could you get those samples I had you label yesterday?" Sherlock asked.
"Of course." I said. I could feel Lestrade watching me.
"Let me come and help you." Lestrade said.
"You don't have to."
"I insist." He followed me into the room that I kept the samples in. Once we were in there, I immediately started to look for them, I needed to get out of Lestrade's sight as fast as I could. "So Molly. What have you been doing lately?" He sounded like he just wanted to start a simple conversation, but I knew where it was going to lead.
"Oh the normal stuff." I said nonchalantly.
"Does the normal stuff include planning to blow up St. Bart's?"
"What? No! I would never blow up St. Bart's. I consider St. Bart's my home away from home sometimes." I lied.
"Well, I got this tip from someone who said that you were."
"Then that person was wrong. I can't believe that you would even imply that I would do that Lestrade." I picked up two samples. I started to walk out of the room when Lestrade caught my arm.
"Molly," He stared right into my eyes, " You aren't the type of person to lie but, are you telling me the truth?"
"Yes." I think that I said it so sincerely that he believed me, but I wasn't sure though. He let go of my arm and I walked away quickly.
It was around 6:00 PM when I had finally put the chemicals I wanted together; I then put the chemicals in a bag. I placed them around the lab, as well as the morgue. I also lined the whole bottom level with gun powder(don't ask me where I got it). When I everyone else had exited the building I out some propane tanks on the floor above where I worked. I managed to rig something so that when I pressed a button, the tanks would open and the propane would fill the whole floor. My plan was that the fire from the explosion would ignite the propane and then every else would follow suit. I set the timer on one of the bags for midnight. Then I went home.
When I got home I got a small bag together. I filled it some clothes, food, and my computer. I dressed in black jeans, t-shirt, and a hoddie. The outfit was very unlike me but that was the point. Around 8:45 I hit the remote that I had with me that opened the propane tanks. 5 minutes later I left my flat for good. Before I left, I took one last look at it, making sure I didn't leave any evidence that could trace back to me. Good bye home I thought, then I walked out into the darkness.
At exactly midnight there was an explosion. Right on schedule I thought. I was halfway to my destination, I decided to walk so I wouldn't be recognized by any of the cab drivers. Where was my destination? The pool. It was the only place that I could think of fleeing to. About a half hour later I arrived. I went in and made myself at home on the second level. It was dark and was only lighted by the light from the pool. I started to get drowsy and I decided I needed to rest. I would need it the next day and the days to come. I closed my eyes and fell asleep instantly.
I was awakened by the sound of my phone beeping. I checked the time, it said 6:00 AM. Who would be texting me at this time in the morning? but I already knew the answer. The text I got showed a picture of a news paper article.
St. Bart's Explodes!
Approximately 12:00 Am yesterday, St. Barts exploded. The police are working very hard to figure out what had happened. Inspector Greg Lestrade was asked if he knew who might have had the motive to do such a thing. He replied "I got a tip off from someone who thought that the lab assistant Molly Hooper might possibly do something like this. I wasn't sure if I should have believed what I was informed since she seemed like a very shy, polite person. But now that it has happened she is now our top suspect." Also working hard to figure out what had happened is the famous detective Sherlock Holmes. When reporters asked him what he thought on the what had happened he said "It was obviously sort of chemical reaction that did this. Can't you see the damage on the walls? Gosh it must be terribly boring with such small brains." The police are doing their best to get enough evidence to figure out what had happened. In the meantime please look out for Molly Hooper so that she could be brought in for questioning. There is a picture of her below. She might possibly be on the run if she did do this. If you have any information at all please call the police as soon as possible.
Below the article there was a message. Hey, well I heard about the explosion. How tragic! ~ JM
Yes... quite. ~ MH I replied back.
I really am proud of you dear. Definitely not boring... I didn't think you'd actually do it! So, what do you want to do next then? I can pick you up, or, I don't know. You're the woman of the hour Molly Dear. You tell me. ~ JM
I would prefer that you pick me up. I need a place to stay for now since I can't go back to my flat. ~ MH
Well, don't make me do all the work... where are you Molls? You seem to have gotten better at avoiding the CCTV... ~ JM I smiled a little. I actually had no idea how I had avoided the CCTV.
If I tell you my location, can I be sure that you won't tell the police? ~ MH I was still a little bitter about the fact that he had told Lestrade.
Well~ The DI (detective inspector or... doofus/idiot) is busy right now. Plus what fun would that be? ~ JM
I'm by the pool, upper level. It'll be hard to spot me since I'm wearing black. ~ MH
Wow, the pool. Nice touch. Where little Carl died... that was the first murder I ever committed. He definitely deserved it though. He wasn't a very... nice boy. Anyhow, I be there in a couple minutes. Personally! It's your lucky day. Then it's off to wherever... Either you can go into hiding (predictable... boring) or you could... work with me? ~ JM
I decided to play safe and work with him.
That's delightful! Now I have a right hand sniper and a right hand blow uppy person! ~ JM
I raised my eye brows. Blow uppy person? Really? I believe that there is a actual term for that. ~ MH He didn't respond.