Sherlock was impatiently waiting for seven to arrive so he could surprise Molly. John had to keep him from leaving to go drag her there. Sherlock's phone went off.
"What if it's Molly? What if she's saying she doesn't want to come?" Sherlock asked.
"Just check your phone and stop stressing." John said.
Come and play if you can find me. Your pathologist's life depends on it.-JM
Sherlock stared in shock at his phone.
"Sherlock, what is it?" John asked concerned.
Sherlock's hand clenched into a fist at his side. "Moriarty."
John spoke with a confused expression. "What are you talking about? You said Moriarty was dead."
"Apparently, I'm not the only one who faked their death. Moriarty did too, and he's got Molly." Sherlock said. "You call Lestrade. I have a more important call to make."
"On it. Sherlock, don't freak out. Try to stay calm." John said.
"I won't." He dialed his phone. "Mycroft."
"Yes, Sherlock? How can I help you?" Mycroft asked over the phone.
"Moriarty is not dead. He's taken Molly, and I don't know where they are." Sherlock said.
"Give me some time and I'll locate them for you. Does she have her phone?" Mycroft asked.
"Moriarty has it. He texted me from it." Sherlock replied.
"I will track her phone and text you the details." Mycroft said.
"Okay. Be quick." Sherlock hung up.
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Molly woke up in a dark room. She attempted to move her hands, but they were tied to the chair. Her feet were in the same predicament. She struggled against her bonds.
"Do that as much as you want, but it won't do you any good." Moriarty said as he walked in. "I hope you are pleased with your accommodations."
"He'll come. When he does, you will be sorry." Molly spat.
"Oh don't hurt my feelings, Molly. I'm sure Sherlock is coming for you. That's the point." Moriarty replied.
"Why are you doing this to me? I don't count to him. Why do you think I am the best bait?" Molly asked.
"Because I have had you under surveillance. That kiss in the morgue must mean you count a tiny bit." Moriarty showed her with two fingers about an inch apart. "A little tiny bit."
"I hope you rot in hell!" Molly yelled.
Moriarty slapped her on one side then the next. Molly stared at him defiantly. She was not going to cry in front of him.
"Trying to be courageous are we? I can fix that quickly." Moriarty said. He began punching her in the face. Molly finally cried out.
"Stop! Please!" She pleaded.
"Since you said please, I'll wait until Sherlock gets here to finish with you." Moriarty walked out of the room.
Molly assessed her injuries. More than likely, she had a black eye and some major bruising. Nothing too bad, yet.
