Molly was running down the hall of St. Barts towards her morgue, she could hear the manic laugh and sound of heels hitting the floor in a vicious pace towards her. She ran inside and shut the door behind her pushing the autopsy table against it as a barricade. She then hide in her side office, squeezing under her desk and pulled the chair up close as protection hoping her chaser wouldn't see her.

The morgue door open with a thud and crash as the autopsy table flew across the room and crashed into the body freezer draws. She squeaked in fright but clasped her hand over her mouth to keep quiet as her chaser came to a halt, sniffing the air like a hound from Hell come to drag her to the underworld. From where she was sat she could catch a glimpse of the chaser's feet. Pacing around the morgue and then slowly into the side office.

She didn't dare breathe as she helplessly watched the chaser's feet go past her and deeper into the side office but before she could breathe a sigh of relief the chaser pulled the chair away with one hand whilst gripping her by her ankle in the other. He ripped her out from under the desk and held her leg up so she had little movement to get away.

Moriarty's face was smiling clown-like in a way that bared too much teeth and looked crazed. In contrast his eyes were dull, like the life was sucked out of them. He dragged her across the floor of the morgue as if she were a rag doll, her attempts to claw away were futile.

She screamed and screamed, screamed at him to stop, screamed for Lestrade, screamed for John, screamed for Sherlock to rescue her. She looked up and suddenly they were all there. Outside of the morgue, behind the glass on the other side watching her get dragged continuously. They stared at her with looks of offence, anger, and hate but remain motionless.

Moriarty had now grown to be a giant, he had to crouch down to fit in the room, his head still pressed against the ceiling. Slowly he lifted her up and without word flung her mercilessly into one of the freezer draws. He laughed robotically that lasted longer than it should have as he hovered over her, clown-like grin slapped across his face. She screamed again in a last minute hope as he closed the freezer draw on her and she was engulf in ear-splitting silence.

It was the middle of the night and Molly had woken up in a fright after being released from her nightmare. Breathe heavily in panic and grasping her bed sheets desperately assuring her brain that they were real. Sherlock came to her side in a flash that made her release a small scream in shock at him being here.

"Molly calm down." He uttered in a stern and calm tone. "Molly, look at me. Look at me." He commanded but she couldn't, not after what she had just experienced. "Molly. Look at me!" He commanded again in a stricter tone and she did out of fear of his tone.

She saw the life in his eyes, his beautiful blue-green eyes. She saw the concern, the worry, and even the fear that was portrayed in them. It was at that point when her brain had fully clicked, seeing the life in him was the kick she needed to know that she was no longer in her nightmare and it was at that point where she collapsed in his arms.

"Oh Sherlock!" She whispered unsteadily.

"My god you're shaking." He exclaimed as he held her. He was always one for personal space except when needed to get answers but the sight of her like this made him understand that she needed someone. "You're safe now, Molly. No one is going to hurt you. I assure you."

She gave a small whimper at the last part, being reminded that at any moment Moriarty could come in and do something to her and this time it would most likely be worse than making her a funny tasting cup of tea. Molly held back the sobs that were racking through her body, but she passed them by as erratic breaths.

He pulled away from the embrace and held her at arm's length, trying to deceiver if now was the best time to ask her some questions about the arsenic. Instead he decided to give her the decision by explaining his situation.

"Molly, I understand that this might not be the best of times with your nightmare eating away at your nerves but I do have some questions for you. You don't have to answer them right now though, please know that."

"I-I guess I don't mind answering a few of them." She replied twisting her fingers into knots, honestly she just wanted to talk and possibly have a distraction for a while.

"Molly why was their arsenic inside of your body?" Sherlock asked cutting straight to the point.

Molly was taken back at first, only just remembering Sherlock had previously mentioned arsenic when she was in pain. She shuddered momentarily at the thought, remembering the pain and shook her head to make the memory go away. Sherlock placed a comforting hand on her knee and awaited the answer.

"Sherlock-" She started.

"Please be truthful with me, Molly." He pleaded with her but she said nothing in response. He decided to tackle the question with smaller parts. "Did you take the arsenic on purpose, Molly? I won't be angry and I won't hate you. I just- if you did then why? Why would you even think about that?"

She was at a loss, she didn't know what she could and couldn't say without it all ending in pieces.

"I can't remember." She stated simply as she brought her knees to her chin in defence.

Sherlock sighed at her answer and tried to re-word the question. "Do you have any…motive to take harmful drugs on purpose?"

'Yes.' She thought silently. 'Moriarty would kill you.'

"No." She lied quickly.

"Molly, we're here to help you. You can confide in anyone of us."

"I know, Sherlock. I know, okay? I can't really talk about it though." She replied vaguely.

Sherlock opened his mouth to speak but thought against it and closed his mouth quickly before Molly could see. "I'm sorry, Molly." He stated simply.

Molly was almost in shock at what she had just heard. She turned to stare at him, he rarely said that to anyone with such sincerity but she could see it in his eyes and face. With that he stood and walked out of her room. Molly stared after him but knew he wasn't going to come back anytime soon so she slipped back under the cover and tried to fall to sleep, hoping another nightmare wouldn't hinder her again.

It was early morning and the sun streamed into Molly's room. Sherlock was returning only quickly to check on her before he would carry on with his case. He quietly stepped inside the room and checked the perimeter and windows. Nothing odd seems out of place until his eyes landed upon a small envelope on Molly's beside table which wasn't placed their in his previous visit. He quickly flipped it over to see the handwriting and work out which of Molly's friends had given it to her but instead of Molly's name being on the envelope it was his own. He ripped it open and read the message quickly.

"Moriarty." He gasped staring at the message in horror.


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