So...I'm like the worst ever for going so long without an update! I promise you that I'm trying to pick this story back up and hope to keep writing! Now that we've got the ball rolling a bit, we can really delve into Ana's character a bit more and figure out who she is!

It didn't make sense.

A white kite with a key tied to it with the words "did you miss me?" written on it in blood? Whose blood? Ana winced, trying not to think about how he had gotten the finger paint. This had Moriarty's flare written all over it...but he had never said anything to Ana about starting mind games so early...or at all for that matter.

Ana stared at the table with a perplexed look stuck on her brow. If he didn't tell her about this, what else wasn't he clueing her in on? Did she actually know Moriarty's plan?

"What do you think, Ana?" A deep voice pulled Ana out of her reverie. She jolted staring up at the dark haired man that she hadn't realized was standing next to her.

What do I think? What could he possibly mean by that?

"Are...are you actually asking me my opinion?" Her tone could not hide the shock of such an idea.

Sherlock looked back down at the kite, pulling his magnifying glass out and inspecting the blood a little more closely. "The blood. It's fresh. From maybe half an hour ago, and hour at the most..."

"Sherlock." She stated, forcing him to actually look at her when speaking to him. "I thought you hated me, why are you asking me what I think?"

"You read my website." He replied as if it should have been the most obvious thing in the world, a tone that Ana was realizing is quite common with him. "You can deduce almost as well as I can, I've witnessed it."

"Is that a compliment I'm hearing?" Ana nearly choked on her own saliva. "Am I dreaming right now?"

"I said almost, don't get used to praise. I rarely find anything impressive enough to deserve it." He uttered in a low voice, glaring over his shoulder to be sure no one was overhearing the conversation being had. "Now, can we please inspect this kite or would you like to discuss the weather as well?" Ana found herself smiling, actually smiling at Sherlock Holmes-something she swore would never happen in a million years and she quickly shook herself out of it before joining Sherlock in looking over the kite.

"Look at the edge of the streaks, they're more dried out than the center. I'd lean more towards an hour." Ana offered up, pointing at the red markings.

"Yes, yes that makes sense..." He mused, lifting the edge of the kite up and glancing underneath. "It's soaked through onto the exam table, the blood was probably applied after breaking into the morgue..."

"That must mean that it's the blood of a staff member, someone who would be here early in the morning."

"A janitor, most likely."

"John, Molly, search the premise for a man or woman, probably a janitor, and most likely injured quite badly," she instructed quickly. John and Molly automatically went in opposite directions, searching for any signs of a body. When Ana turned back to the kite, Sherlock was shooting her a disapproving look. "What?"

"I'm usually the one telling people what to do."

"How's it feel sharing the power?" She teased with a smirk, well aware that he did not like sharing the spotlight.

Without answer, Sherlock directed his attention back onto the kite trying to pull the clues apart and back to together in the right order.

"What do you think the point of the nod towards America is?" Ana tried asking a question he would answer.

"What do you mean?"

"It's a kite with a key tied to it. That's obviously a nod towards Benjamin Franklin-an American founding father..."

Sherlock stared blankly at Ana as the information poured out. He always erased information from his mind that he found unimportant, like a computer with too much data on it. He'd gotten rid of whatever American history he'd learned long, long ago.

"Why would Moriarty leave us a clue involving America?" Sherlock wondered aloud.

"Oh...so you've decided that Moriarty's responsible.."

"I thought it was obvious." He made a face like he'd just sipped on sour milk. "The damn thing literally has did you miss me scrolled across it in blood!"

Ana surprisingly didn't say any retort at his shortness with her, because she was too hurt by the fact that Moriarty had done this without warning her. If even Sherlock was deducing that it was him, it probably was. Maybe this is like the apartment thing...he just wanted my reaction to be genuine enough that Sherlock stopped being so suspicious of me... It certainly seemed to work, being as he was using her to bounce deductions off of when less than ten minutes ago he was snubbing her.

Suddenly, Molly burst back into the room with her sleeves rolled up and blood on her hands.

"We found him! A janitor, locked in my office with a blow to the back of the head. John's with him now, help is on it's way." She rambled, not looking at all shaken up by the situation. Though, Ana supposed if you ran with Sherlock Holmes then you typically got used to it. Molly automatically began taking up supplies from their various shelves: a bucket, a couple scrub brushes, and some sort of cleaning product that Ana couldn't identify. "I guess if there was any place to be serious injured, a hospital is a good place to do it."

"Ana, go help Molly clean up her office." Sherlock said, a concentrated look on his face.

"Excuse you?" Ana folded her arms over her chest.

"You're her intern now, it's your job to help her. Not me." He explained with an eyeroll. "Besides, I need to go to my mind palace. You'd only be a distraction."

"That's as polite a dismissal as you'll get from him." Molly interjected with a smile, motioning Ana to follow her out of the room. With one last glance over her shoulder, she followed Molly out of the examination room.

"Are things always this crazy around here?" Ana joked, trying to lighten the somber mood.

"Only when Sherlock comes around." Molly sighed as she made a sharp left hand turn into a small, cramped room.

There was not much in there but a wooden desk, a couple chairs, a cabinet, and a ficus by the door. There was also a large pool of blood on the tile flooring, but Ana supposed that wasn't always there. On the walls were certificates of achievement and college degrees, yet no pictures of Molly with any loved ones. This surprised Ana with how she'd deduced her new boss' kind and loving nature.

"Looks like John already got Paul out of here." Molly said, setting the bucket down and pouring the cleaning liquid into the bucket. "In the top drawer of my desk is a pack of rubber gloves, grab us each a pair."

Ana did as she was told, walking across the room to the cluttered desk. As Ana opened the desk, she scanned over it to take in as much information as she could without being noticed. Right handed based on where the loose pens were placed on the desk, stressed out based on the pressure used on the pen to write, messy habits based on the general clutter, still no photographs.

Ana returned, handing her boss a pair of gloves and putting her own on. She then got down onto her knees, dipped her brush into the bucket and began scrubbing the floor. Molly followed in suit, once she had gotten her gloves situated. Ana stared hard at the blood stained suds as she scrubbed, trying to figure out why Molly's office didn't match her personality at all.

"What did you see?" Molly suddenly asked, not ceasing her scrubbing. "When you deduced my office, what did you see to make that face?"

"It's just..." Ana started, trying to figure out what to say. "...why don't you have pictures of loved ones around? You seem like the type of person that would."

The question Ana had asked seemed to strike a cord inside of Molly, because she stopped scrubbing and sat up on her feet while her face went pale. "I used to...I had to take them down..."

"Why? What happened?"

"The man who left that kite out there...Jim, I mean Moriarty..." Molly stammered, staring off looking like a puppy who had previously been abused. "He...uh...he used to be my boyfriend..."

"He what?!" Ana blurted, trying to wrap her head around it. Evil, mastermind, Moriarty with this sweet, kind, woman? Moriarty's definitely keeping secrets.

"He tricked me, he was trying to get to Sherlock..." She quickly explained as if she knew how insane the entire situation sounded to someone who wasn't there. "I didn't know who he was and he knew that if he, if he was with me then..." Tears were starting to well up in her eyes as she relived the horror she must've had to face when she'd realized who she'd been dating. "...well then Sherlock wouldn't pay him any attention."

"Oh, Molly..." Ana sighed, her compassion peaking out from behind the guard that she'd had to keep up this entire time. "That's not true, surely you know that."

"Except that it is, because it worked." Molly laughed without humor. "He played me straight through. I let him into my office, we made out on the desk...we, we...I let him...I thought he loved me...we were together for months before I introduced him to Sherlock..." Molly suddenly slammed her eyes shut and shook her head, as if trying to snap herself out of it.

"Molly..."

"After that," Molly continued, seeming much more present than before. "I took down anything that could lead anyone to my loved ones. I'm lucky that Moriarty found me so useless after I brought him to Sherlock, because he could've attacked my loved ones. He probably still could, but I'm so unimportant that I doubt he ever will."

The words Ana was hearing weren't computing in her mind. She obviously knew that this was what Moriarty was capable of, but she'd never thought about how it had affected the lives of the people he used as collateral damage. All she wanted to do was hold Molly close and let her know that Moriarty had never even mention her before, meaning he probably didn't think of her or remember the faces of her loved ones either . Though, Ana was entirely sure if that'd be comforting or more hurtful...

"Let's finish this floor and you can go home for the day, yeah?" Molly sniffled, wiping the tears that Ana hadn't noticed pouring over until now.

"Okay." She returned with a small smile, picking her brush back up and getting to work once more. "But...Molly..."

"Yeah?"

"I've seen the way Sherlock looks at you." Ana offered up, hoping that it would help make her feel better. "Moriarty misjudged how much you mean to him."

Molly smiled sadly at the young lady sitting across from her. If only she could let herself believe that, if only...

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