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Jim walked around the man standing in the middle the room. It was a slow calculated walk like a man stalking his prey, which he was. They were on the top floor of a fifteen story building. This is what Jim liked to call the last step to your doom. Sebastian always told him that was a little dramatic title, but he never listened.
"You know, trying to run away with my money wasn't the smartest move to make." Jim said with a bored tone.
"Also not very original. At least do something entertaining if you're going to be an idiot." Jim was sighing and whining at the same time. The man simply looked at Jim, then to the door for the tenth time and the consulting criminal rolled his eyes. Jim stopped walking and looked him dead in the eyes.
"Oh please, make my day!" His lips twitched up into a smile and he gestured to the door.
"I would love to see you shot through the heart before you could get there." Jim's smile was wicked and his eyes were cruel. The man seemed to shrink back in fear and uncertainty. He didn't want to risk dying so he stayed where he was.
"Now," Jim started walking around him again and spoke as if the man was a child and he, his teacher, "I need a distraction for my next event, and you're going to help me with that!"
Jim stopped in front of the window and looked down.
"And why would I do that?" the man's voice was shaky and he looked just as frightened as could be.
"Oh, I can think of a few reasons." Jim chuckled and looked down at the crowd below.
"These photos of you making a deal with the CEO of your supposed rival company. I'm sure you'd love it if I gave them to your boss and let him know that you were giving away your company's secrets."
The man paled and opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. Jim couldn't help his laugh. He just looked like he was trying so hard.
"What? You think you have secrets that no one knows about?" Jim tilted his head a bit while looking down below at the people.
"I can know anything," he paused for dramatic effect, "about anyone," again a short pause, "whenever I want."
None of the people in the plaza were a mystery. How boring.
"And the sad part is that for the most part I can get all that information from looking at a person for under a minute." Jim kept his eyes down at the people until the man started speaking once more.
"I don't care. I won't help you! It's not worth it." he took two steps towards Jim and a red dot appeared on his chest.
Jim turned and smiled at him.
"Even if it meant your wife and daughter would live? Not even then?"
The man started breathing heavily, and his face looked white. He was really scared now.
"Don't touch my family!"
"Or, WHAT?" Jim yelled, his face going from his usual cool and calm to furious and ferocious.
"You people are all so stupid! I hold all the cards here!" Jim went up to the man slowly and then looked to the door that lead to some stairs.
"Start walking." He demanded. The man slowly turned and walked where he was told to go. He was trembling, but continued to walk.
Jim let out a deep breath and stopped him when they got to the door.
"When you get up to the very top, you're going to see a little red box. Take the black trigger out of it and count to one hundred. Then push the button. If you fail to follow these instructions your wife dies in front of your daughter. If you try to get away, your daughter gets shipped off to the black market trading event happening tomorrow evening. Who knows what kind of people would try and buy her? Now get going." Jim tapped him on the shoulder and then turned and walked the other direction. He hopped in the elevator and listened to his headset.
"You're a bit impatient today boss." Sebastian's voice came through the ear piece.
"Bite me Seb. Just do your damn job."
"Testy."
"You know that I'm just eager for tomorrow."
"You mean tonight."
Jim rolled his eyes, but smirked a bit. Sebastian had come to know him very well over the years.
He walked out of the building and strode to the car that was waiting for him. He heard the explosion just as he was getting to the car. He didn't look up, he got in the car and chuckled when it started moving.
"What, might I ask, is so funny?" Sebastian asked
"That man. We didn't even have his family hostage or anything. He didn't ask to see them. He just blew up a building for me and died for nothing. It just baffles me that people can be that stupid."
"Yeah whatever. You bank on these people's stupidity."
Jim sat back in his seat and closed his eyes.
"He commits suicide, all evidence I was there is gone. He gets blamed for all these deaths, the person I really wanted dead is dead. It's been a good day so far."
"Jim it's almost five in the afternoon. The day is almost over."
Jim chuckled and let out a content sigh as he heard sirens heading towards the building he just blew up. He wasn't really as content as he seemed. He could just feel that something wasn't right, and he didn't like that feeling.
"You're right and I have some things I need to get done before tomorrow. Ash!" he called to his driver
"Yes, boss?"
"Drop me off at St. Barts and then follow these instructions." he said handing him a piece of paper.
"Yes sir."
Jim knew Sebastian was scoffing at him, but ignored him. He had a pathologist to go see.
Molly was at the morgue still working even though her shift had technically ended an hour earlier. There had been an explosion, some whack job had decided to commit suicide by blowing himself up on top of his work building. Horrible really. There had only been five deaths in total though which was good.
It was almost six in the evening when Sherlock came bursting through the doors.
"Molly! I need to see the body of the man who set off the explosion." He seemed more impatient and crazy than usual.
"Sherlock I'm not done with the autopsy yet, you'll have to wait a minute." She tried to sound stern, but he simply let out an exasperated sigh and looked at her with those eyes.
His stupid puppy dog eyes always made her cave.
"Fine… but I can't see anything! Table three."
He nodded his understanding and waited for a moment.
She quickly walked into her office and shut the door with a sigh. She closed her eyes and rested her forehead on the now closed door.
It had been over a month since she'd seen Jim. And she missed him.
She had a number for him, and she texted him sometimes just to make sure he was okay. He was in an ugly business and she knew it was dangerous. She wasn't an idiot.
She always got a response. The same one every single time. It just had a winky face and it was signed JM.
She wished he would call. Or at least text her first and let her know she was on his mind. She didn't feel like he even wanted her around with all this time he was gone.
Even though those flower deliveries still happened every month. Every month, and it only made the want for him to be physically with her even worse.
The fact that he was a serial killer and a sociopath probably should have made her feel better about the whole situation, because that meant he was being normal, but it just made her feel sick. She felt the tears start to come to her eyes, but she didn't let them fall.
She knew that Jim and Sherlock were fighting and something big was happening. She could feel it.
Every time she saw Sherlock she thought of Jim. What did he have planned for her friend? Why was this so hard? Why did she have to fall in love with the only person in the world that she shouldn't have fallen in love with?
Before she could think anything else there was a hand covering her mouth and an arm snaked around her waist. She jumped and tried to scream, but it was muffled enough by the hand that there was no way Sherlock heard her.
"Shh calm down, love. It's just me." The familiar Irish accent did little to calm her now racing heart.
She turned in his arms and when she looked into those impossibly dark eyes she lost it. She gripped his suit tightly and pulled him to her, hugging him close. This was about comfort and showing him she cared about him. This was to prove to herself that he still wanted her around. It was the most intimate and loving thing that she had done with him yet. Just a simple hug.
She buried her face into his shoulder and moved her arms around his neck to pull him closer to her. Jim didn't respond for a moment, but when he did it was just to hug her closer. His grip was tight and she didn't want him to ever let go.
"What are you doing here?" she asked him in a whisper that was slightly panicked and slightly relieved.
"I came to see you." He replied quietly. His eyes were closed and he just relaxed into her embrace.
He hadn't been hugged like this since he was a child. He let himself fall into it, seeing as he wouldn't see Molly Hooper again for a very long time. She pulled back to look into his eyes and began talking again. She looked weary
"Sherlock is right outside…if he knew you were here or if he finds out…"
Jim stopped her talking by tilting her chin up and gently capturing her lips with his.
Molly could tell something was different from the way he was acting. His kiss went from gentle and sweet to desperate and hard very quickly. He backed her up to the wall and pressed her into it never once breaking away from the kiss. She felt his desperation and something else as well.
Something was wrong, or something was about to happen and she could tell it wasn't good. Breathlessly she pulled away from the kiss, only to have him start kissing her face everywhere he could reach. Her nose, her cheeks, her eyes.
"J-Jim?" she sounded as out of breath as she felt. It was like the oxygen was getting in and then not doing its job.
He didn't say anything. He just kept kissing her face and as soon as he got back to her mouth he was attacking her again. She forgot about Sherlock, she forgot about them getting caught, she forgot about him being a criminal, she forgot her own name. Time seemed to slow and Jim was the only thing that mattered.
How had she fallen so far? Sunk so low as to need him?
And she did need him. Just, as she was finding out, like he needed her.
He pulled away and looked into her eyes. There were questions in them, but he knew she wouldn't ask.
"Molly," he tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, "Sherlock isn't going to catch me. And when the time comes that he does find out about this, it'll be too late. You're already mine." His voice was quiet, but absolute and she shivered a bit.
Molly put a hand on either side of his face, gently cradling his face in her hands, and whispered quietly
"I don't know what's happening, but I can tell it's going to be big. The tension is so thick you can feel it." She ran her thumbs up and down his cheeks and he didn't say anything. He just reveled in the fact that Molly, his Molly was so much smarter, and observed so much more, than anyone else knew. He put one hand over hers on his cheek and shook his head.
"What do you need?" she asked him quietly, concern in her voice.
Jim looked at her, her deep caring brown eyes seemingly staring into his soul, or rather the place his soul would be if he still had one, and he said the first thing that came into his head.
"You." His voice was so soft it scared her a bit, but there was something else in his voice. She didn't have time to figure out what else, because he kissed her again and it didn't matter.
His hands went to her lab coat and he slipped it off of her. She broke the kiss once more to get a good look at his face. His fingers played with the frills on the front of her shirt and he smiled a little at her. A real smile, something she hadn't seen from him very frequently.
She smiled back shyly and unbuttoned the top two buttons of his jacket before something crashing in the other room jolted her back into reality. She jumped and moved to get out of Jim's embrace so she could see what on earth Sherlock had broken this time, but Jim pressed up against her so she was sandwiched between him and the wall.
"I-I have to go see what that was…" she protested weakly.
"Stay." He whispered in a slightly husky voice and moved his lips to her neck. She closed her eyes and tried to even out her breathing. She groaned a little when he bit down on a sensitive spot on her neck.
"J-Jim…Sherlock is going to know what's going on…he's really g-good a-ah at figuring this stuff oh…out." She kept her eyes closed as he slowly moved a hand up her thigh.
"Then let's see if we can't outsmart the consulting detective, shall we?" his dark eyes were sparking with mischief and he smiled at her again.
Molly wanted to protest, but there was something else in his eyes. Something that told her if she said no he probably wouldn't recover. For whatever reason he needed this right now. So instead of pushing him away when he kissed her again, she pulled him closer.
Instead of telling him no and going to check on Sherlock, she slipped her hands up under his shirt and lets one rest over his heart for just a moment as the other slipped under his waistband to tease him a bit. She felt his muscles and loved the way they reacted to her touch.
He unbuttoned her shirt and undid her bra so he could play with her breasts.
She was moaning louder with each touch, and he just kissed her each time to swallow the noise. She undid the clasp on his belt and he grabbed her hands. He forced them above her head and kissed her again when she started to protest.
"Shh, Molly dear. We don't want anyone to hear us now do we? You're being very naughty, darling. Sex in your office? Tsk tsk." He was smiling at her and she just wrapped her legs around him and rocked her hips against his. They both moaned at the same time.
Molly loved the way his eyes seemed to get darker. She loved the way he got more rougher in his actions.
Still holding her arms above her head with one hand, he reached down with the other to pull down her pants and underwear in one move. She gasped when her now naked bottom half hit the cold wall as he pressed himself closer to her.
Jim pushed his pants down next, but as slowly as he could, all the while looking into Molly's eyes. He watched her chest move up and down a little faster as he teased her more. He memorized the places she blushed and how red she got. He leaned forward and kissed from the tip of her blush all the way to the bottom of it. She whimpered when he shifted and his cock pressed just above where she wanted it. She closed her eyes and leaned back against the wall completely.
"J-Jim…"
He kissed her once gently, then pulled back just enough to whisper
"Say you're mine."
Molly opened her eyes and stared into his. His eyes kept flickering from her eyes to her mouth and she said quietly.
"I'm yours. Only yours."
She moaned when he slipped inside her. He kissed her again, this time harder.
Molly knew he wasn't usually this soft and gentle with her and while she was a little scared to know why he was being this way, she also thought it was nice. Not the jumping her in her office part, just the being gentle with her part.
She would have to tell him that this wasn't going to happen again, because she could lose her job if anyone found out. But that was only after she was done with him thrusting inside her and holding her as tightly to him as he physically was able.
His grip on her hands loosened and she moved them to his hair and shoulder to keep herself anchored. She tried to hold on as long as she could, but after so long without seeing him she wasn't going to last very long. He had one hand cupping her face and the other was holding up her leg on his side so he could get a better angle.
Molly said his name in something a little louder than a whisper and he quickly kissed her again. If Sherlock Holmes heard them and was mean to Molly about it again he was going to shoot him right then and there.
Jim bit her lip to keep from making any noise himself when they finally were pushed over the edge.
They slowed down their movements and stayed linked for what seemed like an eternity. They were both breathing heavily.
Molly could barely feel her legs as she slowly slid them down and stood up on her own. Jim gave her a few more kisses and then reluctantly pulled back to get dressed once again. He watched her re-do the clasp on her bra and then button up her shirt. She pulled her clothes back on and tried to get her hair back to what it was before. Jim moved her hands away from her hair and then did it himself because she was getting nowhere on her own.
He kissed her after she thanked him and then he helped her back into the lab-coat.
"Go see what Sherlock Holmes is doing in your lab. Damn him, he's such a bother." Jim kissed her again and she just looked at him with a concerned smile.
"Okay…hey um Jim?" she walked to the door and then looked back to him. He looked to her expectantly.
"Don't do anything stupid." She said in a quiet but firm voice.
Jim shook his head
"Never."
She had the overwhelming feeling to stay with him. She wanted to. She wanted to grab him and take him with her home and just keep him there with her.
"Off you go now, my Molly Hooper."
She blushed at that and then nodded
"I'll see you later then."
He didn't respond and instead he just went to her and kissed her again. He whispered
"You're mine," and then opened the door for her so she was forced to walk out or it would seem weird. She closed it behind her and felt an ache in her heart for a reason she couldn't explain. She wanted to know why he kept telling her that she was his. Didn't he know that she knew that?
She cleared her throat and went to go see what Sherlock was doing.
Jim watched as she walked into the lab and he smoothed his hair back a little. He didn't know why he felt this ache. What was going on with him? He didn't usually feel anything at all.
He didn't like it.
All he knew was that Molly Hooper not being in his life for the next little while wasn't what he wanted. Sherlock Holmes was going to die, but so was he for a little while. For this plan to work out and his empire to grow quietly for the next little while he needed to stay so far underground that most of his followers thought he was gone. Molly couldn't know about him being alive either.
He slipped out of the hospital and back into the car that was waiting for him. He put his earpiece back in and listened for a moment to Sebastian's screaming.
"Jim! What did I tell you about taking out your earpiece?! Sherlock bloody Holmes was right next to you that entire time! You could have been caught and then you and Molly would have had a hell of a time trying to be together after that!"
Jim rolled his eyes and sighed
"Seb I know what I'm doing. I've been doing it for a while now." He heard the sniper let out a frustrated sigh.
"Right. You're the genius here."
Jim heard the sarcasm and decided to ignore him. He just stared out the window while he was driven to his base.
Tomorrow his games were over. Tomorrow started a whole new game and he just wished, for once, that Molly Hooper wasn't on the side of the angels. He wished he could bring her down with him.
