When I got back to my flat, I just sat on my couch, thinking about what I had taken part in. What just happened? I thought to myself. My mind went over everything that had happened. I couldn't believe that Moriarty brushed it off so easily, after all he killed someone! I sat there the rest of the day and then I fell asleep right there.

The next day, I wasn't feeling too well, my mind was heavy with guilt and I was feeling sick. I texted him saying that I wasn't feeling well and that I wouldn't be going to work that day.

What's wrong Molls? Catch a cold from sitting out in the rain yesterday? ~ JM

No. I just have a horrible headache and my stomach feels nauseous ~ MH And I feel incredibly guilty I added mentally.

If it was because of the murder, don't feel bad, you'll get used to it. ~ JM Get used to it! How could I get used to it!

But since it was your first time, I'll let you off of this one. But I can't do it all the time, after all this is what you signed up for. ~ JM

Thank you ~ MH My hands shook as I sent it text.

I was relieved that he said yes. I wasn't sure if I could have made it through the day without crying. All day long I sat on the couch, in my pajamas, and I watched the news even though I knew what would be on it. I interchanged from numbness to crying horribly. I eventually cried myself to sleep.

When I got up the next morning, I felt different. I felt dry, refreshed, and light headed. I felt as if I had cried out all of my sorrow and replacing it was an empty space waiting to be filled. It was weird, I should have felt like I did the day before; sad, guilty, but I didn't. I guess that something clicked in my head while I slept, or maybe I had come to accept the fact that I had chosen a life of crime and that being criminal meant seeing and doing bad things.

"Well you're in a good mood today." Moriarty commented when I had gotten in the car.

"James, I thought about what you said last night and I realized that I do need to get used to it. I chose to be a criminal and being a criminal has some hardships. But hardships are easy to overcome, since I'm a criminal."

"My, my it seems like little Miss Molly Hooper had herself an epiphany last night. Congratulations!" He clapped and smiled at me. I smiled back and I knew, from that day on, that I was in for a ride.


After two crime filled months, Moriarty came in with a surprise. It was the end of the day and I was finishing up a project I was working on when he came into the lab with a girl. She looked about 17 and around 5'5 in height. She had short brown hair and light tan skin. He most striking feature was her eyes; they were icy blue.

"Good morning, Molly." Molly? He never called me that in front of other people. Unless...

"Good morning." I said and took a sip of tea that I had nearby.

"This is our new recruit. Her name is Rachael Dalton and no, she has to relation to Mrs. Dalton."

"Hello Rachael." I said.

"Hi." She replied back. She had a medium voice, it wasn't too high, but wasn't too deep either.

"I'm going to be going on a business trip for a week and I thought that you might need an assistant."

"Yes, thank you." He is being generous.

"Well, pack up and I will drop you two off. Oh and she will be staying with you as well."

"Ok." I hope I have room. I looked at Rachael and our eyes met. She had a twinkle in her eyes that told me that she was either going to be my best friend or my worst enemy.