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Chapter Ten
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Molly inhaled and exhaled slowly as her brain started functioning properly once more. She blinked, once, then again, trying ti figure out if he. . .If Sherlock had actually. . . kissed her.
"Oh my god." She finally squeaked. "I'm dreaming, right? I'm still asleep on the couch. There's no way He'd kiss me." She pinched her arm hard to reaffirm her conclusion, and repeated the action when she didn't wake up.
"Oh my god. I'm awake. He just. . ." she turned a deep shade of red, and licked her lips, still feeling him there, even though he had walked out at least five minutes ago.
Molly shook her head, clearing her jumbled thoughts. "Enough Molly, it's no big deal. . .he's just. . .bored, that's it. But bored people don't kiss other people. Especially not Sherlock. But he just did." Molly groaned, and, clutching her knees to her chest, fell sideways on the couch so she laid down.
She stayed like that for a while, just thinking. There was no way she'd be able to look at him again without turning scarlet. Even the thought had her blushing.
She was brought from her thoughts by a ringing sound coming from the bathroom.
"Wha. . .oh." She sighed, recalling her cell phone was in her pants from yesterday. . .the ones currently splattered with another man's blood. And now it was ringing. And she had to answer it, or whoever was texting would worry, because she always replied.
Sighing, she stood, and walked to the bathroom to retrieve it. She hovered over the pile, her nose wrinkling from the awful scent. There was something different about smelling blood that was dried on your own clothes rather than smelling it during an autopsy. Still, she had to get her phone, so she sucked up the nerve, and pulled it form her pants pocket. Cringing slightly, she picked up the clothes and tossed them into the rubbish bin. She'd never wear them again anyways.
Finally, she looked down at her phone, and saw a notice for two new texts.
She checked who had sent them as she returned to her former position on the couch, and her eyes got wide. It was Sherlock. Sherlock, who had just left, was texting her. Why?
She opened the first one, which read:
May be gone a while. Stay put until I come back. - SH
Molly rolled her eyes. Where would she go? Certainty not anywhere she actually knew, considering their current situation. He had effectively stranded her here.
She opened the next one, thinking it was another reminder of some sort, but what it actually read shocked her.
I apologize. I would like to discuss my actions when I return. I don't know why I acted as I did. - SH
Her cheeks lit up once more. So, definitely not some dream or figment of her imagination then. Still, she couldn't not reply to either of them. When she finally did, she giggled a bit, considering her texting seemed much more confident than she felt.
Don't be sorry, I'm not. I'll wait for you here. Be safe. - Molls xx
Molly put her phone aside, and laid back down on the couch, purposely dangling her feet over one of the arm rests. It almost felt like home, she mused. All she needed was one of her books, a glass of red wine, and Toby curled up on her stomach.
Okay, that was a lie. At home, she wasn't waiting for Sherlock to come back. At home, she didn't get kissed by Sherlock. At home, her best friend was a four-legged feline, and her biggest entertainment was watching Glee, and singing along to the songs.
Yeah, this definitely wasn't home.
Sighing restlessly, Molly turned on her side, and decided to take another nap. With nothing to do, she might as well sleep, and wait for Sherlock to get back. He'd probably wake her up when he came back. That would be lovely.
So, with another sigh, she closed her eyes, and drifted off, thoughts of the kiss floating around her mind.
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Molly was awakened a few hours later to the front door opening, as she thought. "Hmm." She mumbled peacefully. "Sherlock, what time is it?"
"Guess again, Little Mouse." a sickly familiar voice said.
Oh no. Molly thought, sitting bolt upright as she scrambled to face the door, and find her gun, which was nowhere in sight. Sherlock must have put it somewhere without telling her. she faintly remembered dropping it after it fired, but not what happened to it after.
"Tsk tsk, is that any way to greet your guests?" Jim Moriarty scolded with a grin, reading her thoughts from her actions.
Molly paused, half on half off the couch, and stared at Moriarty, her eyes wide as she tried to think of something to say. "What are you doing here?" she finally said, her voice shaking.
"Oh, you know." he answered coyly, pulling a pocket knife from his pocket. He walked closer, and Molly stumbled away, much to his amusement.
He cocked an eyebrow at her, and smirked. "Now now, no need for that, I just want to be comfortable." He said, obviously enjoying her fear. He sat down in a chair, and began cleaning his fingernails with the blade. "You know, you're more trouble than I thought you'd be Little Mouse." he said after a few moments of silence, raising his eyes to hers.
Molly shivered. If she ever thought Sherlock's dark eyes were scary, that was downright cuddly compared to the look Moriarty gave her as his eyes skimmed over her.
"I didn't do anything." Molly said, trying to make a stand for herself.
"DON'T." Moriarty suddenly screamed, jumping to his feet. "Don't lie to me. I know you helped Sherlock live, I know you killed my messenger. That doesn't seem like nothing, now does it Mousy Molly?" He taunted, taking a few slow steps closer.
"But that can be forgiven, because I still need you. Sherlock's once again missed the most important part of the game." He smirked wickedly as Molly rapidly backed herself into a corner. No where to run Little Mouse.
"What part?" Molly asked. "He knows about Robin Hood, and he's going to find the rest of the poem, and he'll end this." She spoke confidently, knowing, hoping, it was true.
Moriarty simply chuckled. "Stupid Little Mouse, you're ordinary, just like everyone else. You don't see the whole picture. Tell me," he said, standing a mere foot away from her, still playing with the pocket knife, "Has Sherlock discovered everyone's roles yet?"
Molly swallowed, then nodded. "Yes, he has."
"Good, then he'll know who Maid Marian is. I wonder then, why Sherlock's not protecting her." Moriarty grinned, running the knife down the side her her cheek gently as she shook with fear.
"T-there is n-no Maid M-Marian." She retorted quietly, her eyes trying their best to keep the knife in sight
He chucked darkly. "Wro-ong" he said in a sing song voice. "And he'll find that out soon enough."
Before Molly could react to stop him, Moriarty jammed something into her arm - a needle - and injected it's contents into her before stepping away. Whatever it was, it acted fast. Her vision blurred, and despite her best efforts, finally went black. Her last image was of two men walking in through the front door, and Moriarty's voice saying, "Load Maid Marian up."
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Moriarty watched coldly as his men carried Molly out of the apartment. This was revenge, plain and simple, on her, and on Sherlock. After all, he had said he'd burn the heart out of him. He should have known that his heart really wasn't in him at all. Of course, how could he, when Sherlock didn't even know yet?
He chuckled. Oh, this would be a fun game indeed.
With the blade of his pocket knife, he carved IOU into every wall of the living room, and then finally, on the coffee table as well.
He smirked, looking around at his handy work. It had been so easy to erase any way of finding the poem without the full verse. Finally, there was just one thing left to do. He pulled out his cellphone, and with a blocked number, texted Sherlock the last stanza, as well as a little taunting message.
'Some stealing away on Crusades' You know Robin, You really should watch your Maiden more closely. You never know when Guy may come for his lost love. - J
That finished, he followed his men, leaving the apartment empty of life, his game truly beginning.
DUN DUN DUN Chapter Ten is done!
The next chapter will be what Sherlock was up to during all of this, up until he gets Moriarty's text :3
Rocking the Redhead and Renaissancebooklover108: Of course he was wrong :3 Maid Marian, in the versions I've read at least, was engaged to Guy of Gisbourne, but not wanting to marry him, she runs away, eventually finding and falling in love with Robin despite her betrothal to Guy. She is apparently a spy for Robin among the courts, and sometimes she is even one of his Merry Men, disguised as a boy. Some people claim that she is actually one of his most famous men, Will Scarlet.
superwholock01: (BTW, I love yur URL :3) I'm so glad you're addicted hehe XD I hope this chapter through you for a loop. Can;t let this story get boring all of a sudden.
AdaYuki: Ask and thou shalt receive :3
For the issue with the gun, I've been contacted and have found that Molly could own a gun, just not the type I said XD With a license, she could own a Ruger MK III, a type of .22. I said it was a 9MM, which is apparently illegal, but let's pretend I said the Ruger. . . Whoops XD. no more problems I hope, hehe :3
I leave for my sister's today, so may not post the next chapter for a bit, but it will come out.
Until Next Time!