Author's Note: I am so sorry that I haven't updated in like 3 weeks. I didn't know what to write. Also, school. Sorry for that! I hope you like this even though it is super short(I hate short chapters). Please don't hurt me.
By around 5 am, Moriarty had prepared pancakes, eggs, bacon, sausage, homemade orange juice, tea, coffee, and toast. The aromas from each item filled the flat.
"I never took you for the cooking type." Molly said with a yawn.
"Well, a criminal like myself has to be able to cook. I'd expected to always be on my own." He replied without looking up.
"You could probably end world hunger with all of this food!" Molly joked. He chuckled.
"But, I won't. I'm just going to end our hunger." He tried joking back. Molly gave an awkward smile.
Moriarty placed 2 extremely large, porcelain plates on the small, round table. It was covered with a cream-colored tablecloth, along with a vase of roses.
He pulled out her chair for her, and she sat.
"Thank you." She said, looking up. He kissed her cheek.
"You're welcome." After he put out the silverware, he began to transfer the food from the counter to the table.
He sat, and they began to serve themselves. Molly took a small amount of food, so small, it made Jim wonder if he had made too much. "Is something the matter?" He asked.
Molly eyed her plate. "Oh, no! No, I'm just not that hungry." She stammered.
He gave an apologetic smile.
"I didn't mean to call you out or anything, it just seems like you're not eating enough." He said truthfully.
The pair ate their meals, and Molly decided she had to head out, but not before she helped Jim clean up.
"Can I help clean anything?" Molly asked.
"I thought you had to go to work." Jim turned on the faucet to clean the dishes. Molly shuffled over to him.
"I can't just leave you here with all of this to do." She told him, rolling up her sweater's sleeves.
Jim moved slightly to the left to allow Molly access to the sink. The pair stood side-by-side washing the dishes. At some point, Moriarty had shifted so he was behind Molly, guiding her hands as they washed the large frying pan.
Molly dropped the pan in the sink, slipped her hands from his, and turned around slowly. This confused him, but he decided to just go with it.
Just as he was about to speak, she stood on her toes and kissed him lightly, catching him by surprise.
"Thanks." She smiled. "…F-for breakfast! Thank you for breakfast." She said. Molly didn't have anything with her, so she put on her shoes, and headed for the door. Moriarty broke out of his daze and remembered something.
"Wait, Molly, I've got something of yours." He called to her. She turned around puzzled, and watched him sprint into his bedroom.
Moriarty threw open the doors to his walk-in closet, and took out the purple cardigan. He then returned into the living area.
"This is yours. You left it here one of the times you spent the night." He handed her the sweater.
"The button isn't missing anymore, and the hole has been mended." She smiled. "Thank you Jim." She kissed his cheek. "That was sweet of you."
He smiled back, and said nothing as she turned and disappeared out the door.
"Little miss Molly Hooper." He smirked. "Always so predictable."