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When Sherlock Holmes didn't get a text from Molly after twenty minutes he told Greg and John—who both were hiding out with him about a block away from the flat—that he was going in.
"Sherlock I saw her inside myself, and she probably hasn't texted you because you were an utter git to her before she went home!" Greg was a little irritated that he was basically on a stake out with these idiots when Molly was perfectly safe.
"Come on John, let's go." Sherlock said absentmindedly as he began to walk toward her flat.
"Sorry Greg. He won't shut up about this until we go and check on her." John shrugged before going after his best friend.
"Sherlock, mate, are you sure you're not just worried because you have feelings for Molly? Maybe you should just tell her and then have her move in with you. It'd make this a lot easier."
"John I can't ever tell her that she's more important than just a friend to me. It'll make her a target forever. I'm not doing it." He knocked on the door to her flat and waited a few seconds.
"Molly?" he called out rather loudly.
They waited a moment, but there was no answer.
"Molly, its Sherlock and John!" John tried and they listened for another few seconds.
Sherlock felt the wave of panic run through him and before he could even think about his actions he was trying to open the door. He found it wasn't locked, which is a very un-Molly thing to do, and he walked in.
His blood ran cold and he felt a chill go through him. He entered and looked around the dark flat. There were no lights on and he felt like something had just stabbed him through the heart.
"Molly?" John called into the flat tentatively.
Sherlock cursed under his breath
"She's not here John." He flipped the lights on and they both winced at what they saw.
On the wall in red writing it said
"I. O. U." surrounded by an apple shape.
Sherlock looked around the flat for any useful information.
Keys dropped on the floor, she must have been startled. Just barely taken when she got inside. Things fallen off the now askew table. She had fought back then.
Sherlock closed his eyes and clenched his fists. She must have been terrified.
"Moriarty was here before she was. He was waiting."
Sherlock whirled around and punched the wall.
"He took my pathologist." He was all but growling.
John walked into the living room and stopped when he saw the envelope
"Sherlock? You might want to see this."
The consulting detective was at the doctor's side quickly. He opened the package once determining that it wasn't going to harm anyone.
There was a note inside of it.
Every good old fashioned story needs a damsel in distress
Will the hero get to her in time or is she already too far gone?
-JM
Sherlock read the note twice in case he missed something.
"Damn!" he whirled around and all but ran back to where Greg was still waiting.
"She's gone."
"What?! But we've been here since I dropped her off. No one reported anything from behind the building. How did they get out without us seeing them?"
Sherlock shook his head
"It doesn't matter! Moriarty is already starting a new game and if we don't play Molly could very well die. Get your best officers together. We're going to need to utilize everyone. Even Anderson and Donovan." He pulled his phone out and made quick work of dialing a number he loathed using.
Sherlock took a deep breath and spoke quietly when the other person answered the phone.
"He took Molly."
John and Greg's eye both went wide as Sherlock spoke once more
"I need you to help me get her back. Yes. Thank you…Mycroft." He hung up the phone and John had an almost surprised look about him.
"You're asking for his help?"
"They have Molly, John." He stated simply and rubbed his temples.
"We're going back to Baker Street. I need to think. Call us if anything turns up Lestrade." He turned and started walking to the street to hail a cab.
John followed quickly after him, knowing that he should definitely not be alone right now.
"Sherlock," the doctor paused for a moment, "are you going to be alright?"
The detective didn't answer right away and when he did it wasn't his usual arrogant-self talking
"I don't know John. I'm not sure what game Moriarty is playing. What if he's already killed her?"
"Don't say that. She's a strong and clever girl I'm sure she'll be helping us find her as soon as Moriarty makes his first move. We will find her." John sounded about as confident as Sherlock felt at that moment.
The ride to Baker Street was silent.
When Molly opened her eyes the first thing she noticed was that her head was killing her. She immediately shut her eyes once more and groaned.
Chemicals had never mixed well with her. Quite frankly, she hated all forms of sedatives because they made her feel like this.
After a few moments of gathering her strength she opened those eyes again. The room wasn't too bright which helped her recover a little faster. It was a rather spacious room, she was in a king size bed that had black silky feeling sheets on it. Her body felt heavy like she'd been on a little too much morphine after a surgery and she could barely remember how to move.
Her brain reminded her of what had transpired before she was forced unconscious. Big, unfamiliar hands had covered her mouth and strong arms had grabbed her. Sebastian had been the one to speak to her, she knew that much, and he was in so much trouble.
Pushing up with her arms she slid up into a sitting position. She whimpered slightly at the aching that it caused her head and then froze when she heard a small chuckle. She was in full panic mode, even though the one who kidnapped her was Jim. Instinctively she recoiled away from the sound.
"W-Who's there?" she croaked out in a shaky voice, not realizing how hoarse her voice would be. She sounded scared and she didn't want to.
She turned towards the voice and immediately glared when he stepped out of the shadows.
"You don't react well to chloroform. Or morphine." The criminal said with a slightly amused smile. His hands were in his pockets and he looked completely relaxed like everything was going right in his world.
"You complete and utter bastard." She muttered under her breath. He got an offended look on his face and put a hand over his heart in mock offense
"I'm sorry that you're not feeling well because of it, but there is no need to get upset with me. I wasn't the one who drugged you."
"No but I'm willing to bet you were the one who ordered the other people to do it. Get Sebastian in here after I'm done kicking your ass and I'll kick his!" she rubbed her temples lightly and heard another chuckle from Jim which was really starting to irritate her.
"You're cranky when you've been drugged. It's a little adorable."
Molly's eyes snapped open and she took a deep breath. She looked to Jim who was giving her that smile that she could almost never resist.
"What did you do to Sherlock?" her voice was firm but quiet as she addressed him.
"Nothing yet. I'm actually sending him on a little adventure as we speak." He walked over to her side of the bed and gently moved her hair from her face before looking into her eyes, his own eyes flickering to her lips for a split second.
"Well you seem to be recovering from the drugs better now that you're awake."
She was struggling not to just forgive him, lean up and kiss him. He was so close to her she felt his body heat. She had to swallow before speaking again.
"How long was I asleep?"
"About six hours." Jim replied smoothly and took a seat next to her on the bed.
"Do you like the room? I picked the biggest one for us." He was making conversation with her like he hadn't just drugged and kidnapped her.
"Are you kidding me right now Jim? You kidnapped me and expect me to just be okay with it?" she moved around him and stood up. Her hands were in fists and she placed them on her hips as she turned to glare at him. Her head was hurting a bit, and she had to take a deep breath to keep from laying right back down. He was smirking just a bit and it only fueled her anger.
"Take me home." She demanded.
"Oh. You've gotten a lot more demanding since I left. There's a nice aggressive edge to your sweetness now. I like it." He clasped his hands together while he spoke like a child getting a present on Christmas. Molly couldn't help but think it was the most adorable, and most annoying, thing she'd ever seen him do.
"Jim! Take me home! John and Greg are probably all freaking out and worried to death! You need to get me back to…"
Jim was standing right in front of her before she could finish her thought and she stumbled back a step with a gasp, almost falling, but he grabbed her and forced her body against his.
"No can do Molly. You're staying right here with me. I've been gone for two years and I'm not about to give you back to Sherlock Holmes when that's exactly what he wants. He wants something of mine, and he can't have it." His eyes were colder than she'd ever remembered them and she didn't like it.
"Jim you have to take me home." She was starting to be just slightly scared of what he was going to do with her.
"Molly I can't just take you home," He put a hand on her cheek and rolled his eyes at her, his tone of voice told her that he thought she was being stupid which wasn't helping her want to forgive him, "you've been kidnapped and I'd be the worst kidnapper in the world if I just let you go. We have a reputation to uphold my dear. I wanted to have a pleasant experience and to enjoy being together, but you're being so very difficult."
He picked her up and took her back to the bed.
Molly tried her hardest to stay angry, but he was still holding her close to him and those side effects still hadn't completely worn off.
Jim sat her down and then grabbed a bottle of water from the side table. With a smile he unscrewed the lid and handed it to her.
"It'll make you feel better, my dear." He said and stuck his hands in his pockets.
She didn't have to be a doctor to know that was true, but this was Jim Moriarty she was sort of involved with so she could never be too careful.
"You take a sip first…"
Jim looked at her and suddenly a very impressed smile graced his face.
"My dear sweet Molly Hooper, do you not trust me to want to take care of you? That's a bit harsh. Although I have to say your new boldness and attention to details has me curious as to what happened while I was away. You'd have just eaten out of my hand before I died."
Molly cocked her head to the side and stared into his eyes.
"You were gone. Sherlock was gone. The two people I care about most in the whole world abandoned me. So yeah, I'm not as trusting as I once was. Plus you kidnapped me!" she added with a huff. She handed it back to him and clasped her hands together on her lap.
"Go on then. Take a drink of the water, please."
Noting that she said please and that the old Molly…his Molly was showing through, he did as she asked and took a small sip from the bottle.
"Happy? Now drink."
Molly took the bottle back and once she started she realized how thirsty she was. She let out a small sigh when she was done with the entire bottle and looked up to see Jim staring at her again.
It wasn't as intense as before, but he kept looking at her.
"I really need you to take me home, please." She tried again in a small voice.
Rolling his eyes, the consulting criminal held out a hand for her to take. Almost instantly she took his hand and he yanked her up and into his body.
"I'm not taking you home. So either come to terms with it and enjoy this, or I'll have to tie you up." His eyes travelled down and he looked over her, checking her out in a not so subtle way.
"Not that I'd object to that."
Molly's eyes widened slightly and the blush that came to her cheeks, while small, was noticed by the criminal. Before he could say anything else, however; Sebastian was knocking on the slightly ajar door.
"Boss? That call you wanted is set up in the other room."
"Perfect timing Sebastian. Keep an eye on Molly so I can take that." He pecked Molly's lips before she could respond, let her go, spun around and was across the room and out the door before anyone could protest.
"Careful," he called over his shoulder, "she bites now." They both heard the smirk in his voice.
Molly looked at Sebastian and then folded her arms.
"I don't know whether to be furious with you for kidnapping me, or thank you for saving my life when Tom tried to kill me." She looked down slightly and rubbed her arm with one hand before looking back up at him
"I'm more upset at the moment, because you actually kidnapped me, drugged me and all."
"I'd apologize, but I'm not sorry." He said with a slight shrug of his shoulders. He walked closer to her and continued talking.
"If we'd asked you to come with us to make Sherlock Holmes think you were kidnapped, just so Jim could make him suffer you'd have said no and this kidnapping would have happened anyway."
Molly opened her mouth to reply, but she couldn't find the words because she just found out what Jim was doing. If she was being honest with herself it wasn't that out of character, but she didn't like it at all. There was a burst of anger and frustration that made its way through her normally calm and sweet exterior.
"No he's not!" Molly stormed over to the door, but Seb blocked her path.
"He's just playing another game Molly. It's what he does."
"Move! I'm not being part of his game! No way in hell are people going to suffer and die because of me!"
He moved and intercepted her again as she moved to get out of the room. His mouth was set in a firm line that told Molly she was going to have to try harder.
"You can't leave Moll. And until you are calm enough to not scream or try and run away, you have to stay in here."
"Out of the way Sebastian. My anger isn't directed towards you at the moment but it will be if you don't bugger off!" she was shaking from frustration. She never used to get this angry, it was a new experience for her. Sebastian rolled his eyes and folded his arms.
"Molly, no offense, but I think I can take you. You might be angry, but not enough to actually cause any damage."
Molly looked at him for a moment, turned around like she was going to walk away, only to then reel back around and punch him in the face. Seb yelped in surprise and took one step back. Molly booked it out the door as soon as he was out of the way.
Not knowing where to go she started to call out to Jim
"You are not using me to get to Sherlock again Jim Moriarty or so help me you're going to wish you'd actually died on that rooftop!" she yelled. As she came to the end of a hall and had to choose left or right she stopped for just a second.
Before she got too far down the left hall, Sebastian was grabbing her from behind and dragging her back into the room.
"That wasn't cool, Hooper!" he growled at her angrily as he fastened her to the chair he was pinning her to.
"Let me go!" she struggled against his hold to no avail.
"I didn't want to tie you up, but you're being difficult! Where did all this anger and passion come from? You used to be so complacent. Punching people in the face? That's not you Molly."
He finished tying her hands behind her back and her feet just in case and looked at her face. She was glaring at him, but he could see tears in her eyes.
Jim was going to kill him for making Molly cry, even if he was just following orders.
"Molly, please don't!"
"Y-You kidnapped me…" she didn't want to cry, but everything that had been happening was just too much. Jim comes back and her world becomes chaotic again.
But she'd also never felt so alive.
It wasn't the easiest thing to deal with.
"J-Jim had me kidnapped. He's u-using me to get to S-Sherlock…he keeps saying that I'm h-his. But he's b-been gone…I don't even know if we're…t-together or if I'm just a toy for him. He's never kidnapped me before. He made me think he was d-dead for t-two years. He's never been s-so cold. I just…want to go home." She was taking in breaths between each sentence trying to control her emotions. Heaven knew she just wanted to break down and cry and she probably couldn't stop it this time.
Molly closed her eyes tightly and felt as a few tears escaped down her cheeks. All that could be heard in the room was a few sniffles and sighs. She was close to sobs and Sebastian knew he needed to do something before Jim came back and he got in trouble. A small wave of panic shot through him as her body started shaking almost violently. He went to her and knelt down beside her.
"Molly you have to stop crying. Jim won't be happy if you're upset. He's completely…"
"I'm completely what Sebastian?"
Seb cursed under his breath and let out a breath as Jim walked over and surveyed the scene. The sniper stood up and quickly moved back.
"Completely going to kill me because your girlfriend is upset and crying on my watch." He muttered and took five steps back. He ran a hand over his face and tried to think of the worst thing that Jim would do to him. He didn't like what his brain came up with.
"I'm guessing she's been holding this in and you restraining her didn't help with that." Jim said calmly and walked over to them.
"I knew I'd have to deal with tears eventually."
Jim went to Molly's side and gently undid the restraints on her feet and then around her arms. He pulled her into his arms and Sebastian took the hint. He walked out of the room and shut the door tightly behind him. He didn't want to be around for what happened next.
Molly buried her head into his shoulder and silently cried into him. Jim picked her up like she didn't weigh a thing and walked over to the bed and sat down with her on his lap.
"You know I'm not used to this." He said nonchalantly. He had expected her tears and was prepared to deal with them. One of his hands was on the back of her head, holding her to him and stroking her hair lightly.
"Having someone that cares about me. And someone I feel like I have to protect from others. I can't say that I like it. These feelings. I considered getting rid of you, because I thought maybe it would get rid of the feelings. But…I was away for two years and all I could think about was you. You're quite the distraction."
Molly felt the crying stop and the exhaustion set in. After sniffling a few times she nuzzled into his shoulder and started talking.
"Then get rid of me." She whispered and took in a deep breath. This was always what he smelled like. She'd missed it so much.
"I'm not helping you focus on work. And you said Sherlock wants to take me from you. So why not make it easy on yourself."
Jim's arms tightened around her to the point that she was almost in pain hand he spoke harshly.
"You are never to speak like that around me again, do you understand? You are mine. I didn't spend the last few years away from you, to get my criminal empire tighter and less likely to be taken down by a detective in a stupid hat, just to come back and get rid of you. You are never getting away from me ever again. Sherlock Holmes thinks he can have you, but he is mistaken." His voice was angry and firm. He held her to him for a few minutes in silence. His voice calmed down and was back to his normal cool and collected tone as he spoke again.
"I'm very protective of my property."
Molly's breathing hitched and she pulled back slightly to look at him.
"J-Jim I…."
"It's my turn to speak now." He may have been speaking softly but she knew if she interrupted him she'd be in trouble.
"I heard you with Seb, you know." He said with a humorless chuckle.
"When I say that you are mine, it's my way of saying that we're together. And until further notice we're to be together indefinitely. I am not sharing you with Sherlock Holmes, or Tom, or anyone." Molly felt his anger grow with every word he said. The way his voice tightened made her think that anyone who got in the way of her and him would get killed. She shuddered a little at that thought.
Pulling slightly on his lapels, she pulled herself closer to him and closed her eyes.
"I haven't been using you to get to Sherlock Holmes. You are not just a toy to me. For whatever reason you're my sentiment. You're my heart. Since whatever is left of the actual thing isn't much use in the sense of feeling." He used one hand and tipped her chin up until she opened her eyes and looked at him. He stared into those caring brown eyes and a feeling of….something he didn't recognize came washing through him.
When he spoke again it was in a whisper and it was more vulnerable than anything she had ever heard from him before.
"I'm going to give you one chance to leave Molly Hooper, one chance to get out of this. And if you take it I promise you'll never see me again. I'll disappear from your life." He gave her a small smile and she looked deep into his eyes. He had basically just told her she was the most important person in the world to him. Her heart had never been so full or broken for someone.
She remembered before, when she wanted to love him. When she wanted to be that person he could learn to love.
"If not then you're signing up to be with me until we die. And I'm not giving up what I do, so you'll be signing up to be with a very powerful criminal." he softly moved her hair away from her face with his hand. She felt the electricity move from his fingertips to her cheek and her entire body warmed up at this small touch.
A small gasp left her lips as those feelings over whelmed her.
She leaned up hesitantly and kissed him gently. He pulled her tighter against him and let out a small growl of approval. She gripped onto him and moved so she was straddling him and had better access to his mouth.
His arm around her waist pulled her as close as he could. His mouth moved with hers.
She had one hand in his hair and the other went to his jacket buttons to undo them.
When they broke apart, and only to breathe, Jim moved his lips to her neck and latched on to that one sensitive spot on her neck he knew would drive her crazy.
Her breathing was heavy as she whispered
"I'm not going anywhere. You have a reputation to uphold and letting me go would not be the best course of action to keep that up." She groaned when he bit down on her neck and sucked hard enough to leave a mark.
"Jim..." the breathy way she said his name just urged him to kick it up a notch.
Jim's hand made its way to her hair and pulled out the hairband. His other hand helped push off her jacket.
"You mean we have a reputation to uphold. You're my queen now and you're in this with me." His mouth formed a smirk against her neck.
"You'd better be up to the challenge Molly Hooper." His voice said all fun and games but she could feel how happy he was that she was staying.
"I've always wanted to wear a crown." She said in a slight daze. His hands were still moving and she couldn't think straight. He laughed against her skin at her response and she felt her heart soar. She almost never heard his genuine laugh, and she savored every time she got to hear it.
How did she come to be the one exception to Jim Moriarty? Why wasn't he changing his mind about her?
She didn't get to think much about it because he was kissing her again.
He pulled her lips back to his and instead of unbuttoning her shirt he ripped the piece of clothing open and pulled it off her. She gasped and broke away from the kiss. She didn't remember him being this strong and, though she didn't want to admit it, it was turning her on a bit.
"Jim…!"
He pulled her body against his and stood up with her in his arms. Turning them around, he all but threw her on the bed and settled himself between her legs.
"Don't worry, love. I have a whole wardrobe for you here that I picked out myself." His eyes told her he was very proud of himself.
She pulled a face that was half pout-half scowl, but he kissed it right off of her.
Their hands were moving again. Jim swiftly pulled her pants down and off her, and then threw them across the room. He took his time admiring and teasing her breasts before he removed her bra slowly. She groaned in frustration when he did little more than tease her and didn't give her what she really wanted.
Molly took her time unbuttoning every last button on his suit and peeling each article off him slowly. She seemed to be trying to make him pay for ripping her shirt off her. While he admired her attempt, he was the master at this game.
He took hold of her underwear and ripped those off her as well. The gasp that followed made his already hard cock even harder.
Molly had her eyes shut and was breathing heavily as his mouth worked against her skin.
"That should not be a-as attractive as it… nnng is. Stop ripping my clothes!" she panted out around her moans of pleasure.
Jim's chuckle in response was right by her breast and it did wonders to her entire body.
Once she'd recovered enough from that to actually reciprocate she got to work taking his pants off him.
It wasn't difficult, as he helped her with this task and soon they were both naked and wanting more.
Molly pulled his face back to hers and kissed him with all the admiration and anger, love and lust, passion and patience that she had for him. She felt the tears escape before she could do anything about it. But Jim gently moved his lips to her eyes and kissed away the tears
"No more of that, darling. You're with me now and I'm not letting you go again."
Pulling his mouth back to hers, she kissed him and felt him smile against her.
She couldn't respond to him because he was thrusting inside her and she was moaning his name. The tears all by forgotten.
Jim took his time building up her pleasure and set a steady pace that was driving Molly crazy.
"Go f-faster!" she pleaded and he complied.
Only after hearing her ask him to go faster and harder with her did he do it. She had been demanding things all day and he was enjoying listening to her borderline beg.
Neither of them lasted long, the years apart and tension from being together again far was too much to handle.
Molly came first with Jim shortly after her. He gently rested his whole weight on her, but soon shifted so they were both laying on their sides.
She was panting.
He was letting out a sigh.
They were both placing soft kisses wherever they could reach on the other party.
"I've missed you so much." Molly whispered and nuzzled into him.
"Not usually the response I get from people." His expression was almost soft when she looked up at him.
"And what is?"
"Oh they are usually speechless because if I'm back that means they did something wrong or I'm going to kill them."
Molly's face scrunched up into a disapproving expression and he held her closer to him.
"Don't start disapproving of my line of work now. It's far too late to change my mind about it."
Molly shook her head, but yawned before she could actually make a response.
"Can we not do the drugging me thing again? It's thrown my whole body off." She asked with a sigh.
Jim placed a kiss on her neck, above a fresh mark that she now had that showed everyone she was his.
"Of course. Assuming I don't need to use them on you again."
She was far too gone to make a witty remark, and she felt herself falling asleep much quicker than normal.
"I-I still want to go home Jim." She mumbled into his skin.
"And you will. It'll only be a week. Possibly two depending on how good Sherlock is at following my directions."
Molly's eyes were closed but she could hear the amusement in his voice.
"I don't like this."
"Don't worry about it. Just think of this as a vacation for us. I mean I'll be working, but I have time built into my schedule to show you around and such."
"Show me around where?" she wondered sleepily.
"Paris of course. You didn't think we'd stay in London did you? Sherlock Holmes might think that's where you are, but it is not." His voice was slightly sing-song at the end and she had to say that it wasn't her favorite sound. Because he was doing something she deemed stupid every single time she'd heard him using it.
She wished she had a taste for less high maintenance guys—was her last thought as she slipped into a deep sleep.
