Molly was sitting in the morgue. She had just formulated the plan to fake Sherlock's death. Her next step was to call Jim up and tell him everything was set.
"Jim, I have the plan set, but Sherlock will be staying at my flat for a week after this, so you will have to hide in the guest room." Molly explained.
"Why the guest room?" Jim asked.
"Because knowing Sherlock, he will occupy my bedroom. He'll say he needs the space. I'll just sleep in the guest room with you, but during the day you will be by yourself."
"That's no fun. I thought you said we were going to have some fun." Jim said. Molly could tell he was pouting on the other end.
"We will, but I have to get Sherlock out of my flat first. You will be entertained though." Molly said. "I got you a tablet with a lot of stuff on it."
"Oooo yay!" Jim cheered.
"Look, I've got to go. I have to get the snipers in place. Sherlock is coming back in. Good luck."
Sherlock went up to the roof just as planned. Molly was actually nervous about this. Everything had to go perfectly. It was hard to fake two deaths.
Jim was sitting on the roof waiting. Molly had given him free creative license with the rooftop talk. He was going to pull off a cinema worthy performance. His girlfriend was watching after all. It had to be good.
"Staying alive. It's so boring isn't it? It's just….Staying." Jim started. He went into a spiel about distractions. "Did you almost start to wonder if I was real? Did I nearly get ya?"
"Richard Brook."
"No one else seems to get the joke, but you do."
"Of course."
"Atta boy. You got that too good."
Sherlock explained how he figured out the code and all. "I can kill Richard Brook and bring back Jim Moriarty."
Jim decided it was time to play it up. Gotta impress the Missus. "No, no, no, it's too easy. It's too easy! There is no key. DOOFUS! Those digits are meaningless. They're utterly meaningless."
Molly sat in her position in the laundry truck where she would help Sherlock. She had camera feed on her phone. Jim was giving an excellent performance.
"Then how did you?"
"Then how did I break into the Tower, the Bank, the Prison. Daylight robbery! All it took were some willing participants. That's your weakness. You always want things to be clever. Now shall we finish the game? Glad you chose a tall building. Great way to do it."
Molly was watching as the conversation about Sherlock's suicide went on. Then it got to the part about Jim faking his death.
"As long as I'm alive, you can save your friends. Good luck with that." Jim shot the gun.
Molly squeezed Sherlock's blood on the ground after he jumped and ran inside.
She had just enough time to get to the roof, get Jim into the morgue, and push him onto a slab and into the cabinet. But not before kissing him gently.
"You did very well. I'll be back to get you later." Molly said.
"I love you." Jim said. This threw Molly off guard. She grinned nonetheless.
"I love you too. Now, I've got to go. Sherlock will be pushed in here and I can't be seen kissing a corpse." Molly closed the cabinet.
Her next job was to get Sherlock cleaned up and into her flat. Then she had to go to the morgue in the morning and sneak Jim inside. Probably during Sherlock's confinement in her room.
"Molly, it worked. Jim Moriarty is dead and nobody else had to die. Now, if I can take down his network the whole game will be over." Sherlock said.
"That's great. Moriarty will not hurt anyone else. We need to get you out of here before someone sees you." Molly said. She was shocked when Sherlock kissed her.
"Thank you, Molly."
Molly was outwardly blushing to keep in character, but on the inside she hated him.
She wasn't the only one outraged. Jim was watching the camera feed in the morgue through his phone. How dare Sherlock take what was his.
Molly took him home and as anticipated, Sherlock took her room.
"I won't be leaving the room until tomorrow. I have to clean my mind palace. Do not bother me." Sherlock disappeared into the room.
Well that was easy enough. Molly could go get Jim now. She took a cab to Bart's with a disguise. Couldn't be seen with a supposedly dead consulting criminal now could she.
"Jim, you can come home now. Sherlock has isolated himself in his mind palace. I have the guest room set up and everything."
Jim was very quiet the entire ride home. Molly was a little worried about it. As soon as she snuck him into the guest room Jim threw off his disguise and grabbed Molly's waist. He pulled her to him and kissed her passionately.
"You, Molly Hooper, are mine. Nobody else's. You are mine." Jim kissed her roughly.
"What has you so rough?" Molly asked.
"Sherlock kissed you. He kissed what is rightfully mine. How could you let him do that?" Jim inquired.
"Because I have to keep up appearances. I am yours and yours only. Once Sherlock is gone, you will have me all to yourself." Molly assured him.
"I like that idea." Jim replied. "Does that mean I can't do anything to you for a week?"
"You'll have to wait. I will sleep in the same bed with you for now." Molly replied.
"You know I meant it right?" Jim asked.
"What?"
"That I loved you. I'm about to get sappy and sentimental, but I promise it won't happen again."
Molly giggled. "Go on."
"You are the only person that does not bore me. You understand me in a way no one else does. You tricked me which is a feat nobody else has pulled off. I consider you my equal. Maybe even above me." Jim said.
"That is the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me. Now, the sentiment is getting too much. Let's stop with the mushy stuff." Molly said.
"Agreed. The farthest I will go is saying I love you because that can be said in a seductive way that sounds in no way mushy." Jim said.
Molly kissed him and pushed him on the bed.
"I've had a long day. I need sleep." Molly said.
"Me too. Shooting yourself really takes it out of you." Jim replied.
"Idiot." Molly snuggled into his chest and they fell asleep.
I'm not getting a big turnout for this story, so I don't know how much longer I will update. If I get enough reviews, I'll make it longer. Please review. And if you have an idea for Molly and Jim to misbehave let me know. I will write most anything.