"That's...impossible. Unforeseeable..."
"Yes, that's right. You couldn't deduce that I had a whole other life. I'm not quite as dull, boring and predictable as you thought, right?"
"You never have been."
"I've never mattered."
"You've always mattered."
Molly smirked at the consulting detective. "I could deduce your whole life story, like you've done with thousands of people, including me. Remember Christmas?"
"I really am sorry..."
"That present was from Irene Adler. Red wrapping, the brain's synonym for danger, black rope instead of lace of ribbon, most definitely her style, neatly wrapped by someone with small, slender fingers, most likely a woman, but not a woman, the woman."
Sherlock gazed at her with tears in his eyes.
"Not so nice to be on the receiving end, is it?" she said softly, smiling mockingly at him. "I will help you fake your death. But when you come back, you have to be better. For John, for Lestrade, for Mrs. Hudson, for me. Do you understand?"
He nodded.
"Moriarty is playing a game with you. It's chess. But what people forget is that the Queen is more influential than the King. You and him are Kings, and I am Jim's queen."
"You...you're working with Moriarty?!"
She smiled. He really hadn't figured it out? "We're getting married."
"How did I miss...what...?"
"You're invited to the wedding, of course. I mean, it would have been a lot more fun if you had worked it out and gatecrashed, but obviously that's asking too much."
"You can't marry him."
"Can and will. I'm going to save your life, Sherlock Holmes. You could at least be nice to me."