As expected, Sherlock showed up at the house.

"How are you doing this?"

"Sherlock, darling, you'll need to be more specific. How am I kissing my wife like this, how is Irene completing her job, what exactly?" Jim asked.

"How is Molly in two places at once? You couldn't have gotten a look alike. The DNA test I required she have came back positive for Molly. How. Are. You. Doing. It?"

"If we told you we'd be playing fair. We aren't playing fair." Irene said.

"It's against our religion." Molly added.

"I will figure it out."

"Maybe Molly is a figment of your imagination."

Sherlock left in a huff.

"Will he be able to find the Alchemist?" Irene asked.

"No. The FBI have already found that particular blacklister, so we are in the clear." Molly replied.

"Thank god for Raymond Reddington." Jim said.

"You weren't kidding when you said you had contacts around the world." Irene said.

"I don't kid about serious matters. Now, phase one is complete."

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Molly straightened her ponytail. She slid on a hideous jumper with cherries on it and her lab coat. She hadn't been to Bart's in ages. He biggest worry was leaving her baby with Jim.

"Are you sure you can handle her by yourself?"

"Yes. I can do it."

"Irene will be here in case you need help."

"Poor child will need therapy."

"Imagine school. My mommy is a queen of all criminals, my daddy is a consulting criminal, and my auntie Irene is a dominatrix."

"Teachers will love us."

"But seriously. Her food is in the little jars in the fridge. She eats sweet potatoes for lunch and squash for dinner. Make sure you use the special tea infused soap for her skin since it's sensitive when you give her a bath."

"Molly, dearest, I've got this. I have dealt with much harder stuff."

"Okay. I'm leaving now. Off to slice up some cadavers."

Jim gave her a kiss. "Have a good day at work sweetheart."

Molly walked into Bart's. Once in the morgue, she found her body double. "You are relieved from duty for today."

Once that was dealt with, she began working on the first body of the day. The first incision sent a burst of chills down her spine. It had been so long since she'd done this. The feeling of pleasure grew as she began removing the organs. She held the heart in her hand, examining it a bit longer than necessary.

"I need to see the body Mr. Sentar. Quickly."

"Hello to you, Sherlock."

"Molly, how's Tom?"

"He's lovely still. Not a sociopath or psychopath."

Sherlock stopped and stared at her. Not just stared but read her. "Interesting."

"What was that, Sherlock?" John asked.

"The body is very interesting. Strangulation pattern is that of a hair extension. The murderer is in fact the salon stylist. Phone Lestrade and tell him to get out to the salon." Sherlock rattled off without losing eye contact with Molly.

"Sure. Are you coming?" John inquired.

"Just a moment. Go ahead out."

John left the morgue. Sherlock analyzed Molly up and down in silence for a moment. Molly just stood there and let him do his thing. He quietly catalogued every feature in his mind palace for further examination later.

"Sherlock?"

"Hello, Mrs. Moriarty. A pleasure."

"Oh a pleasure to be sure. It's just wonderful to breathe in the London air again. You would know all about that wouldn't you?"

"Back in London for a long time?"

"A bit of a vacation of sorts. Tired of France."

"Picking up your job again. I see you are still quite skilled at slicing up those cadavers of yours. Time has not changed your skill set."

"Ah the thrill of opening up the dead gives a high that no drug could ever bring me. Not that I've ever experimented with drugs. You on the other hand would be able to tell me all about that."

"Pregnancy hasn't changed you much has it?"

"No. Just a few bodily changes. Not that you ever noticed me before. Jim appreciates some of the augmentations from pregnancy."

"And your daughter? How is she?"

"She's wonderful. Isn't making any milestones yet, but she does do this adorable giggle." Molly smiled fondly.

"You got everything you always wanted. Marriage, a baby. Everything you have always wanted." Sherlock said, somewhat fondly.

"No. Everything the Molly Hooper you knew wanted. This Molly never cared for sentiment. A fling, yes. This was something I didn't expect. It wasn't unwelcome though."

Her phone pinged with a text that read: Come now, stop the flirting, darling. I'm getting jealous-JM

Molly smirked. "Anyway, how did you know it was me?"

"There are a few signs. A slightly larger frame than the other. Miniscule but there. You think you can fool me but you can't."

"I have had you fooled for the last eight years. It isn't hard. Now, if you'll excuse me I think you have a case to solve and I have a break to go on."

Sherlock turned and left angrily. He would not admit defeat.

A/N: Sorry about the wait. I've been super busy, but here it is. The next chapter will be Moriarty and the baby fluff. I promise adorableness and hilarity. By the way, I just had to make that Blacklist reference because it fit so perfectly into my story. Love you all.