Playing Hostage

Molly continued to sob quietly, unsure of how much time was passing, until she heard the others return. Judging by the slamming of doors and angrily barked orders, Molly assumed she had been right about John not giving them anything. She was pleased, though slightly fearful of what they might have done to him. She didn't have time to worry about that now though, as she heard a lot of movement going on around her. She turned her head towards the sounds, trying to make sense of what was happening.

"You lot, out of the way. Jason, get the camera."

Molly felt a jolt of fear, realising it was time. Her only comfort was if they were doing it on camera then they didn't have John. He was out there somewhere, probably with Sherlock, putting a plan together to find her. But she still had to get through this first. She focussed on her plan. Tears came easily, not entirely fake.

Another command had been issued and the room fell silent. Molly heard footsteps coming towards her, and turned her head, following the sound. They stopped beside her, and finally she was released from her the stuffy bag over her head, revealing Dimitri standing over her. She let out a feared gasp.

"Miss Hooper" he started "So sorry for the wait. We were hoping your 'boyfriend' could save us the trouble of questioning you, but he was… unwilling. And so it falls on your shoulders. Tell us, where is Sherlock Holmes?"

"I… I don't know" Molly said, stuttering deliberately as she cried. Dimitri was true to his word though, that he would hurt her if he had to; he mercilessly backhanded her across the face. It hurt, and Molly focussed on the pain, letting the fear show in her eyes as she looked back up at him.

"Do not lie to me! I will ask you again. Where is Sherlock?" He commanded

"I don't know" Molly repeated, exaggerating the shakiness of her voice "I just do the autopsies, I don't know where they are buried."

The second blow was as painful as the first. Her first thought was how much she was going to enjoy watching Sherlock or John make him pay for that, but she knew she couldn't afford to be so positive. She told herself they would not come for her, she wasn't worth it to them. She knew it wasn't true, but the idea hurt none-the-less. She started sobbing in earnest.

"Don't be clever Miss Hooper. Mr Holmes is not dead, we both know this. If you were responsible for his pathology report then you are responsible for helping him fake his death. Tell us where he is, and we might be merciful" Dimitri snarled at her.

It was easy to be scared now, she bowed her head, letting the fear overwhelm her. "He.. he jumped.. off… a building. There… were… witnesses. You can't fake… that. Please…. Is it not enough…to see the man I… I loved … dead…" She sobbed, barely-coherently.

Dimitri let out a cry of frustration, smacking her so hard the chair toppled over onto its side. She landed hard on her arm that was trapped by her tied hands. It wasn't hard enough to break or fracture the arm, but Molly howled as if it was. She cried even harder, even as she felt a swell of triumph, watching Dimitri walking away, clearly deciding she was no longer fit for questioning.

"Bring me the memory card from that camera. We have a delivery to make. And somebody clean up that mess!" Dimitri barked, walking out the room. The man with the camera rushed after him, while others came towards her. She kept up the act, cringing away from them, as they righted her chair, putting the bag back over her head. She let the crying subside slowly after they left, sure there was at least one man left in the room to guard her, and knowing it needed to sound authentic. She threw in the odd sniffle from time to time after.

She didn't know how much time was passing, or what was happening, except for the fact that the video of her interrogation was probably on its way, if not in the hands of John and Sherlock by now. She wondered how they would be taking it. She remembered Sherlock's face that time he had rescued her from the rapists. Seemingly cold and detached, but with a fury and violence bubbling under the surface. That's how he would look now. And John… John would be more visibly distressed, wearing his heart on his sleeve, until the time was necessary for him to put on his soldiers face. But both of them would be restless in doing something about it. If they could find a way to get her out, they would. A lot of time seemed to be passing, but it didn't make Molly doubt, every second was just a second closer to their rescue.

Molly suddenly realised her head was nodding. It seemed like it was going to be a long night. Part of her didn't want to sleep, not wanting to miss a thing, but the other part of her told her she might need to think quickly, or run at some point, so she needed to rest now while she could. Just a quick nap she told herself, although in fact she slept for quite a while. She couldn't be sure how long when she woke up. She didn't appear to have missed much, except more waiting.

After another unmeasured period, suddenly something seemed to be happening. She could hear a lot of movement and shouting. The door to the room she was in seemed to slam open, announcing an entrance.

"Peterson! I'll take over here, get out there and defend the main room." Dimitri ordered. She heard the guard he was addressing leaving, closing the door behind him. She gasped as she felt Dimitri approach her again. She was even more surprised when she felt her ties being undone.

"What's happening? What's going on?" She asked desperately. She heard gunfire in the room next to them and screamed. The bag was whipped off her head and she found herself looking down the barrel of a gun. She gasped and cowered.

"It's a police raid. Your boyfriend ratted on us, rather than man up and fight for you himself. What this means about his association with Sherlock, I don't know, but that doesn't matter right now. What matters right now is getting out of here, and you, Dr Hooper, are my get out of jail free card." Dimitri explained to her.

"W…what do you mean?" Molly asked nervously.

"You are my hostage of course, to dissuade the police from trying to follow me. Now on your feet!"

He ordered, undoing the last of her bindings. Nervously she stood, careful not to make any sudden movements, as his gun was still trained on her.

"This way" He said, getting a tight grip on her wrist and starting to drag her towards a backdoor. He stopped abruptly though, as the door from the main room burst open, policemen in raid gear bursting in. Dimitri spun, stepping behind Molly and pulling her tight to him as a human shield, his gun pressing against her temple.

"Don't come any closer, or I will shoot!"

AN: For those reading my other story 'A New Page' in parallel to this, read chapters 11, 12 and 13 to see John and Sherlock's reactions to the video, and where they are at this point ;)