Bad Case of the Mondays

by permanentdestination

Poor Molly Hooper has firmly come to believe that no good deed goes unpunished. Things look bleak for the normally effervescent and cheery pathologist until she finds a new mantra and along with it a new found confidence that even a man who claims to be "married to his work" would be hard pressed to ignore. Sherlock/Molly

25. Chapter 25

*** I do not own any of these characters. I'm really sorry guys but I'm not feeling up to writing too much lately. My dog had to be put down so I'm having some intese writers block. I'll try my best to post again soon. ***

25

"Now that we've got all the niceties out of the way, we can move on to bigger and better things. Sherlock has proved to be such a sneaky little snake and Moriarty just underestimated that fool," he drawled lazily walking around the room.

"Joaqin, er uh, Sebastian," I said tripping over his new-found identity, "first of all, Sherlock isn't alive, and even if he was, he'd figure a way out of your trap," I added still unsure of how to approach this strange turn of events.

"Sherlock is alive!" yelled Sebastian, inches from my face. He stood up and calmed himself before continuing.

"Again Molly, don't insult my intelligence by lying. He is alive, he's been staying at your apartment and the icing on the cake is that the great Sherlock Holmes has finally fallen in love," he said smiling that eerily smile that makes a shiver course through me.

I could only give a pain-filled laugh in response.

"You don't believe me?" asked Sebastian, cocking an eyebrow.

"It's ridiculous!," I countered, ":Who could possibly tempt Sherlock?" I added, scared that some woman had finally taken him from me.. Not that I ever really had him in the first place.

"Oh you silly girl, you really don't know, do you?" he said with a gleeful giggle.

I looked up at him, knitting my brows in confusion.

"Sherlock Holmes has fallen for you," he said faking nonchalance.

I could only snort in response.

"Again with the disbelief Ms. Hooper!" he said taking another turn about the room.

"Remember last time Sherlock left you for weeks on end?" he asked in a whisper.

I nodded my head. I always hated when he was gone.

"Well, our little friend was doing his best to dismantle Moriarty's network over in Berlin as well as other outposts. Almost succeeded too, if I hadn't gotten away with a few of my boys. Sherlock rushed back to you the second he got word that there was a plant in St. Bart's to keep an eye on you and his other friends just in case he did ever return to jolly old England."

"You. You were the plant!" I said my voice tense.

"Top of your class. Don't interrupt me anymore. Now, during the first signs of trouble from Sherlock over in Europe and I came over here to keep an eye on you Molly dearest. Oh you should have seen the way he panicked when he found out that you were a target. I barely escaped with my life but the majority of my forces weren't so lucky."

My adrenaline was waning as was my courage and the tears started pouring out of me.

"Oh don't cry Molly, there will be plenty time for that later. Now we need to tell you how you're going to help us finally take down the world's only consulting detective for good this time," he said lifting my face so that I would stare directly into his cold dark eyes.