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I can't believe how quickly time has slipped by. He gave me three days before I had to deliver Sherlock into his trap. Now here we are, only moments left before my plan was put to the test. The irony was not lost on me that the day everything would go down… was a Monday.
"Molly, are you sure you know where you're going?" Sherlock asked, holding his flashlight out in front of him so that we could see where we were stepping.
One of Sebastian's henchmen had called only an hour before to tell her where to take Sherlock. They were in some sort of abandoned tube station.
"Of course, Sherlock. I told you that Joaquin gave me directions on where to find the mysterious bottles of blood," I said wincing as I had confirm the lie I had told Sherlock earlier to get him to come. I'm a bloody awful liar. Bottles of blood? I mentally punched myself in the face for that stupid story.
"And how did he even find these bottles?" asked Sherlock, the skepticism clear in his voice.
"He didn't say," I said, trudging onwards.
Looking around the room with my flashlight, I could tell we were in the right spot but Sebastian was nowhere to be seen.
Before I would lose the chance, I turned to Sherlock and pulled his face towards mine. He stiffened but quickly melted into my embrace. His tongue traced my lips before I opened my mouth the give him access. His tongue joining with mine was interrupted when we heard a throat clearing.
Sherlock broke out kiss and pushed me to stand behind him.
"Molly, Sherlock," Sebastian said, nodding to us both.
"Sebastian Moran, I suppose?" said Sherlock with a bored sounding tone.
"The very same. And let me just say, big fan of your work. I'm so pleased Molly was able to convince you to come join us today," he said with that sickening smile creeping up onto his face.
"Clearly," rang Sherlock's curt reply. "But the theatrics were unnecessary and if you don't mind, Molly and I have somewhere to be," he added grabbing me by the arm.
"Not. So. Fast," said Sebastian shaking his head between each word.
"If you don't care about poor John and Mary's lives, then by all means, you can leave right now," he said in a whisper.
Sherlock stiffened and turned back to face the crazy man standing before us.
"If, however, you do care, then I suggest you stay right where you are," he added staring straight at Sherlock.
My plan better work or else I've signed all of our death certificates. I gulped and clutched tighter to Sherlock.
