Janie had once again become tired around seven p.m., and since Molly was a very big fan of schedules, she was glad that the child apparently came with a built-in sleep timer. After rocking her to sleep, Molly set her gently down in the crib and tiptoed downstairs to where Jim was watching the telly on mute. She got a bottle of wine from the fridge and poured two large glasses, handing one to Jim as she sat on the white sofa.
"I don't understand reality television." It seemed there were a lot of things the man did not understand, Molly thought cynically. Humans, friendships, cats, why murder is illegal. "I understand the fun of watching other people squirm, sure, but not when it's so scripted. And that woman's makeup..." He gave Molly a horrified face, and Molly smiled. The woman's makeup was indeed scary; those eyebrows just were not natural.
She let out a small sigh as he flipped through channels, stopping every now and then to watch a part of one. Molly's mind, however, was in other places. St. Bart's Hospital, where Moriarty and Sherlock had supposedly met their untimely demises. Her old flat, where she had gotten the call that three more bodies had come in, all victims in Moriarty's great game. The movie theater, where they had their first date, when she had thought him to be an unassuming man from the tech department. Upstairs, where her daughter lie sleeping, unaware and uninterested in the exploits of the most wanted mass terrorist of all time.
It wandered to Sherlock's apartment, where she had spent some good times with John, Lestrade, and Mrs. Hudson. To St. Bart's again, where they had all met and become friends. To the chapel where they had all cried over Sherlock's death. They had separated after that, only meeting sparingly and by chance. She had heard that John had a new girlfriend, and that Mrs. Hudson still hadn't rented out 221B. None of them knew what Molly was up to, however. Cavorting with criminals, letting a murderer sleep in her bed, sharing her life with a sociopath. She wondered what they would think, if they were to find out.
"Sherlock will be back, you know. He can't resist showing off, that one. Although I suppose you know that feeling, too." Molly said suddenly, her mind overwhelmed and conflicted.
Jim's face took on a look that Molly had not yet seen; it was at once amused and enraged. "Oh yes, I know. He'll go to his Jaaaaawn and they'll cryyyyy and then he'll go to that awful woman and they'll cryyyyy." He waved his hand and shook his head. "And then he'll prove that he is a genius and the whole world will be right again in Sherlock-land." He said, his voice high-pitched and mocking. She could almost see him roll his eyes, though she could not see it.
"Well... Yes. I suppose. But what will you do? You'll be the first person he goes after, you know that. He knows you're alive, as well." She reminded him. He gave a rather cinematic shrug and rolled his head on his shoulders.
"I have my plans." He said cryptically. Molly bit her tongue. She didn't often get mad, but he didn't seem to realize that she and Jane were now involved in this as well. She couldn't go to jail! Or worse, have John and Sherlock find out that she was harboring their arch enemy.
"Jim, no. Just. I can't settle for your supposed plans. I have myself, my home, my daughter to think about. I know that you don't understand family bu-" Her voice was rising with every word, as was her heart rate. Jim leaned over and put his hand over her lips. She noted that he was wearing James' old cologne - she didn't know why she had kept it after they had split up, but she was grateful for the comforting smell now.
"Shhh, sweet. I know. Don't you worry about yourself of little Janie. I won't let anything happen to either of you." He said softly. Molly was not completely comforted. His bombing of a small child still nagged in the back of her mind. "Sherlock... Well, he's my problem."
"But he's my friend." Molly said sternly. Moriarty often forgot that little fact.
"Yes, well." He said, leaning back up. They didn't speak again for the rest of the night, choosing instead to watch Doctor Who in a pregnant silence. But when she went to bed, he followed, and held her until she fell into a very troubled sleep.