There in a dimly lit room that smelled vaguely of mildew sat Sherlock Holmes, he still wore the same outfit from earlier, the blood on his face was still there, except it looked like there had been an attempt to clean it she was almost worried that it was fresh blood and one of the men had hurt Sherlock. No, they wouldn't touch him, they wouldn't dare touch him Sherlock Holmes was Jim's play thing and they wouldn't risk their lives just to get a chance to play with Jim's toy.

Molly Hooper nervously walked further into the room, the click of her heels caused Sherlock to look up his face was expressionless as she approached further into the light, she could feel Sebastian close behind.

"Sherlock." she said in her best "villainous" tone.

She wanted to run up and untie him and tell him about everything, about how sorry she was and most importantly if he could ever forgive her. But instead she stood there staring at him and he did the same. Sebastian nudged her lightly urging her to go on.

"Sher-"

"I should have known." croaked Sherlock.

Molly felt watched she was under some sort of imaginary spotlight and it was time for her to deliver her lines. The pathologist closed her mouth and nodded,

"Yes... Well this is all your fault." she almost stammered, "You should have just chosen to die, Sherlock. But, no you just couldn't accept death could you? The game has no tolerance for cheating."

Sherlock chuckled, "What would you know about the game? Look at you, Molly. You honestly think I'm going to believe you were a part of this? I know you better than you know yourself."

"No you don't."

"Yes, I do. Now why don't you just bring him in so we can get this stupid game over with." he said in a bored tone.

The pair grew silent, but Molly watched Sherlock as he watched her waiting for any signs, any signs that all this was a lie and that she was just as much in trouble as he was. But she could see the doubt in his face, he was beginning to think that maybe all this was in fact real. Molly knew she couldn't risk giving anything away she had to make him believe really believe that she was all this was real, that she was in fact not on his side.

She suddenly frowned and walked closer to him so close that his face was eye level to her abdomen, good thing for the heels or he'd be at eye level to her chest, Molly grasped his dark curls and pulled his face up to look at her. It took him by surprise she could tell, hell, it even took her by surprise. She felt him tense up underneath her touch she bet he never expected his pathologist do something like this, so he did what any person would do (which was a surprise since Sherlock wasn't like any other person) he avoided eye contact, but Molly desperately needed him to see her.

"Look at me." she commanded.

Again both seemed very surprised by this new Molly, Sherlock's blue-green eyes locked on to hers and she hoped he would see the truth in her eyes, she opened her mouth to say something but heard a loud banging at the door. The brunette jumped back letting go of Sherlock's dark curls along the way and turned around to see a grinning Moriarty walking towards them.

"Oh come on, darling. I leave you alone and find you having all this fun without me?" he teased.

He took a hold of her hand and pulled her towards him in a very dramatic, very Jim-esque way. His lips then forcefully pressed against hers, and of course she couldn't pull away since this was all an act, right? After Jim pulled away he turned to face Sherlock, his lips stained red due to Molly's lipstick, a grin plastered his face.

"Can you believe this one?" he said as he motioned his head towards Molly.

"A wicked little thing isn't she? Fun fact did you know it was actually her idea to befriend you? I told her what an atrocious idea it was, but she insisted on trying. And who could say no to that face isn't that right, Molly?"

As much as Molly wanted to roll her eyes she (somehow) managed to smile sweetly at him and nod, Jim chuckled and planted a kiss on her cheek before pushing her towards Sebastian.

"Now run along, dear. The grown-ups need to do a little talking."

Sebastian took a hold of her arm and tugged her towards the door, to stay in character she straightened herself up and walked out the door. Once the door was closed behind she slumped down and tried her hardest to fight back some tears, she failed miserably. Sebastian led her out the basement.. or was it a dungeon? She still wasn't sure and the two began walking towards the bedroom.

"You did a pretty good job." he said suddenly.

"No I didn't." she told him, "Jim wouldn't have shown if I had." she admitted, "I panicked... I'm not a very good liar... or actor."

"Well you had me convinced for a while, especially towards the end."

Molly nodded and continued walking she didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing whichever it was she didn't care. Once she was escorted back into her bedroom she immediately spotted a few shopping bags on the bed, they all seemed to be from very expensive places. Although, Jim was pretty wealthy she knew he wouldn't just buy her a new wardrobe out of the kindness of his heart, it meant he still needed her to play pretend with him and Sherlock. Molly turned around to ask Sebastian a question but the door shut along with a soft click of the door locking, Molly let out a sigh it seemed she was here for a while.

Sherlock stared at the closed door long after Molly and that man had left, he could see Moriarty staring at him from the corner of his eye, perhaps to see how he'd react about Molly. He looked down at his lap and shook his head his body was still getting rid of the remaining drugs in his system, it was making it difficult to think, yet it didn't stop his pathologist from popping up in there again he thought back to earlier when he told her to look in her eyes...like she was trying to tell him something. Sherlock looked up at Moriarty, the man was leaning against the wall much like man who had come in with Molly had, Sherlock rose his brow and said:

"You can't honestly think I'd fall for that." scoffed Sherlock.

"Oh, but I do! It's not a trick, Sherlock. How else do you think you got here? She made a fool out of you!" he said in amusement.

Sherlock looked down at his lap and shook his head, he was right... There was no other way he could have gotten there; he had put Molly in charge of his body. He suddenly frowned, how could Molly do this to him? He trusted her; he had risked everything to let his guard down and for what? He was in the exact situation he was trying to avoid and it was all because of her.

"Aw, Sherlock don't tell me you're sad?" cooed Moriarty.

"Not sad, just... disappointed." he stated.

"Oh! Disappointment! Such a better feeling than being sad... Sad is boring. I won't forget to tell our Molly how you're feeling about this whole situation. Though, I doubt she'll care she's upstairs drinking very expensive wine as we speak, she's celebrating! She's very pleased at how easy this all was for her, I almost feel sorry for you." He told him.

Sherlock remained quiet in his seat, the smaller man then let out a laugh and pushed himself off the wall making his way to the door.

"I should go; I don't want to miss the party upstairs. Ta-ta Sherlock, I'll be back later."

And with that Moriarty closed the door, leaving Sherlock Holmes alone in the dimly lit room.