Hello readers! How are you all liking this story so far? I'm going to try not to make Moriarty all creepy and as evil as other fics make him out to be... He's one of my favorite characters and I want to do his character some justice. I really want to add some Molliarty in here because... I sort of ship them. But not to worry this is definitely a Sherlolly story because... well they are my OTP, hehe. Anyways, feel free to comment! Give me ideas and stuff it's always nice to hear from you all.

Anyways enjoy.

It had been two weeks since the fall and two weeks since Sherlock and Molly had been captured. Molly Hooper hadn't seen much of Jim Moriarty nor Sherlock Holmes, in fact the only person she had seen was Sebastian and that was only when he let her out of her room. It had become a daily routine that Molly had adjusted too. In the mornings she'd wake up and Sebastian would unlock the door and lead her downstairs, where she would eat breakfast and take a stroll with Sebastian around the court-yard, she'd make an attempt at talking and he would sometimes contribute to the conversation, but other times he'd just stay quiet. Around lunch she'd be allowed to go out and she would sit in the living room where she would watch telly, she got all the British news channels (but nothing local so she had no idea where she was). The news all covered the same story, the suicide of the fake genius, for two weeks Sherlock had been the center of the media, mostly negative press which she was sure was pleasing Moriarty (wherever he was). Finally, around dinner time Molly wasn't allowed out so instead she would eat in her room, she wondered why she wasn't allowed, but she didn't ask questions, at least not anymore. Molly did wonder about Sherlock, she wondered if he was ok and if he was still in the dungeon, any time she would glance over towards the dungeon Sebastian would give her a look as if warning her, maybe he was still there... hopefully alive.

One evening, Molly paced around her room, the ridiculously expensive silk robe trailed behind her as she walked, Molly still wasn't comfortable wearing this clothes, but it was all she had. She continued to pace until she heard a knock on her door, she half expected it to be Sebastian telling her to stop making so much noise (it had happened on more than one occasion, apparently he could hear her heavy footsteps downstairs). Instead she heard the soft click of the lock and the door swung open and in came Jim with a huge grin on his face.

"Honey, I'm home." he said in amusement, "My, don't you look nice?" he commented.

Molly stood there looking at him, two weeks of him gone and finally he shows up? Why? Where had he gone? Whatever he was up to she was sure he didn't need her anymore so why couldn't he just let her go? Molly finally gave him a frown and said:

"When are you going to let me go home?" she blurted.

Molly began to wonder if anyone had noticed her gone...Maybe they all just thought she had gone on a little Holiday to cope with Sherlock's death, everyone at the hospital (and basically anyone she met) knew about her silly school girl crush on him and now it was going to bite her in the arse.

"I told you, dear. I'm not done with you."

"You don't need me anymore."

"Oh, but I do."

Molly closed her mouth and glared at him as he walked further into the bedroom and towards the closet once there, he opened the doors he looked at her clothes and leaned back, with his hand on his chin he let out a hum from the back of his throat as he choose a black dress from the pile, he turned on his heel and held it up towards her and shook his head, he hung it back up and took out a green one, he held it up and nodded.

"Put this on." he instructed.

"Why?"

"We have a date."

Molly pressed her lips into a line and grabbed the dress and walked into the bathroom where she locked the door behind her. The brunette slipped into the dress and looked in the mirror, the dress was a floor length dress and the back exposed her back way more than she'd like it to. Molly let out a sigh and exited the room where Jim was now sitting on one of the chairs texting on his phone. He looked up and gave her an approving nod before going back to his phone.

"You're going to join me for dinner downstairs. We have a guest so I want you to be on your best behavior do you understand?" he gave her a glare before continuing, " If I suspect for one second that you're misbehaving I will order Sebastian to poison your food."

"Who's the guest?"

Ignoring her question he said, "Now finish getting dressed and meet me downstairs."

He got up and walked out the room leaving Molly by herself.

Molly finished getting ready and exited the room where she walked down the corridor and spotted Sebastian waiting for her by the stairs, he gave her a professional nod and Molly mimicked his movement which earned her a strange look from him before escorting her down the stairs. Molly walked to the dining room which she could already see was set up elegantly she could also spot two figures sitting down; she knew one was Jim, but as she got closer she realized who the other was. As soon as Molly stepped into the room, Jim got up and shot Sherlock a glare.

"Get up! Don't you know you're supposed to stand when a lady enters a room. Didn't your mother teach you any manners?"

Sherlock rolled his eyes and got up and looked at her, Molly awkwardly walked towards them but refused to look at Sherlock...or Jim. Jim of course was on full acting mode the second she entered the room.

"Molly! How was the trip!?" he turned to look at Sherlock and crinkled his nose, "She went on a Holiday to Paris! Isn't that wonderful!?"

Sherlock rose his brow and nodded, as Molly got closer she got a better look at Sherlock, he was wearing a dark blue button up and dress trousers, besides a few fresh cuts on his face he didn't look as damaged as she had feared. Molly sat down and both men followed suit, Jim leaned in and gave her a smile as he waited for her to respond.

"It was lovely." she said politely.

Jim nodded and reached over to a bottle of wine on the table he poured himself some before serving both Molly and Sherlock some.

"Where did stay?" said Sherlock suddenly.

Molly turned to look at him, the consulting detective was staring at her watching her as if seeing if she'd mess up she turned to Jim who was giving her the same look, but she knew one bad move and it was game over.

"Jim bought a little villa outside Paris. We go there once in a while; you know to get away from everything."

She waved her hand lazily and reached over for her glass of wine, she took a nervous sip before setting it back. After very little, very awkward small talk a man (not Sebastian) came out with a silver dome tray, two other men followed behind.

"Oh! Finally I'm starving!" enthused Jim.

Molly watched the men set the dome trays in front of them and opened them showing a lovely displayed squab over what looked like rice. She nodded her thanks to the man who gave her a look (sympathetic?). She was growing paranoid, maybe Jim had poisoned her food, Jim began eating his food while Sherlock stared (more like glared) at his plate he then looked up at her and rose his brow.

"You're not eating?" he commented.

Molly nervously looked at her food, god she felt like throwing up, her nerves where starting to get to her. In fact, this whole situation was making her sick Jim suddenly laughed causing her to get up.

"Oh come on, darling. I told them to cook it just how you like it." he turned to Sherlock then, "She hates under cooked meat. Women right?" he said in amusement he then turned to look at Molly and reached over and stabbed her squab with his fork, tearing a big chunk and putting it in his mouth, "See? Perfectly cooked." he said as he chewed his food.

Molly grabbed the fork and slowly began picking at her food, taking a fair amount before putting it in her mouth. Soon everyone began eating in silence (again making it one of the most awkward dinners in Molly's life).

"So!" began Jim, "Isn't this lovely? I'm dining with two of my most favorite people." he said happily.

"I wish I could say the same." said Sherlock.

"Aw, don't be that way, Sherly. You're hurting our feelings, we've been lovely hosts haven't we, Molly?"

"Yes." she said without adding anything else.

"If you call tying me up in a room for a week and a half good hosting then you two are just lovely." said Sherlock in sarcasm.

"But at least we haven't killed you."

"Yet."

"Well aren't you just a cup of tea! Molly he's quite amusing isn't he?"

Molly nodded slowly which caused Jim to frown, "It's not very polite if you're not going to contribute into the conversation, dear."

"I just don't have anything to add, love."

"I'm sure there's something... Oh! You can talk about all the stuff we used to make fun of when you were pretending to be a pathologist! Remember all the silly stuff you used to tell me about Sherlock?" he said in amusement.

Molly looked over at Sherlock, the look he had almost broke her heart she turned to Jim and frowned.

"Dear." she began, "It's not very polite to talk in such manner about our dinner guest."

Jim's grin disappeared and turned into a scowl, "Oh...Right. How rude of me." he said, "Oh! But I know how I can make it up to you. I'll let you sleep in one of the guest bedrooms, in fact, stay in it until I come back from my trip, you'll even be allowed to leave your room. Isn't that just so nice of me!? Molly, Didn't you tell me you were going to be staying here for the next few days? Now you'll have your old dear friend Sherlock here to keep you company it'll be like old times!"

He clapped his hands together, Molly couldn't help but glare, he looked so damn pleased with himself that Molly just wanted to slap the smug look out of his face. But she couldn't help but wonder what he was planning... and Molly was scared, she knew being left alone with Sherlock would mean staying in character she could refuse... but that would mean Sherlock would go away maybe tied up again and left in the dark, she couldn't risk that at least with her she knew he'd be safe. Molly could feel Jim staring at her waiting for her to say something to react. Molly nodded and gave him her widest, most fake smile she could manage and said:

"Yes, that sounds lovely." she turned to Sherlock, "Just like old times."