Hello readers! I finally managed to get this chapter done, I find this story a little more challenging than any other story I've written because there so much that's going to go into (so much foreshadowing uggghh) so I have to be very careful what I give away in the story, I don't want to do it early on accident lol. Anyways review! They motivate me sooooo much!

Rocking the Redhead: You have to think about what Sherlock just went through, he trusted this person with his life and it turns out that she betrayed him. He's very vulnerable right now, despite how much he denies it Sherlock Holmes is still human and he is hurt by Molly's actions. Well if you like creepy Moriarty you'll love him in this chapter.

Enjoy!

Molly was relieved that dinner was finally over she had never felt so uncomfortable in her life (well... nothing that could top this) the men from before cleared the table and Jim continued to drink his wine.

"You hardly touched your food, dear." he commented.

"I wasn't very hungry... I had a big lunch."

"Or were you just waiting for dessert?" he said with a wink.

Molly noticed Sherlock shift uncomfortably in his chair, even Molly wanted to cringe at affectionate Jim. She knew it was all an act and she hated playing along, there might have been a time where she did fancy Jim. He was kind (well at least pretended to be) he had also helped her a lot, plus he was fit and cute (Molly was still a girl after all). But as she got to know Jim's true nature, the man became repulsive she hated being around him and hoped that she would never see him again after her debt to him was paid. Although, Molly never expected him to want Sherlock, she still felt guilty about giving him up so easily. If Jim hadn't decided to take her what would she had done when he took Sherlock? Tell John? She knew she couldn't... But could she? The whole point of this was to keep him safe from Moriarty's men, but Moriarty wasn't interested in him or the rest of Sherlock's friends because he had Sherlock himself to play with. So maybe John... Molly would have most likely gone to Sherlock's brother. Mycroft wasn't aware of Sherlock faking his death (as far as was aware, but he was clever right?) but she knew he worked with the government and the government helped with this sort of stuff...

After a while Jim announced that it was bed time, Molly was relieved she wanted to go back to the solitude of her room and stay there for the next three hundred years. Still pretending, Jim took her hand and led her upstairs she could feel Sherlock's eyes on the back of her head as they all walked up the stairs. Once they were at the top Jim motioned for Sebastian who was quickly at their side.

"Show Sherlock here where he'll be staying." he commanded.

"And you sir?"

Jim suddenly shot Sebastian a death stare, but quickly collected himself Sherlock and Molly locked eyes both clearly noticing Jim's reaction. The man suddenly put his arm around Molly's shoulder and pulled her closer, he planted a wet kiss on her cheek and smiled.

"Where else would I be staying, Seb? I've neglected my poor Molly for far too long."

He kissed Molly on the cheek again and began leading her to her (their? his?) room. Molly looked over her shoulder to Sherlock, who was still standing there while Sebastian tugged at his arm, her eyes were screaming for help, but of course he didn't see... damn it Sherlock. As the approached the door, Molly began to feel light headed, what was going to happen to her? Oh god, she hoped this was all just a nightmare and she'd wake up in her crappy flat and back to her crappy life. Jim opened the door and led her in, she walked in nervously but didn't turn to look at him. She could hear him walking behind her, she slowly turned around where she caught him loosening his tie and beginning to unbutton his dress shirt, he looked up at her mid- button and rose his brow.

"Don't worry I'm not going to force you to have sex with me or anything. This is all just pretending remember?" he scoffed.

Molly managed a slow nod followed by a nervous smile, "G-Good... Thank you."

Jim rolled his eyes, and continued to unbutton his shirt once that was done he took it off and set it neatly on the chair next came off his shoes which he just slipped off and tossed to the side, he walked over to the bed and plopped down and put his arms behind his head for support his attention was fully on her.

"I may be a criminal and the occasional murderer, but I am not a rapist." he told her, "Plus, You'd have to work hard to get that type of attention from me. And Molly, dear you'll be begging me believe me, and I will make you work for it." he said wickedly.

Molly grimaced at his words, "I'm not interested." she told him.

"You're not interested, yet." he corrected her.

"Believe me, I won't."

"Believe me, you will." he said with interest.

Molly rolled her eyes and took off her (very painful) heels and put them in the closet, she grabbed one of the very expensive (very not her) night-gown and walked into the bathroom.

"If you need help getting that dress off don't hesitate to ask!" she heard Jim say from the bedroom.

Molly let out a sigh and leaned against the sink, "Smug bastard." she said to herself.

After changing, she walked out the restroom and saw Jim patting the empty side of the bed, "Don't tell me you're!" he gasped, "Scared to sleep next to a boy!?"

"No...I'm scared of sleeping next to a villain." she admitted.

Jim grinned before shrugging, "Don't be afraid to live on the wild side, Molly Hooper. Being the villain can be fun."

"I doubt it."

Molly made her way to the bed and laid down, Jim was, thankfully, over the covers which allowed her a protective barrier from him she turned her body away from him hoping he'd take the hint that she was no longer interested in talking.

"You know!" he began, "You're already a villain in Sherlock's eyes. You know what he said when I asked him what he felt about your betrayal."

Molly didn't answer.

"I asked him if he was sad, but he wasn't... You wanna hear what he said? Come on you'll love it! I certainly did."

He waited for her to say something anything, but eventually went on, "He said he was very very disappointed in you, Molly Hooper."

Molly pressed the covers closer to her face; there was no worst feeling in the world than knowing someone was disappointed in you, especially when that someone was somebody you truly cared about. Molly fought back tears, she refused to cry, that was exactly what Jim wanted a reaction, and instead Molly swallowed the lump in her throat and closed her eyes.

She heard Jim chuckle and say, "Good night, Molly."

Molly remained quiet and did so until she fell asleep.