Hello readers! I finally choose a location to where they are, but I can't tell you... yet. I goggled so many places before finally being happy with the location. I find myself getting more writing ideas once I figure out the location because I learn what the area looks like and I can sort of start imagining the characters there... Anyways, point is that we now have a location! But don't worry you'll find out in the following , I want to say thank you for all the positive feedback I'm getting, I wasn't expecting it tbh, I'm happy you're all liking the story. Feel free to review! Reviews = tons of motivation!

Rocking the Redhead: Do you mind if I just call you red? That shall be your new nickname! And don't feel sad for them, it'll get better for them... eventually... unless I change my mind...

FireIceRagingDetective: Ok, you get a nickname too (for reasons) you're Fire from now on, lol. Anyways, the beginning is Jim's POV so hopefully that will answer some questions about why he took her I hope this helps others too. Sorry if I didn't explain earlier, I was trying to see when I could make a Jim POV without Molly or Sherly being there. I'm glad you like the story and I hope you continue following alone as for whether it'll have a happy ending or not... You'll have to stay tuned *evil laughter*

Freewaygirl: Yes! Hopefully he finds out soon! I'm sure he will (not that I would know or anything...)

4May: Don't worry dear, I can assure you this is a Sherlolly story Jim and Molly won't be doing the dirty anytime soon because Molly isn't interested and Jim isn't a rapist so, plus it's all just an act Jim isn't interested anyways at least not in Molly, Sebastian on the other hand... you get the point?

Jim laid silently on the bed listening to Molly's soft breathing; eventually he got bored and exited the room (because honestly what was he going to do in there? Watch Molly sleep? He was bored but not that bored.) The consulting criminal made his way down to the parlor where he could already spot his trusty right hand man Sebastian pouring himself a drink.

"I hope that's for me?" he said as he plopped into the plush seat near the fireplace.

Sebastian let out a sigh and handed him the glass of the amber liquid (bourbon? Ew.) Jim made a face but gulped the drink down before setting it on the small coffee table, he watched Sebastian pour himself his own and sit down across from him.

"What are you up to, boss? With the girl and Holmes." he asked.

Moriarty leaned back on the chair and made a face.

"Whatever do you mean, Seb?" he said innocently.

Sebastian rose his brown and took a taste of his drink.

"You don't things unless you're planning something so what is it?"

Jim grinned widely at the man, "Oh have the years taught you, Sebby. Why don't you tell me what you think." he urged him.

The bigger man stared at the amber liquid in his own glass before speaking, "You told me, before that after we got Holmes you'd let the girl go. That she was no longer any used to you."

"Are you jealous, dear?" he teased.

Sebastian glance at him before continuing, "You said her debt to you would be cleared. So you can see why I was surprised when you brought her along but then I began to wonder why? Began to wonder why you were making her... act like she was a part of all this."

"She is a part of this she handed Sherlock over to me."

"Only because you gave her no choice." he told him

Jim shrugged and motioned him to continue.

"So then I thought about how Holmes trusts her...Or rather trusted her. But, not like he trusted that Doctor of his... This was different."

"Ding! Ding! Ding! There you have it Seb! There's the reason I brought her along for the ride." he said, "When you showed me that security footage of our Molly and Sherlock, I immediately knew. Molly could have chosen to not help Sherlock but she did! That was also part of the reason I brought her, she shouldn't have interfered in the game." he grinned before continuing, "I also saw how low Sherlock had fallen and when a man is at his lowest his true feelings begin to show. He underestimated Molly Hooper and he saw her value through his last hours of need. He came to her because he knew she would help no matter what and I found that intriguing and I'm curious to explore this side of Sherlock." he admitted.

"But why?" asked Sebastian curiously.

"Boredom can be a man's greatest enemy."

"So you're doing this because you're bored? Why are you making her pretend she lied to him then?"

"Because silly, it makes things more interesting don't you think? I'm curious to what Sherlock will do, if he'll let these...feelings get the better of him? Or maybe he'll just kill her... Who knows but I'm rather excited to see aren't you?"

Sebastian remained quiet and continued with his drink, once he was done he got up and headed towards his bedroom.

"I just hope you know what you're doing." he told him

"Oh I always know, Sebby dear."

Sebastian remained silent and finally nodded, "Goodnight, sir." he said before disappearing into the dark corridor.

Moriarty stayed sitting on the chair thinking, he knew that in order to let Sherlock's guard down Jim couldn't be there (Sherlock was on guard he was ready to pounce at any time) Jim could always leave... Sebastian could look after his pets, make sure Molly didn't fuck up her only job(clearly she wasn't that stupid, she did help him and Sherlock fake their deaths after all). Jim began to get a headache and finally gave up he got up from his chair and retreated to his own bedroom (not Molly's that was just for appearances, duh.)

The sound of waves and seagulls woke Molly from a dreamless sleep, the pathologist stretched and let out a sleepy groan a smile crept on her face as she felt the cool breeze hit her warm skin, for a moment there she almost forgot where she was and then suddenly her eyes snapped open and she quickly sat up to look around the room to find it empty. Had Jim slept on the bed with her last night? She turned her head to look at where he had laid the night before and didn't see any signs of it being slept on... He must have left when Molly went to sleep, figuring he couldn't do much to patronize her as she had fallen asleep.

Molly finally managed to get out of bed and get ready for another (dreadful) day. After getting dress, (White dress with a flower patterns on it, which actually didn't look that bad on her.) Molly was surprised to find the door unlocked she poked her head outside and looked down both ends of the corridor, once she knew it was clear she stepped out and made her way down the stairs. As she walked down the stairs she spotted a woman carrying a plate of fruit.

"Uh, excuse me?" she said.

The woman stopped walking and looked up at her only to give her a (Frightened? Sympathetic?) look, and without a word ( Maybe the woman wasn't allowed to talk to her?) the woman motioned her to follow. Molly followed the woman to the patio overlooking the water, she would often take strolls with Sebastian out here, but today Sherlock and Jim sat in a table filled with an assortment of food. Jim looked up from his newspaper (The Sun, which had a picture of Sherlock gracing the front page) and looked at Molly.

"Well good morning sleeping beauty." he said in a chipper tone.

"Good morning." she replied enthusiastically.

Molly noticed a big floppy hat on her seat and took it before sitting down, she put it on as the woman from before was at her side pouring her some tea. Molly stared at Sherlock who was busy pretending to eat his food (he was trying not to look at her and failing miserably). Molly thought about how strange he looked without his usual attire of dress shirts and trousers, he was wearing a pair of khaki shorts and a very white polo shirt, she figured Jim had done a little shopping for him as well. Jim on the other hand was wearing a pair of white shorts and a pink shirt, the two looked completely out of place and Molly had the sudden urge to laugh.

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Sherlock Holmes watched Molly sit across from him, after a brief glance at her he turned away and focused on other (uninteresting) things. He was on edge because he didn't know what kind of game Moriarty was trying to play, one day he was being tortured by Moriarty's goon and the next day he was joining him and Molly for dinner why the sudden change of heart? What was he up too? After their very sudden, very awkward dinner he had entered his mind palace the second he was escorted into his room, he was trying to process everything (and failing miserably). His fake suicide, Molly's betrayal... Molly's betrayal had hurt, he wouldn't let them know that he knew that was exactly what Jim (and Molly?) wanted.

"Oh, it seems all the baddies you caught on cases are being released." said Jim out loud, "Since you're a fraud they don't see the point in convicting people without evidence. Such a shame, I know for a fact that they are all guilty."

"Isn't that what you wanted?" replied Sherlock coldly.

"Yes. But I just like seeing the look on your face; it's a shame really to see all your hard work going to waste."

"You know I don't care."

"Of course you don't." he replied with a smile.

Sherlock pressed his lips into a line and averted his attention somewhere else maybe he could block out their voices... but he thought too soon and Moriarty spoke again.

"Aw, they have a picture of your friends." he said with mock sympathy.

Moriarty flipped the newspaper and showed Sherlock a picture of John and Mrs. Hudson, the scene showed a crying Mrs. Hudson clutching on to a distraught looking John. Sherlock deduced that the picture had been taken sometime before or after Sherlock's funeral.

"They look sad... Hm, especially Dr. Watson... A sad man is a vulnerable man." again he said in the same sympathetic tone.

Jim stared at Sherlock and Sherlock glared in response,"I'm interested on how it'll play out, perhaps we'll see Dr. Watson's obituary in the upcoming weeks."

"Jim, stop it." said Molly in a stern tone.

Both men looked up at Molly who was giving Moriarty a dirty look, Moriarty looked surprised (Sherlock noticed) his eyes shifted to Sherlock before settling on Molly, a grin spreading across his lips and he went back to his paper. The three soon fell into an awkward silence which Molly quickly tried to diffuse by looking up at Sebastian, who Sherlock had noticed watching them from the second he sat down for breakfast.

"Why don't you join us for breakfast?" said Molly quickly.

"Uh... I already ate ma'am."

"What? What time? It's so early still." she commented

"I wake up early it's required of me to do so."

"You do? What time did you wake up?"

"Four in the morning."

"Oh..."

Sherlock watched Molly as she turned to focus on her food; Moriarty was busy reading the newspaper paying no attention to them. The brunette looked up and locked eyes with Sherlock and Sherlock could see it... The look in her face the sadness in her eyes, she was not the Molly Hooper Jim Moriarty had made her out to be the woman she had met when he had awoken, no, she was the Molly Hooper he had known (or thought he'd known) for all those years his pathologist, even if it was for a brief second. Sherlock looked away from Molly and turned his attention towards the blue waves in the distance, he needed to talk to Molly... really talk to her, without Moriarty or his goon breathing down their necks and then it came to him,

"The beach." he said suddenly.

Molly looked up from her food and tilted her head, "What about it?"

"You once told me your dad used to take you out for walks at the beach or was it all a lie?"

Molly avoided eye contact (Very much like his Molly would) and shook her head, "No. There were things... I told you about me that were, well are true... I had to keep up appearances..." she said with a sad smile.

"So wouldn't mind taking a walk? With me?" he asked, "Or are you too afraid to be alone with me?" he challenged.

Before Molly could say anything, Moriarty looked away from his paper and laughed, "That sounds like a wonderful idea! Look at you Sherlock coming up with such brilliant ideas bravo. But we can't have you alone with my Molly what if you try to hurt her?" he said with a pout.

"I can assure you I won't hurt her."

Moriarty made a disapproving hum, "I don't believe you." he turned his head to looked at Sebastian, "Keep these two company and if you see Sherlock attempt anything shoot him or do whatever I don't care." he said in a bored tone.

Sebastian nodded at him before Sherlock focused his attention to Molly, she seemed nervous... was it the thought of being (not entirely) alone with him? Or was it something entirely different. Either way he was determined to find out.

"Are you ready then?" he asked her.

Molly nodded nervously and got up from her chair.