Oops, I did a thing in this chapter.
Irene looked out into the window into a snow covered Munich, she always loved Germany when it snowed it always looked so...romantic. Speaking of romantic she wondered how things with Sherlock and Molly were going, it had been almost a day since she left them on their own and the sexual tension between those had begun to get very uncomfortable and that was coming from her! If Sherlock hadn't ravished her by now she would personally make sure t punish him for that later. A smirk graced her ruby lips as the car pulled up to her home, she was glad to be home she wouldn't have to worry about owing anyone any favors or being hunted down by Moriarty. Irene Adler was finally free of all her problems, the dark haired woman pulled her fur coat closer to her body as the driver opened her door, she silently thanked him and hurried up the stairs and into the warmness of the house.
Irene took off her coat and tossed it in one of the chairs near the door, she began making her way towards the sitting room where she knew Kate liked to hang around and watch telly,
"Kate, darling! I'm home, why don't you make us some tea and I will tell you all you missed back in..."
Her sentence cut short as she saw the red-headed woman splayed out on the floor she quickly hurried to her side,
"Kate?"
She placed two fingers on her neck, but couldn't feel her pulse, Kate was dead.
"Oh, Irene I had to do it." said a voice behind her.
Irene slowly stood up and turned around, there sitting by the window sat...
"Moriarty." she whispered.
The dark-haired man grinned and rose his brows, "You didn't think I'd let you get away from me that easily."
"How long have you known?" she asked him curiously.
"Oh! From the very beginning, how stupid do you think I am? How stupid does Sherlock think I am?" he sounded more concerned about the last part.
Irene remained quiet, emitting a chuckle from the man, "I know you helped them." he said in a chipper tone, "Why don't you tell me where you're hiding them?"
Irene tensed her jaw and she frowned, "How did you find me here?"
"Oh, Iris Addleston really? It isn't a very creative name if you're trying to hide. Especially from me, love. It took me an hour to find this place, the only place you purchased using this name... Were you thinking about starting over?" he looked down at the dead woman at their feet and shrugged, "Oops."
The woman fought back tears, "Why are you doing this?" she croaked.
Moriarty let out a sigh and stood up, he began pacing to room before stopping a few inches from Kate's dead body, "Because you interfered with an unfinished game and that's cheating!"
He turned on his heel and resumed his pacing, "I have... a proposition for you." he announced, "I know how much you want to be left alone so that's what I'll do. You've helped Sherlock and now he'll leave you alone now it's my turn doesn't that sound nice?" before letting her reply he continued, "All you need to do is tell me where they are... This isn't your game so instead of interfering just let us continue it and you'll be free. Isn't that what you want?" he gave her a wicked grin and sat back down.
Irene looked down at Kate's body on the floor and wiped away a loose tear, her green eyes settled on Moriarty's. She wanted to be free and although he was betraying Sherlock she knew she owed him nothing, this was her last chance, her last chance to start over.
"Fine."
A wicked grin appeared on Moriarty's face and he waved his hand to urge her to continue. Irene told him almost everything leaving out Sherlock's feelings for Miss Hooper for Irene knew that if he got that piece of information he'd try to use it against Sherlock, and Irene really did like Molly, she was the only woman (besides Kate) who never treated her like a whore and Irene was grateful. Once she finished telling him their location, a look graced his features, he looked so pleased and it made Irene feel sick to her stomach.
"Thank you Miss Adler." he said in a calm tone.
"I want you to leave my home." she demanded.
Moriarty chuckled and stood up, "As you wish."
Irene stood her ground as Moriarty walked passed her, when he got to the door way he stopped, "I hope you enjoy keeping Miss Kate company."
With that he strode out of the room, Irene didn't know what he meant by that until she saw her reflection in the mirror, a red light pierced her forehead and before she could react everything went black.
Molly woke up to find a half-naked Sherlock laying down beside her, for the past few days Molly and Sherlock did nothing but lock themselves in the room enjoying each others company, occasionally they would come out to eat or watch some television, but soon they would lock themselves back in the bedroom.
Molly carefully pulled the duvet off her body and stood up, a tired groan followed by a mutter escaped Sherlock's lips as he turned around and pulled the duvet over his face, Molly smirked and grabbed a change of clothing before sneaking out of the room. Molly was cooking breakfast when she felt a pair of arms snake around her waist; Sherlock settled his head on her shoulder and nuzzled the side of her neck.
"It's smells good." he muttered against her neck.
Molly giggled and stirred the eggs, "It won't smell so good if you make me burn them."
She nudged him away with her hip which only caused him to pulled her closer, he turned her around and planted a kiss on her lips Molly pushed him away and giggled,
"If you make me burn these eggs you're eating them like that."
A pout appeared on his face and Molly went on her toes to kiss him, once she pulled away she turned around and set the eggs aside and began cooking a few sausages. Once those were done she filled up two plates and handed one to Sherlock,
"I think we've stayed here long enough." said Sherlock as he scooped up some eggs.
Molly watched him before responding, "I think you're right."
It had been four days since Irene had left and they hadn't heard anything from Mycroft. Sherlock assured her that he was doing this so no one would suspect what they were up to, in case Mycroft was being watched by any of Moriarty's men and it made sense, at least it made sense to her at least.
"When should we leave?" she asked him curiously.
"I think tonight would be good. The faster we get to Paris, the faster we get home."
Molly grabbed her glass of orange juice (freshly squeezed) and took a sip, "Have you heard from Irene?"
Sherlock shook his head and took her glass of orange juice, "No, but she did tell me not to contact her again. I don't think I'll be hearing from her anymore."
Molly watched him drink the orange juice and let out a sigh, "I hope she lives a good life."
"Why do you care?" he said suddenly, "You only knew her for a few days."
Molly shrugged and bit into a sausage, "I feel bad for her, she's a kind woman." she heard Sherlock scoff, "She is! I mean... she's a bit flirtatious, but I don't see anything wrong with that. We're all different, but we all want the same thing."
"And that is?" he asked with a raised brow.
"Happiness."
Sherlock watched her closely before letting out a chuckle, "You are something different, Molly Hooper."
Sherlock was the first to finish up his food, he stood up and stretched his long limbs, "I'm going to go shower, then start packing."
Molly nodded and watched him, "I'll clean here and make some more orange juice since you drank it all."
Sherlock smirked and leaned over the table and gave her nose a peck, "I promise to make it up to you." he purred.
Molly rolled her eyes but gave him a teasing smirk, "I'll hold you up on that. Now go take a shower and please don't waste all the hot water again!"
xXx
Molly stood up and trotted to the backyard, she had discovered an orange tree in the garden and now she was obsessed with the delicious fruit growing from it, needless to say Molly wouldn't be getting a cold any time soon. As she walked up to the tree one of the workers hastily made her way towards her, he seemed frantic and that made Molly panic, he began speaking rapidly in Italian, but Molly couldn't understand.
"I'm sorry, I don't speak Italian." she said slowly.
The man seem desperate to tell her something but she couldn't understand, maybe if she got Sherlock he'd be able to translate. The man grabbed her arm, but the second he touched her gunshots were heard and blood splattered onto Molly's clothes, the man in front of her fell to the ground and Molly let out a scream. She quickly spun around when she heard footsteps coming towards her a group of men dressed in black walked up to her and grabbed her,
"Let go of me!" she screeched.
"Miss Hooper, we're here for your protection." said one of the men.
"Let me go! Where's Sherlock!?"
"Mr. Holmes has been taken into custody don't worry Miss you're safe."
Molly stiffened, "Into custody? What? What's going on!?"
She struggling again and tried to fight her way out from the man's grasp, she had to find Sherlock, she had to make sure he was alright. Molly felt a pinch on her side and suddenly everything went blurry.
"W-What?" she slurred, "What did you do to me?"
"You're in shock." said the man from earlier, "We've given you something to calm your nerves, you will sleep now. Everything will be explained when you wake up."
Molly frowned slightly, "Sher-Sherlock? Where is he?"
"He's in custody. He won't hurt you we promise..."
Molly didn't hear what he said after, her vision blurred and everything went black.
Molly jerked awake and looked around to find herself in a window less room, she was laying down in a black leather couch and her heart was pounding out of her chest. Where was she? Where was Sherlock!? A knock on the door broke her thoughts and a woman came in with a bag of clothes the woman gave her a friendly smile and set the clothes on the table,
"There's a bathroom to your left, you can change in there." she said in a sweet voice.
"Where am I?"
"Oh don't worry, you're safe. You're back in London."
"London?"
"Yes, this is where you live remember?"
Molly let out a huff of air and grabbed the bag of clothes, without another glance at the woman she entered the bathroom to change.
Molly came out feeling fresh, there had been toiletries in the bag along with her clothes and she was ready to get to the bottom of this. She walked up to the door but it quickly opened, in entered Mycroft Holmes and shut the door behind him.
"Miss Hooper." he said composed tone, "Please have a seat."
"Tell me what's going on." she said impatiently.
"Please?" he motioned towards the table and Molly let out a sigh.
She sat across from him and watched him intensely, "I suppose you want an explanation."
"Obviously."
Mycroft squinted his eyes and smiled, "I see you've spent a lot of time with my brother." he commented.
"Sherlock! Where is he?" she said quickly.
"In custody."
"What!? Why?"
Mycroft leaned back on his chair and pressed his hands together, very similar to Sherlock, "Someone called in a tip on your location last night." he began, "I was unaware of the situation until it was too late."
Molly listened to him and urged him to continue, "Sherlock is being kept in custody for your kidnapping."
"I'll tell them the truth!" she began, "I'll tell them everything! I'll clear his name."
Mycroft shook his head, "That isn't possible; anything you say will be discredited for the time being."
"Why?"
"They believe you have a mild case of...Stockholm syndrome. Apparently, you kept asking for my brother while you were under sedatives and they think you've grown... an attachment to the man who kidnapped you."
Molly let out a huff of air and leaned back, "What are we going to do?" she asked him.
"I'm still working on that." he replied.
The older Holmes stood up and straightened his suit, "I must go speak to my brother now."
Molly nodded, "Please tell him I'm okay."
"Will do, Miss Hooper."
The man exited the room leaving Molly on her own, for the first time throughout this journey she felt trapped and utterly alone and knew it was because she didn't have Sherlock by her side, she placed her hands over her face and began to cry.