Chapter 9
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Authors note: Only a short chapter, but I shall try to post the next one as quickly as I can. Thanks for reading and reviewing. I'm no self defense expert, but I tried my best. Fingers crossed you enjoy :D
Step one - Appear innocent.
Molly placed a hand on Moriarty's arm, causing him to turn and see the smile on her face. A flash of pain crossed Sherlock's eyes, too panicked to realise Molly's plan. The pathologist placed her hands on his waist, caressing his sides seductively as she brought them up his body.
Step two – Obtain higher ground.
Grabbing the lapels of his blazer, she brought Jim's face down to hers. Moriarty went to kiss her, but gasped as the pathologist turned a hundred and eighty degrees and pulled his arm around her neck, using all her strength to hip throw him onto the tiled floor.
Step three – Eliminate threat.
Taking the gun from his hand, Molly pointed it at his chest with trembling fingers. Moriarty looked up at her in disappointment, not bothering to try and stand. Her hands shook whilst she took deep breaths, her heartbeat racing.
Meanwhile, John turned to Sebastian and placed his gun in his pocket. He raised his hands in surrender, causing Moran to tilt his head in confusion. Using the element of surprise, John reached out and wrapped his fingers around the barrel of the gun, whilst the other punched Sebastian in the jaw. His opponent screamed in pain. Once the doctor had obtained both guns, he pushed Moran to floor and sat on him, an amused expression on his face.
Sherlock ran over to Molly and stole the gun from her trembling hands. Grabbing Moriarty's tie, the detective pulled him into a standing position, and pushed him roughly against a wall.
"You monster!" He shouted, "You can commit crimes, Jim. You can try to ruin my life. You can strap a bomb to my best friend. You can even try to kill me, but the second you touch a hair on Molly Hooper's head is the second that you, your Westwood suits and your heart of coal with cease to exist."
Lestrade took this moment to burst through the door, Naomi and a handful of police officers following. A few rushed to Moran, handcuffing him and allowing John to stand and assist Sherlock. By this time, the detective was repeatedly punching the psychopath.
"Sherlock, it's okay," John said soothingly, though his friend continued.
"Sherlock…" He tried again.
"Sherlock!"
A hand placed itself on the detective's shoulder, causing him to stop and glance beside him. Molly stood with a calm expression on his face, her eyes begging him to stop. Sherlock relaxed and pulled the pathologist into a crushing hug, tears streaming down his cheeks as kept her small frame held tightly against him. Moriarty slumped against the wall, blood trickling down from his broken nose. Lestrade handcuffed and dragged a half-conscious Moriarty out of the building.
"If they send him to prison, won't he just find a way out again?" Naomi asked curiously.
"Don't worry. He's going to face a lot more than prison," John stated.
Naomi stared at him intently, expecting him to elaborate.
"Mycroft," He explained.
She nodded in understanding. After a few moments, Sherlock finally let go of the girl in his arms, and gazed into her eyes with relief and adoration.
"A Judo hip throw? I assume you were taught in your childhood from experienced professionals. You showed high skill and understanding of what you were doing," He stated, still deducing in his tired state.
"You were taught dance, I was taught Judo," Molly replied, grinning.
"You're staying at Baker Street tonight. I don't want you out of my sight."
Molly agreed, too exhausted to argue.