Molly sighed and watched the cloud of breath that was in front of her face as it floated to the right, blown by the chilly wind.

She was waiting.

Waiting for Moriarty. And hopefully, if he showed up, she would confront him about taking Sherlock's samples from her lab. My lab, Molly thought. They had never made a deal to meet up, but she had a feeling if she waited, he would eventually arrive. He had initiated all of their past encounters, now it was up to her to start one.

Molly's phone began to ring and she glanced at it, watching Unknown pop up on the screen. Her heart raced in anticipation of it being Moriarty. The chance she'd been waiting for.

"Hello?" she answered, hoping she sounded cool and collected.

"Molly, what are you doing? No, never mind, this is important. I need those samples of the necrotizing fasciitis infected skin." Sherlock's voice made Molly groan internally and she slumped back against the bench, sighing.

"It's Sunday, Sherlock. The morgue is closed, unless there's an emergency."

"This is an emergency! You can go open your lab under the pretense and-"

"You know what, Sherlock? You're like a child. Everything is me, me, me! But that's not what the world is like. I'm not alive to do your bidding. God knows I'm already doing enough hiding you in my flat. I can get you the samples tomorrow."

"Fine." The line ended and Molly smiled to herself for being able to shut Sherlock up for once. That didn't happen very often, and it was always unexpected when one could. However, the silence never lasted long. He would be calling about something else within an hour, she supposed.

"He's bothering you, isn't he?" Molly jumped, then cursed quietly. Why does he always put me on edge? I need to be calm. Cool and collected. Placing her phone back in her bag, she pulled her purse closer and set it on her lap. It wouldn't be wise to let Moriarty get into her belongings again.

"You took a bag of samples, and I need them back." She stared at a few kids running around and playing in the slushy snow. Unlike Molly, they were free, unburdened.

"Really? Why? Are they important?"

"They're from a corpse and I have to give the autopsy results soon."

"We can make an arrangement, I believe, Miss Hooper."

"Good! Because my job is pretty important, as are the samples."

"But you're lying."

"What? No, no, I'm not!" You're being too defensive! Now it seems like you are lying, which you are, but… that's not the point, get back on task! "They're important samples, and I need them for an autopsy," They are important… and yes, they're from an autopsy, but I don't need them now. So I'm not completely lying.

"If you say so!" Moriarty sang, his tone changing completely. Molly turned to give him an odd look, surprised by the sudden change. What the hell? "But I know you like me, Molly. You don't have to be afraid to admit it," now he was speaking in a hushed, low voice, for a child ran by them with a football.

"I liked Jim from IT. I do not like Jim Moriarty," Molly stubbornly said, refusing to acknowledge that, yes, a part of her did like Jim Moriarty. He was something she craved to be- evil. All her life, she had been mousy, shy Molly Hooper, the girl who often went unnoticed. Although it had been to get Sherlock's attention, Jim noticed her. He was different from all her other boyfriends, who had been just as docile as her, or at least now he was.

"Deep down, you wish you were like me. You wish you could work up the nerve to do something bad for once," Moriarty teased, almost reading her mind. Huffing, Molly stood up.

"I don't have time for this, I want- need- the samples. Let's go get them so we-" she stopped when Moriarty grabbed her wrist and yanked her back down to a sitting position. He seemed agitated now, an unfriendly smile spreading across his face.

"Nuh uh-uh! I don't think so! We play by my rules."

"Who said we were playing anything?" he leaned in until his lips were pressed against Molly's ear, left unprotected by her tied-up hair. She froze, almost letting herself enjoy the sensation never felt before.

"You see, Miss Hooper," Moriarty's lips tickled her ear, "this is all a game. And when I play games, I always win," Molly shivered as a black sedan pulled up to the curb, Moriarty pulling her up and heading towards it. Don't let him sense your fear.

But this time, Molly was slightly excited for the adventure.

"Sebastian, head to the penthouse." Moriarty ordered as they slid into the backseat.


Inspiration finally struck, and this chapter was written! Hopefully it lives up to expectations. Jim gets a little crazier in this chapter, but I was up the challenge of writing that. It was kind of fun :) Sorry this chapter is a little shorter- but it's not by much! I promise!