I could get used to riding around in a car like this, Molly thought, leaning back against the leather seat of the sedan. It was definitely comfortable. Yet the mood was anything but- Sebastian, who hadn't introduced himself, was completely stoic and wouldn't say anything; Moriarty seemed as if he was pouting, staring out the window and refusing to look anywhere else. Molly felt unwanted. Then again, why would he have brought her into his car if he didn't want her? Stupid question. You have no idea what this man could do to you. She almost wanted him to kiss her again like he had in her lab. Almost being the key word.
Her mobile bing-ed, having recently turned the volume on, and Molly pulled it out, checking her messages. Mycroft, Rae, Sherlock, and her sister Elizabeth had all texted her.
I don't need the samples, out investigating recent evidence. Will be gone for a while. SH
What the bloody hell is he off doing? Molly wondered. Someone's going to see him and it's all going to be over. At least he used the same mobile number as last time.
It seems my brother has disappeared. Would you mind if I came for a visit tomorrow morning around 9? MH
No, that would be fine. I look forward to it. Molly sent back. She knew that even if she said no, he would show up anyways. However, it seemed quite peculiar that Mycroft wanted to visit her, now that Sherlock was gone. Maybe it was a coincidence, but anything involving the Holmes brothers never seemed to be a coincidence.
Don't forget: Caroline's bachelorette party is next Saturday! 3 Rae
You should come back to visit soon, Mum is getting anxious… besides, Robby wants to see his favorite auntie :) Lizzy
What Molly didn't know was that the whole time Moriarty had been curiously watching her screen, since she wasn't very good at tilting it towards herself. She had family? He was surprised, seeing as how she had been in the morgue the past Christmas and went to Sherlock's ragtag Christmas Eve party. Hm- that would be something to investigate.
The sedan stopped in front of a posh-looking flat building and Moriarty got out hurriedly, Sebastian opening the car door for Molly as she hesitantly stepped out. The clerk behind the desk did not glance up when they entered through the automatic sliding doors, and Moriarty pressed the lift button with his knuckle. At this point Molly caught up, Sebastian standing behind the two. She watched Moriarty from the corner of her eyes- he pressed his lips together as they waited for the lift to come, rocking back and forth on his heels. He turned his head and smiled, making Molly blush and glance away.
The door opened and the trio stepped in, turned around, and Sebastian pressed the button for floor twenty. Molly leaned against the rail along the wall as the door closed and looked back and forth between the two. Moriarty may be small, but I'm still smaller- but he'd have trouble subduing me. Sebastian is a different story, what is he, over six feet? He'd finish me in seconds. My best bet would be to aim for his plums.
"She thinks we're going to attack her," Moriarty said, amused, taking his mobile from his pocket and opening a text conversation.
"Lift is too small." Sebastian grunted, folding his arms. Does that mean he would attack me if he could? God. She started feeling nervous.
They stood in tense silence until the lift dinged and the doors opened to floor twenty. Moriarty stepped out first, then Molly, as Sebastian had gestured for her to go. Stopping in front of the first door on the hall, Moriarty pressed his thumb onto a certain portion of the doorknob. There was a clicking noise and he turned the knob, opened the door, and stalked in, slamming a door behind himself before the other two could enter.
"Does he always do this?" Molly asked, exasperated, turning to Sebastian, who nodded and shut the door to the flat. Walking in, she saw that while the flat was well decorated, there was no evidence of it being lived in. The furniture and decorations were luxurious and expensive, but there were no pictures or personal items, like at her flat.
The two stood there, Molly becoming increasingly uncomfortable with Sebastian's silence and the absence of Moriarty. Do I ask for the samples? Do I wait for him to come back? She glanced down at her mobile and sighed, glad that the next day was Friday and she only had a four hour shift.
Sebastian began to crack his knuckles and Molly winced at the sound, turning to stare out the floor-to-ceiling windows at the tiny street below. She sighed, still unsure of what to do. I'll just ask for them. The worst that could happen is that Jim will come back and say no, or he won't know where they are, or Sebastian will just say no. Alright. You can do this.
"Can I have the samples back?" she meekly asked, turning around to face Sebastian. He nodded and started down the hall that led off of the living and dining room.
"Down here, Molly," he called out, and she followed quickly, finding a study that was devoid of books or papers, like a lived in study would have. There was an empty bookshelf, a desk, and a laptop. On the desk sat the bag of Sherlock's samples, which Molly reached for and took. She opened the bag and made sure that everything she had put in the bag was inside, then looked up at Sebastian, who was studying her.
"All good?" she nodded and he smiled, flipping the lights off and waiting for Molly to leave the study.
"…Thank you," Molly added as she left the flat, not turning to see if the sentiment had been returned. Was it really that easy? All I had to do was walk in, take the bag, and go? Trying to ignore the uneasy feeling and knot growing in her stomach, Molly took the lift back down and left the building (noticing the sedan was gone), taking the Underground back to her flat.
Maybe I'm braver than I thought I was.
"Was that really the plan, boss?" Sebastian asked, sitting down next to Moriarty on the couch. The latter was flipping through the channels on the rarely-used telly, trying to find something to watch. He settled on reruns of The X Factor and leaned back against the leather back of the couch.
"I wouldn't have done it if it wasn't," Moriarty replied. They watched in silence as Simon Cowell told a woman her mouth was like a cave.
"You made it too easy."
"No, the point was to make her doubt herself." More silence.
"Why?"
"God, Sebastian! I'm the boss, don't question me!" Moriarty crossed his arms stubbornly and frowned at the telly. Sebastian cracked one of his knuckles hesitantly, then continued with the rest when he wasn't told to stop.
"You're going to tell me anyways, aren't you?"
"Yeah, I am," Moriarty grinned and turned to his sniper. "So if I keep making her doubt herself she'll eventually start to believe in herself more. That means boosted confidence." Sebastian nodded. "As she becomes more confident, and we grow closer- meaning I've manipulated her some more- she will start to help me burn and kill Sherlock."
"So how are you going to turn her against him?"
"She's already getting fed up with him staying in her house, I can tell. If he keeps getting on her nerves it'll be even easier for me." The two sat back against the leather and watched another horrible audition.
I'm back! Tried to make this chapter a little longer to make up for the fact that I haven't posted in ages. Good thing I've got another chapter started, huh? Hope you enjoyed!
