Hello! Sorry that it seems to be taking me longer to reply to reviews etc. Lots of stuff going on at the moment so I'm trying desperately to get onto a computer when I can. I'm still so greatful for all your support so thank you very much! :) This chapter is a tad random but I wrote it a while back now and really wanted to include it so here it is. :) Hope you like!


Molly had barely moved after Irene had left her attention now on Moriarty who stared at her from the other end of the room. He didn't speak for a moment, silent only to watch her but slowly she began to see a smile appear on his face until she heard him begin to laugh softly and from the sound she could tell that she was part of the joke.

"Making you laugh am I?" She asked, still surprising herself with the confidence in her voice. She had no idea where she was managing to muster it from. Moriarty raised his eyebrows at her in surprise and amusement.

"Just thinking." He replied with a shrug and the smirk on his face made Molly want to hit him but she stayed backed to the wall, her feet not letting her move. "Just thinking about how I managed to play you so easily as 'Jim from IT'." He continued, the last three words said with the fake London accent that he had used with Molly when she had first met him. "It would have been more fun if it hadn't have been so hideously easy. All I had to do was smile at you and you were like putty in my hand. You just so wanted to be loved." He mocked her with a sarcastic look on his face and Molly wasn't sure how much more of this she could take. Being in the house was bad enough but she was sure that being stuck in it with Jim Moriarty would be too much to handle.

"I ended it." She responded, cringing at how feeble her words sounded, especially when Moriarty placed his hand over his chest in a fake act of pain.

"Oh and it hurt Molly. I couldn't sleep for weeks." He replied, his tone dripping with sarcasm before a ringing came from his pocket. Slowly he took out his phone, his gaze still not leaving her. "Don't pretend that I didn't get you. You were embarrassingly desperate, if I'd have wanted you to, you would have followed me all the way down the aisle." He continued, his expression making his words darker than they seemed and Molly repressed a shiver as he placed the phone to his ear.

"Make it quick." He said into the phone and a silence followed for a few moments that made Molly anxious. She watched as Moriarty's face turned to stone, his eyes even darker then they were before. He began to walk towards the door of the room slowly, exiting without even a glance at Molly and when he spoke again, his voice was calm but dangerous. "When she goes too far he tells me. Then you wait for my order. Get it wrong and I'll find someone else to fire a bullet at your head." The door closed and she exhaled in relief as her mind began to drift back to what he had said about her. Was she really that desperate that she had fallen for a man like him? Had she really fallen at all? She had convinced herself that she hadn't but she hadn't really thought about it.

The thought that she had dated Moriarty had repulsed her as soon as she had found out the truth and all memories of 'Jim from IT' had been pushed to the back of her mind but for the first time since she had learned who he really was, she let herself remember...


The night was beginning to fall and Molly waited nervously in her flat, checking the time every two seconds to make sure that she wasn't being stood up. She told herself not to worry, that he was a nice guy and it wasn't anything serious but she couldn't help the first date jitters from arising.

It wasn't often that Molly went out with men. She usually felt like a rambling fool who managed to turn everything she said into something embarrassing. Usually it was because she had downed a glass of wine beforehand, trying to dull the nagging voice in her head that wouldn't let her forget who she really wanted to be taking her out and who she wished would pay her even the slightest bit of attention. But then she had met Jim from IT and he had been so warm and kind that she hadn't felt as afraid to talk to him. They worked together on a couple of things, one needing a favour from the other or vice versa until he had finally asked her out for a drink. Molly had said yes quickly, probably a little too quickly with hindsight, but he had seemed to be pleased that she had agreed and now she was waiting for him, with two minutes to go until he had said he would be there to pick her up.

Molly used her hands to flatten down her curled hair before she ran to the mirror to check her reflection one more time. She wore a fitted blue dress that she felt complimented her eyes which were highlighted with a line of black eyeliner and rimmed with more mascara than usual and her lips were a deep shade of pink. She made sure that she was wearing her lipstick.

'I thought it was a big improvement. Mouth's too small now.'

Molly shook her head as Sherlock's voice suddenly echoed in her mind. She had to forget him tonight otherwise it would end the same way her dates always did: on her own with a bottle of wine and whole big bar of chocolate whilst watching repeats of 'Friends'.

A knock on the door brought her out of her thoughts and she took one last quick glance at her reflection before walking to the door. She inhaled deeply to calm herself before fixing a smile on her face and opening it to see Jim standing there, smiling also as he held a white rose in his hand.

"Tradition on a first date." He said as she noticed it and made a 'aww isn't that sweet' noise.

"Thank you, that's really nice of you." She replied, a blush rising on her cheeks as she took the flower from him. "Come in, I won't be too long, I've just got to grab my coat." She moved to turn away from him but stopped when he spoke.

"Actually, I brought some wine with me. I thought we might have drinks here instead." He said, a little nervously and Molly raised her eyebrows, a little taken aback.

"Oh." Was all she said and she mentally cursed herself when nothing else came to her mind.

"I just thought that we don't really know each other very well yet and I would quite like to change that. It'll be easier to talk here than in a loud bar somewhere." He said and when she still didn't speak, he looked down at his feet and put his hands in his pockets, shifting uncomfortably. "But I understand if you don't want to, we can still go out, I -." He mumbled and Molly forced her brain to work.

"No, no! That's a much nicer idea. Yeah, it would be nice to get to know each other." She responded quickly, her words tumbling out as her mind told her to stop using the word 'nice'. Jim didn't seem to notice however and his face suddenly lit up in a relieved smile.

"Oh okay, I thought you were going to think I was bonkers for suggesting that." He sighed, the way his eyes glittered making her realise why she had been attracted to him in the first place

. "No, not at all." She replied before leading him into her living room. "Make yourself comfortable, I'll get some glasses." Molly took the bottle from him and quickly went into her kitchen and dug through the cupboards to find two wine glasses, her heart beating even faster now that Jim had actually turned up. She let herself take a breath before she poured the wine and when she turned back to face him, glasses in hand, she saw that he was wandering around the room, looking at the various pictures and decorations that she had.

"This your family then?" He asked when she reached him, pointing at a picture of her when she was younger, standing next to her parents. She smiled sadly at it as she handed Jim his glass, not noticing as she looked at it that his attention had now turned to her.

"Yeah. Me, Mum and Dad. I was about thirteen there." She responded, taking a sip of her wine.

"Oh. Do you still live near them?" He asked and Molly felt the hurt that always came when she thought of her parents for too long hit her.

"My Mum moved away a while ago and erm... My dad... Well...He died." She mumbled, clutching her glass tighter and dropping her eyes to the floor. She couldn't believe that she was getting upset on their first date. This had to be one of the worst starts to one that she had ever had. Just as she turned to walk away, sure that she had blown it, she felt a comforting hand on her shoulder and looked up at Jim who was looking at her, his eyes full of sympathy.

"I'm really sorry." He said quietly and Molly was momentarily speechless for a moment before she shook her head.

"No, it's fine. It was a while ago now." She whispered before clearing her throat and stepping away from him to sit down on her sofa, the intensity of his eyes as they stared down at her becoming too much for her. "Do you have any family around here?" She asked, forcing a lighter tone into her words. Jim smiled and shook his head as he sat down next to her.

"Nah. Just me here in London." He responded, not elaborating any further, the pause that followed caused Molly to take another sip of her wine.

"So, who's that guy that always comes to visit you in the lab?" He asked suddenly and Molly looked at him, her eyes wide as she tried to picture who he was referring to. "You know, the one with the crazy curly hair, he's always hanging around your lab. Should I be jealous?" He added with a playful laugh and Molly laughed too but nervously as she began to feel a little flustered. Of all the things (or people) that she wanted to be talking about, this was not one of them.

"Oh, that's just Sherlock Holmes. He comes in to steal my equipment for his cases." She replied, her voice high and she took another drink.

"Cases?" He asked and Molly tried not to pull an exasperated face. She did not want to talk about Sherlock.

"He's a consulting detective." She answered shortly.

"Oh yeah, I think I've seen his name in the papers. Isn't he like, insanely clever or something?" He asked and Molly sighed quietly, realising that there was no backing out of this topic now.

"Pretty much. He picks up on things that normal people wouldn't even look twice at. For example, once, he managed to deduct that one of the victims that I was working, hadn't in fact committed suicide but had been murdered, just from how his shoes were tied." She explained, watching Jim as he listened intently, his expression almost excited.

"Wow. That's impressive." He responded and Molly nodded in agreement.

"And that's not even the most impressive thing he's done." She sighed and Jim just smiled.

"You'll have to introduce me when he's next around. I'd quite like to meet him." He said and Molly frowned a little, confused at how they had managed to talk about how brilliant Sherlock was on their first date.

"Sure." She replied, determined now to change the topic. "So how long have you worked at St Bart's for?"

The night passed with a lot of small talk, basic questions that Jim seemed to ask a lot of but not answer too many of himself. She talked about her job, different cases she had worked and people she worked with (Sherlock popped up a few more times, each time earning a 'I'll have to meet him' from Jim). She even started talking about her childhood nearer the end of the night but she was still non-the-wiser about him. The wine went fairly quickly but Molly was sure that she had drank the majority of it. She didn't mind too much though, it had made her feel a little bit more relaxed and generally happier about how the evening had gone.

"Well, I'd better be off. Early shift tomorrow." Jim said after a couple of hours of sitting and talking. Molly nodded and quickly followed suit when he stood up from the sofa. They walked to the door and Jim put his hand on the handle as he turned to face her. "Thank you for a lovely night Molly. It was good to get to know you a bit better." He said with a smile and she nodded again.

"It was a good idea to stay here. We should do it again sometime and maybe I'll let you talk a bit." She joked with a small laugh which Jim echoed.

"No, I don't mind. I like listening." He replied before stepping forward towards her. "It was good to find out about you." He said and Molly felt her cheeks begin to burn as she realised both how close he was and also that the goodbye was approaching.

"Yeah. Tonight was really nice." She replied, mentally scolding herself for using the word 'nice' again but soon forgot about it when her brain began to wonder if he would close the small gap between them and kiss her goodnight. His eyes glittered in the mesmerising way that she had noticed all evening and he smiled at her knowingly, making her tummy twist as she prepared herself for it.

"Right. Well, see you tomorrow." He said suddenly, pulling the door open and stepping out into the corridor, turning to wave at her before disappearing down the stairs. Molly waved back and shut the door, leaning on it as it closed. She wasn't sure whether she was relieved or disappointed that he hadn't kissed her. In fact, she wasn't sure about the whole night. On paper Jim was the perfect guy, he was a good looking man (his eyes were especially lovely), he listened to her, he brought her roses, he was always so nice to her but that was it: He was nice. The evening was nice, the talking was nice but nothing to scream and shout about. She told herself that she needed something more interesting and exciting but deep-down she knew it was because Jim wasn't the man that would never leave her head. He wasn't Sherlock.

Molly groaned to herself, wondering if she would ever be able to move on from him. He would never look twice at her in that way even if she wished for it with everything she had. She was nothing more than access to a lab for him. She didn't count in his life really but it never stopped him always counting in hers. She had to move on from Sherlock Holmes. With a more determined attitude, she walked back into the living room and grabbed her phone, finding Jim's name and beginning to type a message.

'Really enjoyed tonight. Would love to do it again sometime. M xx'

And she sent it. She would get over Sherlock, she just had to give herself a chance and Jim was her chance.


As the situation that Molly is in forces her to be near Moriarty again, I think that the whole 'Jim from IT' episode would have to be addressed. I had this idea and wrote it and I wanted to put it in the story so I hope you all liked it and didn't find it too random! I quite enjoyed writing it. :) Let me know what you think pleeeeeease! :D