'You have one hour.'

'Thank you, Lestrade. He's secure?'

'He's not tied up or anything, but he has no weaponry and we're here. You'll be safe. This isn't usual protocol, but as you're working on a case…'

'Thanks.' Lestrade pushed open Sherlock's cell door and she stepped inside.

'Molly.' The venom and danger was still in his voice, despite his current position. Molly felt somewhat like she was trapped with a wild beast.

'Sherlock,' she said cooly, 'I need to know a few things. You know what happens if you don't co-operate.' Sherlock bared his teeth; he'd been tortured for weeks, but had said nothing. What's more, they'd used his- or rather, the real Sherlock's- riding crop.

'You won't get anything out of me. You're on the losing side, Molly… such a pity. You'd be an asset to me.'

'I'm nothing to you and you're nothing to me, we're agreed on that.'

'Are you sure?' He backed her into the corner and her pulse quickened. He grinned wolfishly and backed away.

'You aren't real. You're not the real Sherlock. He'd never do this… toy with people like you are. We aren't here for your amusement Sherlock. We're human beings. You're not.'

'There's something he never learned. He was never interested. You've often wondered if he was… but he just used you. Me, on the other hand…'

'Shut up. Stop it. Now, tell me what I need to know.'

'For a price.'

'No, tell me or I swear I'll-'

'What? Kiss me to death?'

That did it. Molly drew back her arm and snapped it forward into Sherlock's jaw. She heard a crunch and he staggered back, furious.

'Miss Hooper! I can't condone that!' Lestrade called. He opened the cell door and cuffed her. 'I'm arresting you for grievous bodily harm with intent. You have the right to remain silent. You do not have to say anything but anything you do say may be given as evidence.'

'Lestrade! He might as well be a terrorist, he deserves it!'

'I think some time in the same cell will help you to make amends to Mr Holmes.'

'Lestrade, you're not serious, that can't be legal-'

'Regardless.' He uncuffed her and threw her into the cell at Sherlock's feet. She stood shakily. 'Get something to aid Sherlock, will you Donovan?'

'Sir.'

'Temper, temper Molly. You're becoming a lot like me…'

'I'm nothing like you,' she spat 'you're despicable.'

'And you were willing to go against everything you stand for to get information out of me. You must really love me…'

'John. I love John. You're… nothing. Less than nothing. I despise you. Tell me what I need to know. If you don't, they're be blood on my hands and don't think I care if I go down for it.'

'As I said before; for a price.'

Grudgingly, Molly said, 'What price?'

'Join me. You want excitement in your life, I can see that. You want to be better. You want to impress me, I can tell. Why else would you have such a mean streak?' He flashed a grin.

'You've got no chance. None.'

'Oh, Sherloooock!' Molly spun as a singsong, lilting voice met her ears. She knew that voice.

'Jim?' She said incredulously. Her old boyfriend was strutting up the corridor, hands in pockets.

'Molly! Goodness, isn't this just a wonderful surprise? I see you and Sherlock are getting along nicely. Oh! Oh, Molly, I must introduce myself properly. I never did tell you my surname when we dated, how rude of me,' he stuck his hand through the bars, 'James Moriarty, at your service.'

Molly paled. Jim pouted sadly and Sherlock chuckled.

'Aren't you happy to see me, Molly? Shame… I was hoping I could bail you out and we could go for tea!' He danced a little jig and then turned a serious face to Sherlock. 'Make sure she tells us everything we need to know, is that understood?'

'Yes, James.'

'What are you talking about?' Molly snapped.

Jim put his face very close to the bars and said, quietly, 'you are going to tell us about Sherlock and John and Mrs Hudson and Lestrade- well, the real one- so that we can destroy them all. You see, I can't let Sherlock live. And if he dies, it's only prudent for everyone else to die, too.'

'What if I refuse?'

'You won't. You see, Molly, I own London. I have a criminal network all across the city. I own you. I like to watch the little people dance for their freedom… but you… I own your soul! All I have to do is threaten Sherlock and your precious John and I'll have you jumping through hoops,' to Sherlock he added, 'happy interrogating.'