Molly was tired and more importantly she missed Greg. It'd been a month since their first date. Text conversations and phone calls just weren't the same. They'd managed to sneak in one weekend get away a week and a half ago. Smiling at the memory Molly went about her tasks at the latest crime scene. Their trip had been to a lovely bed and breakfast just outside of London. It was a two story brick house with a wonderful garden in full bloom. It'd been tucked back by a creek and it was the most relaxed Molly had felt in a long time. She could tell Greg had been too. It'd been nice to see the tension ebb from Greg. To see him laugh and smile.
Today Molly was at a murder scene. The victim a young man in his twenties with a wicked stab wound to the chest. Nothing to Sherlock's standards to which Molly was grateful. She just wasn't in the mood for the consulting detective's ego. Most of the techs had left leaving just a few officers interviewing neighbors. The apartment wasn't in the best neighborhood and robbery was a suspected motive. Though Molly wasn't so sure. The victim's flat screen tv and expensive video game system were still there.
It was almost five o'clock on a wednesday afternoon. Quitting time for normal people and for once Molly could almost qualify as one of the masses. This was her only open case. Molly just had to head back to the morgue, finish paperwork and she might be home by seven. Maybe just maybe Molly could call Greg on the way home and see if he wanted to meet for a late dinner at a pub. Just then a sound reached Molly that caused her to freeze. It was a cross between a footstep and a thud. Standing Molly crept to the front door. It was probably nothing. She'd read too many books, spent too much time with Sherlock and seen too many movies. Molly stepped out of the open doorway and under the crime scene tape. The hallway was empty or so Molly thought. As she straightened to turn a muscular male arm snaked around her neck pulling Molly back against him.
The young doctor didn't have time to scream. Molly tried to struggle but she was too afraid. It was then Molly saw the still form of one of the young officers tucked between a corner and the stairs his shoes just visible. Nausea made itself known and Molly swallowed fighting to keep the bile at bay.
"Why?"Hooper asked in a croaked whisper once her attacker released pressure on her throat.
"My robbery was interrupted."The man stated angrily as he held a knife into her field of vision."I intend to get something for my trouble."
All Molly could do was pray. Pray and hope that Greg would find her.
Biting Anderson's head off was an almost daily task for Greg Lestrade. The man was decent at his job but it was his personality or lack of that got on Greg's nerves. However, what Anderson had just told him made Lestrade's blood run cold.
"What do you mean nobody's responding?"Lestrade demanded as he rose from the chair behind his desk.
"Dispatch's been trying for the past three minutes. Backup's enroute thought you'd want to go too."
Tinsley murder….Molly's case…..
Grabbing his coat, keys and cell phone Lestrade followed Anderson out the door. As they raced for the car Greg dialed and redialed Molly's cell.
"Come on Molly-girl, pick up. Please pickup."Greg pleaded silently as they got in the car and Anderson pulled out of the garage.
When Molly awoke her head was pounding and her throat felt like it was broke in two. She blinked against the darkness. Disoriented, trying to remember what happened. She was lying on her back hands and feet bound. Her right arm throbbed and she felt blood. How the injury had happened wasn't clear to Molly yet. Slowly memories came back in snatches.
Crime scene.
Apartment.
Man in hallway.
Molly felt tears begin and as they flowed it was only then that she noticed she was blindfolded. Stupid, stupid, she was so stupid. Molly knew better than to investigate something on her own. It was drilled into her in training. Crime scenes were never a hundred percent safe. No matter how it seemed. She struggled to stop the tears and try to be brave. The fear was nearly all consuming. Molly had never been more afraid. The man only had her because she was a means to an end; an opportunity. When that was over would she be over?
Molly knew Greg would do everything in his power to find her. Maybe even contact Sherlock. The thought of Greg, Sherlock and John riding to her rescue made the fear ebb a bit; just a bit. The tears slowed and Molly allowed herself to be hopeful. Maybe just maybe she'd get out of this alive.