Molly was frozen. She could feel herself shaking, could hear herself panting but she couldn't move. Her fear had overrun every thought in her mind. She needed guidance. She felt a hand placed on the small of her back and in panic she looked up to see Sherlock in front of her. Confused she looked at his eyes. They were flitting from one direction to the other, calculating and void of emotion.
He started to walk forwards, forcing her to walk back. She tripped over her own feet taken by surprise at the movement. Her back hit a wall suddenly and then she realised what Sherlock was doing. He was reducing the points of attack on both of them. He removed his hand from her back and moved to her right side, his back also against the wall.
She could hear him breathing, could see the tension in his jaw, which signified to her that even though she couldn't see it in his eyes, he was afraid and that terrified her even more. She had never, in all the years she'd known him, seen him flustered or shaken and now here it was. And it was all because of one man. One horrifying, devious, cruel man.
Molly had an epiphany of sorts in that moment. Yes, he was an arse but she loved Sherlock Holmes. She liked her life and wanted to continue living it in any way she saw fit. She realised to do that, she was going to have to concoct a plan of escape for herself and Sherlock. This was her lab and she knew every molecule inside it. Sherlock and Molly would leave this building, alive.
She calculated in the dark, their position in the laboratory. If the slab was in front of her and the door was to her right that meant the cupboards to her left contained the acids. More specifically, Hydroflueric Acid, a very corrosive substance and one of the most dangerous acids on the planet. It melts skin and corrodes the calcium in your bone matter. Very dangerous but very useful in these deadly games.
Next to Sherlock were the pressurised gasses, aerosols and so on. An aerosol combined with a flame was a good example of quite a small, controlled fire. Also, in that cupboard was a canister of pressurised chloroform.
Whilst these thoughts were tumbling though her mind she felt Sherlock move further to the right. She reached out quickly and grabbed hold of his sleeve.
"Where are you going?" She seethed, in a whisper. She heard the door creak, saw the lights flicker and there in front of them was Jim Moriarty.
"Hello" he crooned. "Hi Molly" he said with a wink. "Now what am I going to do with the pair of you? How dare you go on living when I've killed you once already? Ha-ha." He said with a smile but Molly could see, even from this distance, the murderous glint in his eye.
Sherlock stayed silent, glaring at Moriarty, following his movements around the room.
"What do you want?" Molly said, pleased she could speak with minimal vibrations in her voice.
Moriarty looked her up and down before looking straight into her eyes, like he just only realised she was there."Hmmm, what have you done to her, Sherlock? I worked so hard on breaking her and yet she seems stronger than before... What have you been doing?"
She saw Sherlock glance at her and then look straight back at Moriarty. Moriarty leaned his head to one side as if trying to figure out a puzzle. "Aaaahhh, I see. You forgot her Sherlock Tut, tut." He said, condescendingly.
Molly glared at Moriarty but said nothing; she was contemplating how she could get to the cupboard next to Sherlock containing the chloroform gas cylinder without being snipered.
"Well, I'm just going to have to start from scratch. Sherlock sit here or I will have Miss Hooper shot." He said, pointing to the stool in front of him. Molly looked down and could see five red dots aimed at her chest.