Not-So-Mousey Molly

by socially-awkward-butterfly

Molliarty, set just after the Great Game. Molly has just discovered who her lovely Jim really is. The cunning consultant, the spider. Molly, push-over in the morgue and too kind for her own good, the mouse. But this devious criminal may be enough to break Molly from her shell, to unbottle the wits and cleverness that've always hid behind a sweet mask of lies. Sort of dark!Molly.

3. A Game

Molly walked into the lab, and then groaned internally when she saw Sherlock. The last thing she needed was to be deduced.

"You're late," he muttered. "By an hour."

"Yes, Sherlock, I am."

"Why?"

"I don't have to explain myself to you." He looked up from his microscope with a frown and Molly made her best effort to act casual. She apparently passed his test as he looked back down at his microscope without another word. She let out a breath of relief and then set her things up.

"You never chew gum," Sherlock remarked after a moment.

"Sorry?"

"You were chewing gum earlier-"

"I was not."

"You were," he insisted. "Your breath smells like mint-"

"I brushed my teeth."

"-And I did a study on the different smells of artificial mint. Mint gum, distinct. But you never chew gum. The smell is faint. It was spit out almost immediately. Why were you chewing gum, Molly?"

"It's none of your business," she snapped. "And I've got work to do in the morgue, so good day." She stormed out quickly, heart beating loudly. When she was out of sight and earshot, she leaned against the wall, breathing hard. That was too close- and Molly hadn't even kissed Jim back. It was just the fact she hadn't stopped him or called the police, so she didn't want anyone finding out.

She laughed at her paranoid thoughts and pushed her hair back. Jim had made her feel guilty for something she hadn't even done. No. She wouldn't allow him to manipulate her like this. She needed the upper hand somehow…

She pulled her phone from her pocket and found his number.

Up for some fun, Jimmy? -Molly

Ooh, Molly, you naughty girl. I'm always up for fun. -JM

Good. -Molly

What were you thinking? -JM

A game. -Molly

Molls, I'm going to give you the chance right now to back out. I *always* win my games, love, and the opposing side can be left a bit… hurt. –JM

And I never give up on anything, so this will be interesting. Don't you think? -Molly

It'll be entertaining, at the least, if our goodbye this morning was a preview of what's to come. –JM

Nothing so predictable. -Molly

Then what's the name of the game? –JM

Murder. -Molly

I know, it's short. Sorry. Please read, review, and suggest anything you'd like to see incorporated into the story. I can't make any promises, but I'll try.