Molly had hardly slept, as she opened her eyes they felt heavy and tired. The morning sun was gleaming through the curtains, illuminating the bedroom in a warm, gold light. She wondered what time it was, as she pulled back her duvet, Sherlock hadn't come in to wake her up, she took that as a sign that Moriarty had been silent and that Lestrade hadn't yet called them to examine a new, horrifying crime scene. This gave Molly a little hope. She changed out of her pygamas and changed into her clothes for the day. Looking out at the snow, Molly shivered before pulling on another few more wooly layers. "It's going to be a cold one" She murmured as she pulled on another pair of socks.
A few minutes later, Molly stumbled down the stairs, rubbing her eyes with her hands, in an effort to wake herself up. As she reached the landing, she saw that Sherlock was lying on the sofa, with his eyes closed and his face expressionless. He didn't notice her as she walked across the living room into the kitchen, giggling weakly to herself as she noticed Toby laying beside him on the couch, watching her. Molly took out his cat food from one of the cupboards and began preparing his breakfast. Hearing the familiar sound, Toby leaped from the sofa, treading over Sherlock as he did so, kicking him out of his daze. Toby ran into the kitchen and jumped up onto the counter beside her, purring. Sherlock sat up on the sofa and watched as Molly gave him his breakfast. She put on the kettle.
"How are you?" Molly chirped up, hearing Sherlock rustling on the sofa. "Lestrade hasn't called yet then?" Her voice was serious.
"No" He replied hoarsely, she nodded at him.
"How long have you been up?" She said, trying to sound cheerful.
"I didn't sleep, I was thinking" He said.
"What were you thinking about?" She said, bringing in two teas from the kitchen. She handed one to him before sitting down on the sofa beside him.
"What do you think." He sighed, taking the tea.
"Me too. It's agony just waiting...I feel so helpless, just knowing that he's out there.." She said, looking at him weakly. He stared back at her.
All of a sudden, Sherlock jumped up from the sofa and strided across the room, grabbing his coat from the back of John's chair and pulled in on gracefully. He turned back to Molly, who was looking at him in confusion, before grabbing her coat.
"Please tell me you have a plan" She said hopefully, following him as he advanced out the door and began to decent the stairs. He turned to her and looked up at her with a determined expression.
"If we find Gibley, we'll find Moran and Moriarty" He said, repeating the words from the night before.
As Sherlock reached the front door of 221b, he turned back to wait for Molly to reach his side. She looked at him, her expression turning fearful.
"Sherlock, the people today, the people Moriarty is going to..kill, do you think they have any chance..." She said weakly, her voice full of hope.
"We can't save them Molly" He said firmly, shocking her "They are most likely already dead" And with that, he turned, opened the door and slipped out. Molly followed, watching his coat fly behind in the bitter, January breeze, it's blackness contrasting starkly with the white glint of the snowy ground.
About fifteen minutes later, Molly and Sherlock's cab pulled up outside New Scotland Yard. Molly looked up at the building in front of her in absolute awe, as she followed Sherlock up the snowy steps.
As they entered Scotland Yard, Molly rejoiced at the wisp of air conditioning that hit her face. She stared in bewilderment at the pure scale and style of the inside of the building with it's elegant white marble walls, spanning up as far as she could see.
"Sherlock" A familiar voice called from across the grand reception area. Greg Lestrade walked over to them with a confused expression and a slight smile. "It's a surprise seeing you here mate, I said I'd text if anything turned up"
"Yes, I know" Sherlock said, Lestrade stared at him expectantly. "We're hoping you could dig up some surveillance videos"
"Surveillance videos? Well, that's not my division. But I'm sure I can grab someone to help you out. You two onto something?" He asked.
"Maybe, not too sure yet" Sherlock responded.
"Right well, follow me then" He said, smiling at Molly.
Upstairs, on the 30th floor, Lestrade introduced Sherlock and Molly to the head of security and surveillance Bob Turner. Bob was about twenty years old, he stared at Sherlock, eyes wide, like a puppy looking at his master.
"What can I help you with Mr. Holmes" He chimed, smiling widely.
"I need you to pull up some security footage from St Barts" Sherlock said impatiently.
"Okie dokie" Bob turned to his large mac computer and started typing at lightening speed. Sherlock gave Molly a look and raised his eyes to heaven impatiently. Molly stifled a giggle and looked at the computer.
"Alright Mr. Holmes, what dates are we looking at here" Bob said brightly, still typing.
"Sunday 15th of January 2012" Molly responded almost instantly "from 12-1 pm" Sherlock looked at her wistfully.
"Alrighty" Bob said curiously, typing again. "Where?"
"The eastern stairwell" Sherlock said.
"Right, and volá" He said, sitting back in his chair.
"May I" Sherlock said, pointing at the chair.
"Oh of course, of course, I'm so sorry, here" Bob jumped up and allowed Sherlock to sit down. Molly stifled another giggle.
"Maybe one for my girlfriend too" Sherlock said.
"What?" Molly squeaked.
"Of course, of course" Bob said, grabbing a chair and placing it behind Molly "Sorry I didn't think"
"Off you go" Sherlock said, looking at the screen.
"Yes..yes.." Bob said, scampering off.
"Sherlock" Molly began, smiling to herself. But he wasn't listening to her, his eyes were fixed on the screen in confusion. She turned and looked at the screen. The time said 1pm, Moriarty's body was being taken down from the roof on a stretcher. Two men in fluorescent vests carried either side of it, behind them followed a man in a lab coat. They were talking, Sherlock turned up the volume.
"He's quite a mess isn't he?" Said the first man.
"Ha, you should see the other guy" the other said "He jumped off the roof"
"What the hell was going on up there? What were they doing?" the first man said.
"Beats me, any ideas Gibley? the second man said. Gibley didn't respond.
"That's him isn't it? Gibley?" Molly asked quietly. Sherlock was silent, he leaned in closer to the screen, trying to figure something out. Sherlock clicked a button and the camera changed, allowing them to view the eastern corridor. The three men and the stretcher entered the hallway, they placed the stretcher on a wheeled gurney. And stood back. Gibley had his back to the camera. Suddenly, two men wearing white lab coats appeared from the other end of the hall. A split second later, the two men in the fluorescent vests fell to the ground. Molly gasped in shock as she realized they were shot. The men in the lab coats walked down the hall and stopped beside Gibley, putting their guns back in their pockets. Gibley turned around to them, smiling smugly. The two men took either end of the gorney and began wheeling down the corridor. Sherlock paused the tape. Molly's hands were shaking.
"Bob." Sherlock called, startling her. Bob reappeared and ran to his side.
"Yes Mr. Holmes" he said.
"Can you zoom into his face" Sherlock said, his eyes not leaving the computer screen. Bob leaned forward and clicked a few buttons, zooming in. Gibley's face came into focus, Sherlock gasped quietly.
"Thanks Bob" he said quietly, Bob scuttled off once more.
"What's wrong Sherlock" Molly said quietly, staring at Sherlock.
"There is no Gibley Molly" He turned to her. "That's Sebastian Moran"
Molly stared at him, disbelief and hatred filling her from head to toe.
"The man who fooled us both" she whispered.
Suddenly, Lestrade barged in, a look of fear and shock on his face.
"Oi, Sherlock...Molly" Sherlock and Molly turned to him.
"Where?" Sherlock said, jumping up in a flash, grabbing his coat and throwing it around himself.
"White chapel" Lestrade replied as Sherlock strided past him, Molly followed, with a hurricane of fear, regret and dread growing within her.
"Time to see what Moriarty has for us next" she thought to herself in fury. Her hatred for Moriarty growing in every, single, step.