A/N:This chapter is kind of short (sorry). We're getting to the end of the line :) There's probably about one more chapter till the end. Thank you very much to everyone who has read this. Thank you very much.
"The wedding is over…Are you here for the bride or for the groom?" Molly said, refusing to face the man.
"Well sweetie, I'm not really here for either. I'm here for a pretty young woman who just so happens to be a friend to both the bride and the groom." The man's slight Irish accent sent chills down Molly's spine.
"And who exactly would that be James?" Molly asked quietly. James chuckled and began to toy with Molly's hair.
"Didn't I tell you to call me Jim?"
"That was a long time ago." Molly replied, finally turning towards Jim.
"Not long enough for me to forget, sweetheart. You were on the brink of becoming Mrs. Jim Moriarty and this is how you greet me after ten years?"
"You know quite well why I ran away." Molly said coldly.
"Oh, that hurt sweetheart." Jim put his hand over his heart in mockery.
"What do you want?"
"I just want my sweetheart back home with me." Jim said as he wound his arms around Molly's waist.
"If you don't get off of me now I swear-"
"Let's take a walk, honey." Jim remarked, pinching Molly's hip. He unwound his arms from her waist and put one around Molly's shoulders, making sure to bring her in tight to his body.
"I don't want to ever want to be near you again!" Molly tried to shrug his arm off but he only held her tighter.
"See, you don't really have a choice Molly dear. If you don't come with me, I promise each and every one of these boring people will be shot where they stand."
"You're bluffing."
"Do you want to take that chance? One little movement from me and they could all be dead." Jim gave a chuckle. "So what will it be, sweetcakes?"
"I'll come with you." Molly sighed, defeated.
"That's my girl." Jim crooned and led Molly away from the wedding party.
Out of the corner of his eye Sherlock watched as Molly walked away with the strange man.
"Who is that?" Sherlock asked, interrupting Mrs. Hudson and the other older woman's conversation. He pointed to the retreating forms of Molly and Jim.
"He said his name was Richard Brooke. He wanted to see Molly for some reason. I thought he must have been an old boyfriend or something." Mrs. Hudson replied.
"Where are you taking me?" Molly huffed as Jim lead her deeper into the forest.
"I'm trying to make sure no one will hear you scream." He replied dragging Molly behind him.
"Are you going to kill me?"
"I most certainly am!" Jim replied in a sing-song voice.
"Don't you remember how that went last time?" Molly huffed, finally getting her arm out of Jim's grasp.
"I wasn't there last time." Jim snapped. He grabbed Molly's other arm even harder and began to drag her deeper into the forest. Every time Molly tried to say something, Jim would give her a tight squeeze on her arm and drag her harder. She could feel the bruises forming and the blisters on her feet. Finally after about an hour of moving quickly through the woods, Jim stopped.
"Yes, but your father was and he ended up in jail." Molly huffed.
"What?!" Jim spun to face Molly.
"Last time you tried to kill me your father landed in jail." Molly replied, defiantly.
"Listen here." Jim said as he shoved Molly against a tree "I'm going to take this gun" he opened his jacket to reveal a pistol "and make sure a bullet goes straight through your brain. Mummy and Daddy aren't here this time to protect you."
"You're despicable." Molly spat
"You're just getting that now?" Jim laughed and grabbed Molly's arm.
"Get your hands off of me!" Molly yelled. She felt the slap before she heard it and fell to the ground.
"Listen here you little bitch! I did not watch my father rot in jail for this!" Jim took out his pistol and pointed it to Molly's head. "I let you get away once and I am not going to let you do it again."
A gunshot rang throughout the woods.