[Unbeknownst to Moriarty while he had Molly trapped against the counter, she'd opened the drawer directly underneath it and grabbed a pair of handcuffs that Sherlock had nicked from Lestrade for just this sort of occasion (well, maybe not exactly...). In one swift move, she pushed Jim against the adjacent door frame and cuffed his wrists behind his back.]
I don't think you have much of a choice any more, Moriarty.
POW!!!! Beat that!
I don't think you have much of a choice any more, Moriarty.