OTA---Molly's here! :)

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Molly Hooper is sitting on a swivel stool in the lab. A scale with someone's former liver atop it sits in front of her, a log book and pen at her side; however, she can't concentrate. Pensive, she rests her chin in her hand and stares blankly into space. WHY did he have to be so callous?, she wondered. She'd chosen that dress especially for the occasion...for him. Now all she felt was humiliation and heartbreak. And did he have to ruin the only other relationship she'd tried to persevere with Jim from the IT department? She had actually begun to fall for him; if anyone could have dragged her away from the flame, it would have been him. That said, any unhappiness and disappointment that would follow her, Sherlock was usually at the source of it. Molly had thought about actually leaving her cats at home this evening and attending a speed-dating event down the pub that she'd heard about from one of her colleagues, but now she felt totally awkward, and completely unattractive. Why bother? The situation seemed pointless as she prodded the dead liver with tongs and pulling a face.

[OOC: Molly's depressed; somebody go and cheer her up, would ya? Also, she doesn't necessarily need to only be attracted to Sherlock in this verse; I am actually a little interested in what would have happened had Sherlock not deduction-blocked 'Molliarty' in 'The Great Game'. So, any Jim-muns, get in touch. Lestrade and Watson are game, too. :) TAGGED FOR FUTURE POST-REICHENBACH FALL STORYLINES!! ]

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Did you miss me?

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Jim sips his espresso, knowing full well he doesn’t need the caffeine boost, the adrenaline is still coursing through is veins after witnessing Sherlock Homes’ pitiful attempt at convincing the world he took a nose dive off the top of Bart’s rooftop a few days ago. Although the ordinary people never did disappoint, they bought every ramshackle moment of it. A corpse off the top of the roof? How un-couth! He concluded that his own faux death had been far more dignified…and sexy. Still, one aspect of the events of the last few days troubled him. Sherlock could not have accomplished such a feat alone, as sloppy as the whole ruse was. And Jim knew exactly who Sherlock had employed to assist him.

With a few lazy swipes of his iPhone, he brought up live CCTV footage of Barts Morgue. It had been one of Seb’s pet projects, but it had proved useful, not least for keeping tabs on dear old Mol. Today she was looking more down trodden than ever, her mousy hair scraped back from her birdlike features, a defeated look upon her face. He couldn’t blame her; she had clearly been concealing Sherlock in her tiny little London flat. The proximity alone would mean that Sherlock’s cabin fever would have well and truly have kicked in by now. He felt his lips twist into a satisfied smirk as he considered all of the scolding deductions and constant criticisms that would be coming Molly’s way as the days drew on. She was shaking, on the verge of crying over one of her,”clients” in the drafty mortuary.

Oh yes, he would let Sherlock do his leg work for him, wearing her down until she doesn’t care that he’s not really, ”Jim from IT”, as long as he was a shoulder to cry on. He’ll let her spill every last morsel of information to him between sobs, every last detail of Sherlock’s routine, his quirks, the idiosyncrasies that would pinpoint all of Sherlock's weak spots. She’d not even know she was giving him the bullets to fire at him, poor little lamb.

Then he would teach Sherlock Holmes to play with his toys.

Lazily he strolled down to Molly’s email address, dexterous fingers scrolled out the words;

Hello Pet

Did you miss me?

x

*send*

Yes, she did. Rawr! ;)

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[Molly's head jerks up at the sound of her phone vibrating. Picking it up, she sees she has a text. Silently hoping it's not Sherlock asking for yet another tiny favor, she clicks to read it, and immediately throws the phone upon the table as if it were a hot potato. There was only one other person who knew her private number, and her stomach tightened in response. How could he have survived?!!! Sherlock saw him shoot himself with his own eyes. Granted, other than Sherlock, only Jim Moriarty could pull off a stunt like that believably. Gingerly, she retrieves the phone and types in a response:]


Leave me alone.
MH

Re: Yes, she did. Rawr! ;)

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Watching Molly's reaction on CCTV pleased Jim no end, he grinned manically, time to step it up a gear.

Text Reply

"You know if you keep pulling that face, the wind will change and it'll stay that way...wouldn't want that now would we dear?

You're wearing that blouse I like though, the one you wore on our first date ;-)"

JM

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[Was he KIDDING?! REALLY? Molly felt suddenly exposed and most definitely paranoid. Whipping her head around, back and forth she scanned the ceilings. There were too many cameras.....which one WAS he?!]

WHERE ARE YOU!!? GET OUT FROM BEHIND THAT VIDEOCAMERA AND SHOW YOURSELF, YOU COWARD!!

[Her voice shook with both anger and more than a little trepidation. She wanted to make herself sound formidable, but all Jim saw was a mouse with fake braggadocio.]

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Enjoying the panic that Molly displayed, Jim drums his fingers on his desktop, considering his next move. Like a cat toying with a mouse before going in for the kill, he decides to make pleasantries.

"That's not very nice is it Mol's? And after all we've been through too! How's life with the new flat mate? Getting claustrophobic, much?

JM x"

*Send*

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YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD!!!!

[She shouts into the air in the direction of the cameras. Ignoring his obvious reference to Sherlock, Molly attempts to coax Jim out of hiding. She's not going to play the hand he wants her to play.]

(Text)

If you're going to be that
smug, then come over here
and gloat like a real man.
Whatever it is you think I
have, I haven't got it. You're
wasting your time, 'Jim from
IT'.

MH

(send)

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Enraptured by Molly's sudden attempt at self assertion, Jim bit his lip at Molly's invitation to show himself, he always had been a show off. A snoop around Molly's flat could prove useful, especially as he wasn't buying for one minute that Sherlock wasn't hiding out there, why else would the poor girl look so frayed?

Text

"Ok pet, I'll drop in later, shall we say sevenish? Have the kettle on would you?"

JM x

*send*

Jim loved playing,"normal"...normal people were adorable.

Check out the movie reference in here, still LMFAO...

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[WHAT THE F....? She didn't mean her FLAT?!! And she just bet he still hung on to a facsimile of her key, you know, just for a 'special occasion'. She hurriedly texts Sherlock:]

He's found me. I
don't know how, but he's
found me. RUN FOR IT,
SHERLOCK. He's alive. And
possibly on his way to the
flat. I'm so sorry.

MH

[Then, she shakily texts Moriarty back:]

Fine. Seven it is. But I'm
hiding my cat.

MH

[Racing home, she hopes not to find Sherlock when she arrives.]

Re: Check out the movie reference in here, still LMFAO...

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Jim saunters through his wardrobe and picks out one of his favourite Yves Saint Laurent suits, he wasn’t intending to pull any punches. If he was going to interrogate little Mol he might as well do it looking as irresistible as he could. This suit in particular would surely cause her to stutter; he loves it when she stutters.

He wondered if she would really be there, waiting for him when he got there? Would it be rude to let himself in? Of course it would, that’s exactly why he would do it.

Lounging in the back of his chauffer driven BMW, Jim types a final warning to Molly.

Text

“On my way dear. No worries about the cat, I ate before I left.”

*Send*

Fifteen minutes later Jim was typing in the pass code to the gate on Molly’s apartment building.

OH, GOD. *dies at that image*

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[Molly hears the click of the lock to her flat being opened and whirls her head round the corner of the bathroom. Thank God Sherlock hadn't returned home, and by now he knew better than to do so, based on her text earlier. The door opens and she hears a tentative footstep. Smoothing back her hair and her blouse, she whips off that ridiculous-looking lab coat and tosses it in the corner before stepping out, shaking like a leaf.

AND THEN SHE SAW HIM. This....this was not the casual Jim she remembered. Oh, dear.]


(barely able to squeak out anything)

Th--this is a different l-l-look for you, Mr Moriarty....

(looking round nervously)

Help yourself. Kettle's on the stove warming.

Re: OH, GOD. *dies at that image*

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Jim huffed theatrically, shaking his head and walking over to the stove.

"Help myself? Good Lord Molly, even Sherlock made me a cup of tea! Here was me thinking you'd make someone a good wife!" he said flatly, his Irish tones seeping through.

Tipping the boiling water into his cup, he got to the point.

"Not here is he, your lad? Popped out for some milk or something? Don't tell me he's not been hanging around here Mol's, he's not the only one who can deduce a scene. For one this whole place smells like his bloody awful aftershave...how do you live with it?!" Jim wrinkled his nose, looking up at her from his tea cup.

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[Molly's mouth went dry as she knew what she had to do; he knew something was awry. She'd practically begged Sherlock to forego his usual morning cologne, but arguing with Sherlock was pointless. Biting her lip, she assessed Moriarty, who was blithely sipping from his cup, an amused expression on his face. Heaving a big breath, she walked towards him as deliberately as possible, swiftly sweeping the teacup and saucer from his hands, setting them on the counter, and pressed her lips to his in a fervent kiss.]

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He hated to admit it but he was surprised, and in Jim Moriarty's world, a world that he wondered through lonely and perpetually bored out of his mind,"surprised" was a rare treat. He allowed himself a moment to enjoy the sensation of her hands roaming up to his hairline and tugging at his scalp.

It took more will power than it should to break the kiss and hold her jaw, just millimetres from his own. Just enough so he could search her eyes.

His horse voice gave him away somewhat,"What are you doing Molly? You have no idea what you're playing with here."

His sentiments were for once genuine, perhaps for the first time. He wanted her to know that if she went down this route with him, there was no going back.

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[Molly shook at his statement; she knew it was true. However, if this is what she'd have to do to protect Sherlock and distract Moriarty, she would sacrifice herself. She hadn't any other choice. Breathlessly, she closed her eyes and nodded 'yes', the silence deafening, the feel of Jim's breath against her neck making her hair stand on end.]

JIM...

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"What if dear old Sherlock walks in hmm? What then? That would somewhat put the dampers on this little set up that you have?”

Jim gestured around at the dreary looking flat, firm in his theory that Sherlock had been hiding out there.

“On the other hand...” Jim pressed himself against her until their bodies were flush,”...it would be fun to mess up his bed wouldn’t it?” Jim spoke in the naughtiest of tones, his eyes darting in the direction of the bedroom.

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[Molly wasn't about to give in; at least, not in that way.]

Sherlock isn't here, Jim. I don't know if it's wishful thinking on your part.....I.....just wish you'd shut up.

[Backing him up against the door frame, she braces herself against it with her knee, trapping him as she kisses him again, this time violently.]

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Taking Molly's face in his hands he broke the kiss and smiled, a genuine smile that reached right up to his glistening eyes. Things were going well...

"Ok sweetheart, have it your way. But when it all gets too much and he's got you in such a state that you don't know which way is up...you'll know where I am." he swiped his hand gently down her face and went to make his exit.

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[Molly didn't want him to leave, as much as she knew how bad that could be. But he had made her feel a flash of something that was completely unlike her. It was daring and dangerous, and she'd never been cast in a 'bad-girl' role, not once in her life.]

Sherlock doesn't live here, but I know he's alive. Okay? Is that what you wanted to hear?

[The words flew out of her gob faster than she could control her speech. Oh God. What had she just done? But then, Sherlock had used her, charmed her, only to use her again to get what information he needed from her at any given time. He was so analytical, he didn't even realize that he was hurting her; it was simply a means to an end. He was never truly interested in her, and deep down, she knew he never would be. It was probably her angst and her desperation and her anger towards Sherlock that she blurted out:]

Please. Please, don't go.

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Still turned away from her, as though to make his exit, Jim closed his eyes for a moment to savour the moment. Turning on his heel to face her,"Thats more like it now..." he cooed in sweet, patronising tones,"...tell me, why should I not leave right now? If your man 's not here, what pray tell is my reason to stay?"

He knew what he was doing, he could see something stirring within her, just under the surface. All he had to do was find the right button to push, and who knew what little Molly might be capible of.

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[Her eyes stared at the floorboards as she pondered his query. This was revenge. She was so humiliated by Sherlock, and had been for the last time. This was for him.]

Because you don't really want to leave, do you, Jim?

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Placing his arms either side of her, resting his hands on the formika work top that she leaned against, he effectively had her trapped.

"No, not at all pet, but what are you going to do to make me stay?"

POW!!!! Beat that!

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[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.

Re: Daddy's no where near bored now...

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With the familiar rasp and click of the handcuffs Jim's heart began racing, not out of fear of what she might do, oh no, out of anticipation of what she might do.

"Oh goody you want to play?!" he shot her a smile of genuine excitement, he didn't mean to look so giddy but he loved nothing better than when someone tried to stand up to him. He had always had a thing for this Molly girl, from the moment he'd taken her for coffee, back when he was,"Jim from IT". No one could be that pristine and pearly white all the time, there had to be something a little dirtier, just under surface.

"Come on then Petal, what are your plans for me now?" He shrugged, arms pinned behind his back, he could not repress a mischievous chuckle, "...I'd say not to worry, because I don't bite. But that would be a big lie!"

[This thread now has an M rating. Be warned!]

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Oh, I'm quite sure you do.

[Molly stared at the clock; it was growing dark and she prayed Sherlock would stay gone for the night. Would shagging him senseless work? Even the great Jim Moriarty had to have a weak spot. The air was silent; all that could be heard was the sound of their breath. Her eyes shifted to focus upon Jim's, and his dark eyes burned with shock, adrenaline, and something else she couldn't quite discern.]

Re: [This thread now has an M rating. Be warned!]

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Jim eyed her up and down, not making any effort to hide the lust that was accumulating within him. She looked different in casual clothes, she was such a tiny little thing all fine bones and porcelain skin. The air of apprehension had passed over her now and she was looking at him like he was...prey.

She closed the space between them and scrutinised him intensely, as though dreaming up all sorts of fitting punishments. In his lowest most predatory tone he uttered into her ear, ”Come on then, show Daddy what you can do.”