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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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...

[daddysborednow]

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!"

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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.”