Little Consulting Detective

10

"We're not going to find him if we don't look, Greg. You know what, I'll find him myself. I'm not giving up until I bring Sherlock back home, and I don't care if it kills me." Molly spoke into the phone. Before lestrade could answer, molly hung up the phone. She grabbed her coat and pulled it on, walking to the front door.

There was a woman on her front porch, one with dark hair and red lipstick.

"Can I help you?" Molly asked, slightly startled by the sudden appearance.

"I know where Sherlock Holmes is." The woman said. Molly gasped and her eyes widened. She hesitated before following the strange woman. It wasn't the smartest decision, but molly couldn't care less about her own safety when her friend was in danger.

The women got in a car and drove off down the street, a bit faster than they should've been going.

"We should slow down a bit, don't you think?" Molly said, looking at the other. The driver smiled and drove a bit slower. Molly felt better, but now she was thinking more clearly. "I'm sorry... who are you?" She asked, preparing herself to jump out of this car if the need arose.

"Just a friend..." the driver told her. It wasn't the answer molly was really looking for, but-

Molly felt a sharp pain in her arm and looked down to see her being injected with something. "What are you doing?" She shouted. The woman pressed a finger to her lips and shushed her. Molly felt dizzy and her eyes started shutting. The last thing she saw before passing out was the woman on a cell phone.

"I've got her. We'll be there within the hour." She said. Molly let out a small whine before blacking out completely.

Irene looked down at molly and tutted. "Such a naive girl. With any luck, she'll choose wisely." She thought aloud. She got back on the road and drove to the hideout, the rain on the window reflecting onto Molly's face. The poor dear was so scared, but if she agreed, she wouldn't know the pain she felt now any longer.

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Molly coughed weakly and opened her eyes. Her arm throbbed a bit, which confused her. Why did her arm hurt?

"No." She gasped as everything rushed back to her. The woman that knew where Sherlock was... or did she? Molly looked around. She was in a dark basement, tied to a chair with her arms bound behind her back.

"Well well, look who finally woke up. It's been a while, molly." Came a familiar voice. Molly looked up to see Moriarty, sporting casual wear: jeans and a grey sweater.

"Jim? What's going on?" Molly asked, feeling uneasy. Moriarty walked closer to her and looked down at her.

"You were in the way, molly. I know you wanted to find Sherlock, and you wouldn't stop until he's back where you think he belongs, so I had to hide you away." The criminal said.

"Let me see Sherlock." Molly said. Moriarty raised his eyebrows. "You can see Sherlock on one condition." He said. "What would that be?" Molly asked. Moriarty grinned. "Stay here with me." He said. Molly's eyes widened. "I'm sorry?" She asked.

"Stay here with me. Be a part of my little family." Moriarty said. "Jim... you were great when we were dating... but I can't..." molly stuttered. Moriarty chuckled.

"You misunderstand. I don't want to date you. I want you to be sherlock's sister." He said. Molly's eyebrows furrowed.

"What?" She choked out.

"Be my little girl. Sherlock would love to have another baby his age to play with, and that way you would get to see Sherlock every day. Wouldn't that be nice?" Moriarty asked in a soft, soothing voice, grabbing Molly's chin.