My Thoughts Exactly (sherlolly fanfiction)

Lost and Found

        We pulled up outside an abandoned warehouse that was just on the outskirts of Central London. Moriarty turned towards me in the car with a wicked grin. He smile was wild, but his eyes shone with a regret that anyone could see. he inhaled deeply, as if he was going to say somthing, but aparently thought better of it.

"We're here, Mouse. Get out. And don't even think about trying anything." He exited the vehicle and walked around to my door to open it. Even though he is a psychotic consulting criminal, he still has some sort of manners. He opened my door, and with a mumbled thanks from yours truly, we started to walk towards the entrance. When we got to the entrance, Moriarty turned towards me with a grim expression on his face that sent a wave of panic over me. "I am terribly sorry about this Molly Hooper, I really do like you. You are a great friend... I just regret that you were friends with Sherlock... You were the one that always mattered." he kissed me cheek as something from behind connected with the back of my head. I blacked out.

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        Sherlock pulled up outside the warehouse that Molly had entered twenty minutes beforehand. This was where the children from the Hansel and Gretel story had been hidden. He knew right after the first location that Moriarty was revisiting spots that they have in common. He walked slowly  towards the back doors to enter without recognization. He crept up beside the door to hear a man, Moriarty, yell at someone then heard a connection of skin on skin. Sherlock's adrenaline kicked in and he ran into the room; right into Moriarty's hands. He was greeted by a blinding white light and a chuckle.

"Ah, Sherlock. I thought you'd never get here... Molly was very resilliant, but I think I broke her in." Moriarty grinned largly, directing behind him to a very exposed, very bruised Molly Hooper. Her clothes were torn, her lipstick smudged and her wrists had deep purple bruises forming in the shape of fingers.

"What did you do to her?" Sherlock's voice rose with anger, she  began to stir awake. He could tell, which meant he would have to stall in order for her to adjust.

"We only had a little fun, Sherlock. I didn't get her pregnant, if that's what you're worried about. I made sure not to. However, now that I think about it... one of my men had a little bit of fun with her before i had a chance to, unfortunately..." He laughed loudly at the rage that was clouding Sherlock's face. Two men came up behind Sherlock and tied him up as he stared with a deadly glare at Moriarty.

"Why are you doing this?" Sherlock spat through his clenched teeth. "She's never done anything to you! She introduced us for God's sake!" Sherlock began to work his hands out of their bonds. He didn't want Moriarty to get too close his victim.

"She's the reason why you are alive. She's the reason why my entire network was destroyed. She is your pet! I said Id kill what matters most to you... guess who's leaving this world tonight?" Moriarty face broke out into a scary grin that made Sherlock cringe.

"You keep away from her! MOLLY!" Moriarty made his way towards the semi-concious Molly, despite Sherlock's cries of protest. Molly, Sherlock realized, was not tied up. Nor was she unconcious anymore, in fact, she was wide awake. She sprang from her chair and pounced onto Moriarty's back. She bit his main artery in his neck, nearly breaking skin. This is the moment Sherlock that had begun to beat the men that had held Molly captive. She was a wild beast. Attacking each area of exposed skin; or she was exposing skin.

"SHERLOCK! WE NEED TO LEAVE!" Molly limped over towards Sherlock, who was still beating the men senselessly. He looked up with tears streaming down his face, Molly bent down and gently tugged at his jacket's collar. Slowly, he rose from the lifeless body below him and pulled Molly into his arms.

"I DONT THINK YOULL BE LEAVING ANYTIME SOON.... AT LEAST NOT ALIVE!" Moriartys voice sung through the warehouse, which was drowned out by the sound of a gunshot.

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