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Molly leaned against the table as she waited for John, looking up and smiling lightly at his return, taking the coffee with a kind nod. "Thanks John-," she was cut off as Sherlock practically flew through the door and stormed over to the table, nearly dropping her coffee everywhere. "Sherlock!" She gasped, somehow managing to keep a hold of the hot beverage. 

As usual, the woman remained quiet while Sherlock went into one of his dramatic speeches, looking over the body and then listing off every small bit of detail. It took her a few seconds to realises her name had been said and she'd been asked a question because of it.

"Oh me," Molly stuttered and put the coffee down and grabbed the file the pathologist had put together. "According to the person who did the autopsy he was choked," Molly looked to the neck and frowned a little. "But," she got a closer inspection. "But those bruises on the neck look post-mortem." Placing the file down she got a little closer and began to inspect. "No, I would have said that it was this blow here," she gestured to a sizeable and rather specific indent on the temple," that killed him, why would the pathologist have written this, those bruises on the neck are clearly from after the man was dead?"

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“So you think this man was in some sort of cult?” Molly looked down at the body, feeling suddenly a little bit colder in the morgue because of it. When she thought cult she pictured men in black robes chanting and sacrificing animals, the very thought brought prickles of fear to her. “It’s a little,” she paused to calm her nerves,”spooky isn’t it?” Molly watched as John texted Sherlock and slowly pulled a blanket up over the body, knowing Sherlock would want to see the body for himself.

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Jim wasn't a tall man but then Molly was a tiny woman and thus had to crane her neck as he stalked ever close like some salivating hyena practically howling with laughter at her palpable fear. She refused to budged back though, stubbornness keeping her feet fixed firmly in place, but his utter enjoyment of her terrified state  sent her mind into a downward spiral by proxy.

He's insane, and you're mad for being here.

"Y-yes," the courage that allowed her to not run didn't flow out into her speech and Molly found herself stuttering like a babe. Jim was close, close enough for her to feel his breath on her face with every mockingly kind word. Darling! Almost laughable to think he could hold anything so close, she envisioned him whispering it into the ears of corpses and the bodies of victims.

Darling, darling~

His breath smelt like peppermint and she was instantly reminded of the chewing gum he had a penchant for (so not all was a ploy then), a small ounce of power trickled back into Molly with this notion and she stared right back into is cold black eyes. "Sherlock told me you're some sort of criminal," her own set of brown eyes scanned him up and down,"but I overheard a conversation he had with John and it seems you're more of a specialists." Specialists had been the term Sherlock had used, but Molly was still unsure as to whether it was correct, she waited for a response, or a knife in the gut. Was he that crazy?

Jim gently closed his eyes and allowed himself a twitch from the corner of his mouth as he shook his head with the slightest of movements. He exhaled rather exaggeratedly before turning around to face her, Molly Hooper, standing a few feet away from him, precariously hiding in the shadows. Dear, sweet, innocent, naive, ordinary Molly.

“Well, look who we have here!” he said widening his eyes in an expression of false surprise. “Our little darling, Molly. Hello, dear. Why, don’t be so shy! Aren’t you going to greet daddy too, hm?” 

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"Whatever you're going to do, just do it." Molly bit down on her lip to hold back the whimper she felt brewing deep within her throat. Jim was crazy, possibly the craziest person she'd ever met, his fingers like eels leaving sticky trails down the side of her face. She closed her eyes and shivered into his every touch, her body unwilling bending with every coo and utterance of her name so mockingly affectionately spoken by the madman holding her.

She'd never fancied herself holding up well under torture, funny considering how well she personally handled a knife and Molly could have barked a laugh at the irony of it all. She wondered who would perform her post-mortem and what sort of funeral she'd have. Feeling Jim's breath again grace her neck, Molly ground her teeth in stubborn anger as a few stray tears trickled down from her eyes and over her cheeks. "Just..do it," and she waited, this was really going to hurt.

Cornered as he advanced on her, Molly shrunk back a little as he circled her like some feral animal about to pounce on its prey. A deer lost and trapped with a hungry wolf.

Her features melted away from initial shock into a look of frozen terror as he got close enough to straighten her ponytail and rest himself gently behind her in a mockingly affectionate manner. Molly shivered involuntarily as he whispered in her ear, his hot breath pricking at the sensitive skin, his words reminiscent of something sticky and foul crawling inside the lobe to probe at her mind. ”What do you want?” Finally mustering the courage to speak, Molly didn’t find time to be concerned for Sherlock, if Moriarty knew she’d helped him fake his death then her life was very much in danger. Him being here was a sure sign of that. “Sherlock won’t come for me, what can you gain from this?” 

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"Twins?" Molly pipped up at this having not expected it, twins were a fascination of hers. "You're not the evil one are you?" She narrowed her eyes in a joking fashion, glancing to Victor as he placed their drinks and cakes down. "Thank you," she spoke quickly before taking her fork and cutting a edged of the sponge cake off. Normally she would have devoured the entire thing like a crazy woman, a hard days work tended to put her in a hungry mood and sugary snacks were her comfort, but Richard was sweet enough to sate that need at the moment so she was graceful in eating it.

Molly noted the turn in mood and put on her best comforting smile. "Ah, yes, people have the nasty habit of sometimes changing for the worse don't they." She wondered what sort of person Jim was. "What does your brother do, is he an actor as well?"

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ders leaving the duo alone, Molly leaned forwards on the table as he left, resting on her elbows casually. “Only child sadly, my mum died when I was quite young so it was just me and my dad.” She spoke of her father with a great fondness, her brown eyes wrinkling at the corners a little and gathering that small shine all eyes seemed to do when a person mentioned someone they cared about. “He died when I was a teenager though,” she ran a tongue over her front teeth and looked down, unsure why she mentioned it.

“Jim is your brother yeah?” Molly quickly skirted away from her issues. “Brothers can be a nightmare I imagine but I always sort of wanted one, did you two fight a lot when you were younger?” She tucked a small piece of fly away hair behind her ear and eyed Richard, not missing the manner in which he spoke about Jim. Spending time around Sherlock meant she tended to pick up a few things others miss, it seemed like Richard didn’t have a close relationship with his sibling but it couldn’t have been THAT bad. Earlier conversation had suggested he was similar to Sherlock, possibly a love-hate relationship then, oh how she could relate.

“I’m so sorry,” Richard told her. He was at a complete loss for words; she had clearly been close with her late father after her mother’s death and it just seemed like an exceptionally cruel twist of fate for them both to have died when Molly was so young. She seemed uncomfortable talking about it though so he left it, making a mental note that it was a sensitive subject and hoped he wouldn’t put his foot in it at some point in the future.

His face lit up at the mention of himself and Jim as children; the actor had many fond memories from those days, “We’re twins, or ‘double trouble’ as Nanna used to say and yes, we had our moments when we were younger,” his smile faltered as he continued and he lowered his gaze,  ”things have gotten worse though. I know most people say you’re supposed to be closer with your siblings as you get older but…well, Jim’s not most people.” 

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Apprehension and fear ran through Molly's body like blood, a cold and bitter feeling that entered every limb and filled it like a lead weight. He feet seemed to sink into the ground and fix there, unmoving in the darkness of the rather cliché corner she had tried to hide in. Why was she hiding? It was her who'd contacted Jim, her who'd bombarded him with texts after the great revelation from Sherlock. 

Hugging her baggy, and frankly rather childish cardigan, around her small frame, Molly finally braved a step towards the man. Or what could have been something masquerading as a man, right now he looked more like a demon. Her plain Jane brown hair fell around her shoulders in a limp and boring fashion, framing her just as standard face, ordinary, normal...how she hated herself.

"I know who you are now, Jim," Molly felt small beads of tears form in the corner of her eyes as she thought about being played. Only days ago this has been her beloved Jim from IT, her office romance, but now...now it something else entirely. So why was she here talking to it?

Jim gently closed his eyes and allowed himself a twitch from the corner of his mouth as he shook his head with the slightest of movements. He exhaled rather exaggeratedly before turning around to face her, Molly Hooper, standing a few feet away from him, precariously hiding in the shadows. Dear, sweet, innocent, naive, ordinary Molly.

“Well, look who we have here!” he said widening his eyes in an expression of false surprise. “Our little darling, Molly. Hello, dear. Why, don’t be so shy? Aren’t you going to greet daddy too, hm?” 

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"So you think this man was in some sort of cult?" Molly looked down at the body, feeling suddenly a little bit colder in the morgue because of it. When she thought cult she pictured men in black robes chanting and sacrificing animals, the very thought brought prickles of fear to her. "It's a little," she paused to calm her nerves,"spooky isn't it?" Molly watched as John texted Sherlock and slowly pulled a blanket up over the body, knowing Sherlock would want to see the body for himself.

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This stunned Molly a little, cult murders weren’t exactly a normality for her or normal for the morgue in general. “Well, this wasn’t really my body,” she glanced at the person who had dealt with Jefferson, sure they wouldn’t mind if she had a little peak. Giving the latex gloves another snap, she began to examine for some markings or tattoos.

“Anything in particular I should be looking for?” As if on cue, Molly roll one of the man’s hands over to reveal a peculiar burn on the inside of his palm, as if made with some sort  heated implement in the shape of an symbol Molly didn’t exactly recognise. Looking to the documents, the previous morgue attendant had noted it down but otherwise not really considered it important. “That’s strange,” she muttered, you’d think they’d consider symbol shaped burns rather important. Molly began to look for more finding numerous odd cuts and bruises.

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We could watch some glee? :D

I'm boooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooored.

You just want my cat to die, chocolate is poisonous to them …

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I'll leave it here and see what happens.....maybe Sebastian will eat it, but if you're bored why don't you just go do the usual and strap some bombs to people? That's always a favourite.

I'm boooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooored.

Does a girl need a reason to treat the king to cake? Do you not want it … guess I’ll throw it away then….

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Nighty night :D <3

((I’m going to bed zzzzzz. I know I owe Molly-meow and pinxtonia13 but I feel like maybe I’ve forgotten someone? If I have I’m sorry, so let me know m’kay?))

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You just want my cat to die, chocolate is poisonous to them ...

I'm boooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooored.

No it’s chocolate, but I can add some poison if you like.

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Dear Molly. I was just wondering what colour knickers you're wearing? I'll bet they're pink aren't they? Yours, kinky!anon.

Wait..how did you know? o////////o ..*goes and checks all the doors are locked*