For a while there is silence, only the laughing sound of the guy who claimmed to be Moriarty can be heard. John and Sherlock just stand there staring at Molly, who despite of her cunning and terrifying gestures, still hasn't spoke of anything.
Sherlock stares at her but in his head he rewinds the conversation he had with Hercule Poirot. We all have our own Nemesis, he said. Did he just created his own Nemesis, the one standing right in front of him right now?
"Molly.." John said in a trembled voice. But Molly doesn't even glances at him. Her main focus is Sherlock, and they stare at each other like there's no other people in the room.
"Ohh.. Godd, I'm so sorry." The Moriarty finally stopped laughing. Slowly he approaches Sherlock and John, then whispered in a cold voice. "You of all people will learn the hard way that you should never ever.. played with a woman's heart. "
He casually walks towards Molly.
"Hey, Moll.. uhh, do you need a crib for that? Yes? One crib coming right up." He pointed at Rosie who still asleep, he takes out his phone and call someone. "Hey, bring me a crib. And 4 more guys in here."
In a second, one man brings a crib to the glass room and behind him there's another 4 gunmen following him.
"Now, Moll.. there's other people who can guard them. You can give me the gun now." he said. Molly hands him the gun without protesting.
"Now, come on, talk.." The Moriarty said like this is some kind of tea party. "I know you guys have a lot of question.. come on this is the part where you can still talk."
"Molly.." John now almost in tears. "Please, Molly. Just let Rosie go, you love her don't you.."
Molly still standing there quietly. She then looks at Moriarty. "Shall we begin now?"
"What? No chit chatty? That is dissapointing." Moriarty said, he gives a sign for his men to unload the two dead guard Sherlock murdered before. Molly herself is now turns her back and arranging a couple tools in the operation table.
"You don't want to talk is fine. But can you at least give me an explanation why you do this." Sherlock suddenly talked.
John close his eyes in disapproval. We all now why Molly did this. Sherlock is probably the only one who didn't understand.
"Molly. If this is on me, then just let go of them. Let go my brother, John and Rosie. If you.. If you want revenge than just do it to me." Sherlock said again, suddenly in a different tone.
Molly doesn't reply, she takes a syringe and injects it to Mycroft's thigh. Mycroft instanly awakes and rises. He grasps his breath and looks around him, noticing Sherlock and John. It was adrenalin.
"Tied them up." Suddenly Molly spoke. The two gunmen there quickly tied Sherlock, John and Mycroft hands.
"Molly, please I beg you.." John said.
"Cover their mouth too." Molly continued without lifting her head.
The men follow so and after they put duck tape over John, Sherlock and Mycroft's mouth, they placed all of them kneeling across the operation table.
Molly now puts on a lab coat, just like the one she used to wear on the morgue. She examines all of his prisoner from a far.
"Put that one in the operation table." she said pointing at Sherlock. With that order, two of the guard carry Sherlock to the operation room. They untied him just to bind his hands and legs to the operation table. John and Mycroft watch all this in desperation.
"Open his shirt." Molly orders again.
One of the man riped Sherlock shirt open.
Molly takes a scalpel and plays it in front of Sherlock. "Tell half your men to leave the room. There's too many people in here." she said to Moriarty. All this time never Molly waver with emotion.
"Just remember our agreement, don't kill the older Holmes. I still need him." Moriarty said.
Molly looks at John and Mycroft, and then she comes back to Sherlock.
"How does it feel to be so powerless.. unable to speaks all of your intelligent mind.." Molly said softly. "You don't know how much joy one has finally free from your cocky remarks all the time.." Molly said while closing her eyes in serenity. She open her eyes again and now run the scalpel to Sherlock open chest. "You want me to speak, so I shall speak. I just don't want to hear your noisy banter in return."
"You want to know what brings you here? You're a sociopath but not an idiot. I think you already now why. We just never face our issue head on, isn't it?"
Sherlock moves his arms and legs in hope to set himself free. His hands is tied with a skin made hand cuffs that also tied to the table.
"You know, all those time at night in the morgue. I always wonder what will happen if I did it to life body." Molly said with a robot tone and empty eyes. She slightly push the scalpel to Sherlock skin, making a straight line across his chest, but taking her time slowly as if she wants to make a precise cut on the flesh. Sherlock screams under the duck tape in agony. Mycroft, now all cry, try to shouts something. John freezes in shock, his trembled hand, hurt knee, all comes back in a second.
"Does it hurt? Well, if this hurt you won't like what's coming." Molly said while circling the table "There were time I thougth I'm in love with you. All those years passed by. Trying to be noticed by your radar." Molly continued circling the table. "But love is merely an emotion. I don't want to be at the mercy of my emotions. I want to use them, to enjoy them, and to dominate them.."
With her last sentences, Sherlock suddenly stop struggling. He widen his eyes to look at Molly from the operation table. He continue following Molly movement with his eyes.
"But if I did loved you, and I thought of you as something precious, then.. some things are more precious because they don't last long." she continued.
Sherlock now silently lay on the table. Molly takes out a syringe and fill it with something from a tiny bottle. Molly circled the room again as if she's presenting something. "If you understand what I mean, than you should know what to.. do!" At her last word she jammed the syringe into Moriarty neck, quickly takes his gun and shot one of his guard. As Moriarty and his one man falls to the ground, the last guard try to shoot her, but she hides behind the fallen guard body.
And without warning Sherlock arise from the operation table, quickly hits the guard's neck with a scalpel . His hands is free but, his legs still tied to the table.
Moriarty now lays on the ground, paralyzed, but his eyes moving around like crazy.
"What did you gave him?" Sherlock asked.
"A spider venom from the dessert. It will make you unable to move but not die." Molly said.
"I'm sorry, I have to made it look real." she looks at a long line of blood across Sherlock chest.
Sherlock looks at his wound and he looks at her again. "That's alright. I think I deserve it."
They suddenly surprised by the sound of mumbling. It was Mycroft and John on their knee still tied up. They quickly set them free.
"What the heck is happening? Is she bad people or good people?!" John confusedly shouted.
"Always on the good side, I think." Sherlock answered. "Come on, helped me carry Mycroft."
Molly flips a switch and the door out the glass room is open.
The hallway is empty. But they assured there are guards outside the wall and in no time realized what is going on. So they run to the opposite direction. There's another door at the end of the hallway but it is locked.
"Shoot the handle!" John said.
The shot called out all the other guards attention. Before they leave, John block the doors with a metal cupboard. They continue running to what appears to be a garage.
"Check witch one has key on it!" Sherlock said, while he carry his brother.
"This one has a key!" Molly shout. It's a small box truck.
"It won't fit in the front, you guys must ride on the back." Molly opens the back door and help Sherlock carry Mycroft inside it.
After Molly locks the door she placed Rosie's crib next to the driver seat.
"You drive, John." She said. And John without question hops behind the wheel. Just when John about to turn on the engine, there's that familiar click again.
John sighs and close his eyes. "You have to stop doing that, Molly." As John looks at who is now Molly pointing a gun to him.
"There are two people we love in this truck, John. If we both get away, Moriarty will never stop hunts them down again." Molly said.
"Molly.." John begged.
"I need to be sure.. that they never chase down any of them again.."
The sound of Moriarty guards approaching can be hear clearly now.
Sherlock who realizes they still not moving, takes a peek through a small window connecting the back of the truck and the driver seat.
"Go now, or nobody leave this place." Molly said again.
John in tears turn on the machine with his trembling hand.
Realizing what happened, Sherlock bangs the wall of the truck.
"Noo! Stop it! Stop it, John!" He screams.
The truck slowly moves, and Molly take a last look of Sherlock from the window on the truck's back door. The truck drives away in full speed, and Sherlock still bangs the inside of the trucks in frustration, without realizing the hands which hits the truck's wall now are bleeding from the banging.
"Sherlock.." Mycroft calls out to his brother in weak voice, try to calms him down.
Molly hides on the side one of the car, waiting until the guards leave to chases down the truck.
Slowly she slips into the hallway and comes back to the room where they left Moriarty. One of the guard is there try to helps Moriarty, and when he's about to charges, she shoots him first.. She looks at Moriarty who still unable to moves his body due to the venom. She flips the switch locking the door from inside, and then she turns a handle next to the switch. Now the room is slowly filled with gas.
Molly sits next to Moriarty who tries very hard to move his body. Molly just sits there, closing her eyes, like she is finally resting after a long journey.
***
John drives away in full speed, but he notices they still being tailed. He doesn't want Molly's effort to be in vain, but the two pick up chasing them is getting closer and closer.
Suddenly he heards something, it was from a far but it's getting clear now. It was a chopper, it was black, which perfectly blends in with the colour of the night. Sherlock who sits enervated inside the truck slowly arise to look outside.
They can not locate where the chopper is in the sky, but suddenly the two cars behind them is being shot by it. And from the sky, slithers black dressed armed man. Their identity is unknown because their head was covered in a mask, but one thing for sure, they were helping them. One of the black mask man jumps to the truck's roof and with no effort slides next to John's side of the car.
"Evening, Dr. Watson. You can slow down the car now. You don't want to hurt the baby." he said.
John looks at the mask man and shouted. "You!"
"I can't let you guys have fun on the outback yourself, can't I." the guy said.
When John finally stops the car. The man remove his mask, and it was James again.
The car trailing them already being defeated now and they catch all the remaining Moriarty's man.
Another masked man, approaches the truck and James.
"Open it." it was a female voice.
James obediently opens the truck's back door. There they found Sherlock and Mycroft.
"Evening, Mr. Holmes and Mr. Holmes." James didn't lost his cheerfull attitude.
"James! Help her! She's still in the warehouse! With Moriarty!" Sherlock shouted.
James looks at the woman in the mask. "Go." she said. Clearly she was the one in charge.
"On it, on it." James said while runs to one of Moriarty's man car and drives it back to the warehouse.
He left them with an army of black mask man and the woman in charge. She approaches Sherlock and Mycroft before revealing herself. It was Lady Elizabeth Smallwood, which look weird wearing a black tight suit.
"Well aren't you look like shit, Mycroft." she said before calling her men to help him.