Spoilers? Anyway, after Sherlock 2x03. And I think it’s rather strange, but still…

“Sherlock called”, she almost whispers when she hears the sound of closing door and rustling of packets. She knows that he hears everything even when she’s talking so quiet. He stands in the doorway of her small living-room in a minute, without bags, still and calm.
“Aw, so he knows, doesn’t he?” He plays his voice like he always does it when something exciting happens. “Junior Mr. Holmes understood. What did he want?”
She turns to hide her face. She can’t predict his reaction on something. But she’s glad Jim didn’t get mad because of mentioning Sherlock.
“I don’t know”, she shrugs. “He refused to tell me what so important he wanted to talk about”.
Molly breathes quietly. She doesn’t know if she’s trying to make him sympathizing her or she’s just not able to control herself. He ignores it, just rubs his hands and walks to the chair near the couch. There’s Toby sleeping in the chair, and Jim grabs cat by the scruff and puts on the floor. Then he sits in the chair and smiles.
“Molly, dear, I’ve bought you chocolate ice-cream. I wanted it to be later surprise, but if we have such great news…”
“So you starts from the beginning, again, don’t you?” She interrupts him and stands up, willing to leave living-room. “Your games. It’s so stupid, how can’t you see it?”
“It’s you who’s stupid right now”, he speaks really cold and senseless. “Sherlock Holmes owes me something. And you should be thankful that I forgave you for your little trick”.
She stands in the doorway and presses her cheek against the doorjamb. She looks at Moriarty and swallows before answering. Because there’s still a part of her that is afraid of him.
“You came first to me, don’t you remember? It’s you who wanted it, not me. I had no choice”.
“Oh, darling, aren’t you happy?” He plays his voice again to show he’s not angry anymore. “Of all of the people I chose you. Don’t you want to take part in our fun?”
Molly turns, but she stays in a doorway hesitating if she’d better go or not.
“Sherlock decided that I’m dating you to make him jealous”, she whispers, mostly for herself.
“That’s fu-u-u-unny. What do you think, can we use it, sweetheart?”
He says it to please her. Even though her words don’t mean anything. Because it’s about peoples’ emotions. Jealous? He thinks it’s so stupid to imagine Sherlock Holmes being jealous. No, of course he can’t be jealous, that’s why they have so much in common. No human emotions.
He sees her shaking her head and going away to the kitchen. He knows that she’s going to make coffee for two of them. For herself to stay calm. And for himself to keep him silent. He’s always silent when he drinks coffee.
Toby jumps on Jim’s knees. He grabs cat by the scruff again and stands up. He puts Toby in the chair and follows Molly to the kitchen. She stands there near the table looking at the coffee-machine. He approaches back and puts his hands on her waist. He likes to play careful boyfriend, especially when he gets so useful prize. She’s confused with her feelings. She wants to be needed but she knows that he’s evil. And still, he acts so caring that she can forget that Moriarty’s a monster.
“Didn’t you think that I would let you go so easy, did you?” He whispers, and she tries to step back because of his breathe tickling her neck.
“I just wish everything was different”.
“On, don’t lie, sweetheart. You wish everything was easier”.
She doesn’t answer. Just pouring the coffee into their cups.