Haven't seen "The Great Game" yet, so may have to change this...

The truth was Molly knew exactly how to use Spell Check.

She just wanted an excuse to talk to Jim.

He had waltzed in like a dream (albeit via her blog), had asked her out for coffee, had listened to her talk, had laughed at her jokes, seemed to have some semblance of intelligence and manners.

And yet- well, it didn't feel right.

For one there wasn't a spark. At 31 maybe she was a little old to believe in a spark or least know that anything that was thought to be a spark was really just sexual tension. But still. She figured though that it was her inexperience, her lack of confidence jabbing at her. You didn't meet a life partner by declining the offers that did come to you.

But they had met in the weirdest way. He had been reading her blog, and it had seemed strange (also she lied right off; she knew people read her blog, unfortunately). And honestly who asked someone abruptly over their blog?

She wanted so badly though to believe this could work, distract her maybe from other people. She often heard that animals were good judges of character and so when Toby had reacted well to Jim she had been pleased. It was probably just her own misgivings then.

But then he, Sherlock, had to go and ruin everything for her. Alright so she had been vaguely hoping to make him jealous (ha!) or at least a little more aware of her but instead the first thing that came out of his mouth when she introduced Jim to him was, "Gay".

Oh yes she had heard and she couldn't believe it. Sherlock just loathed her that was it, and was trying to upset her! But god it did make more sense than anything else thus far about Jim.

Molly confronted Sherlock the moment Jim had left the room and while he lorded over her with his observations and deductions she hadn't been listening fully. She was just trying to hold back the tears and the rage. She was going to give him a piece of her mind, a little bit of his own medicine.

But-she couldn't. She turned and ran out the lab, only dimly aware that Sherlock was gaping after her.

Jim was there in the hall, like he was waiting for her. Molly wasn't really sure what she had said, she cried a lot and waved her hands a lot. But Jim just stood there, looked through her, looked bored in fact. His eyes were suddenly unfathomable. When Molly finally got control of herself he looked over her in disgust, "Are you finished?"

Molly had hesitated, not sure why she was suddenly afraid, "Jim, are you alright-"

He started to walk away from her, leaving Molly dumbstruck.

Molly had tried instantly to apologize, she would take a friend over nothing, but Jim wouldn't respond to her calls or texts. She quickly discovered he in fact had simply disappeared. His work superiors were outraged and Molly, Molly was terrified. She hadn't upset him that much had she?

As a last resort Molly tired writing on her blog, where it had all started. She received no response from Jim, instead received a comment from John Watson's girlfriend. Everything was only getting more confusing, more upsetting. John was missing too. Where were they?

She was going to police, this was ridiculous. Yet all the same Molly's original unease over Jim lingered. She was beginning to loathe herself for the way she had acted with him. Spell check? She should have checked herself.