*Moriarty* Not such a good reunion.

[Molly Hooper]

Molly was just getting ready to go back up to the people waiting at the hospital. A guy had been murdered, and they wanted to know if it was their son or not, as he had gone missing and had not returned. Molly, memorizing the DNA results, began to walk up to the hospital from the lab, wondering how to put it to the poor family that it was in fact their son who had died. Molly felt bad, and didn't want to tell them because she knew they'd be very very sad, but she had to. Molly had found out their son was 15 years old, and that was a very young age. Just as Molly started up the stairs, she collided into someone.
"Sorry, sorry!" she apologized.

[James 'Jim' Moriarty]

Moriarty was, to put it simply, having a bad day. One of the criminals he had decided to sponsor had messed up a crucial operation, and was now in the custody of the police. Although this hampered a few of Moriarty's plans, at least said criminal was in the custody of a police department he could easily infiltrate. Specifically that of DI Greg Lestrade.

He was in the hospital now as he needed to use the lab. Recently he had been attempting his own chemical endeavour in developing his own kind of poison. It was nearly complete and just needed a few finishing touches, but he didn't have the chemicals and equipment he needed. So he had snuck into St. Bart's to finish it off.

So Moriarty was climbing down the stairs to go to the lab, when some idiot ran around the corner and bumped into them. He wanted to shout at them for that, but he supposed he'd have to act nice, given where he was. When the person apologized, he smiled. "No, it's fine. I didn't see you-" He cut short when he saw who was there. And smiled more. "Molly! Good to see you again."

[Molly Hooper]

Molly blinked hard when she saw who she had bumped into. "Hello, Jim. You, too." she said, smiling a little despite herself. She paused. There was usually only one thing in Moriarty's mind when he was around these kind of places. "If you're after Sherlock, by the way, he isn't here." she added, which was true; Currently, she had no idea where Sherlock was. No doubt solving a case or something like that.

[James 'Jim' Moriarty]

Moriarty shrugged. "I'm actually not looking for the great Sherlock Holmes," he said with a hint of sarcasm. "So, you know more about my...recreational activities. What exactly tell you? That I was the devil in disguise? That would be so him." He rolled his eyes and ended his small, personal rant, and looked at Molly again.

[Molly Hooper]

"I'm actually not looking for the great Sherlock Holmes,"

Noted sarcasm there. Molly watched him as he continued to talk.

"So, you know more about my...recreational activities. What exactly tell you? That I was the devil in disguise? That would be so him."

"He didn't say anything like that!" Molly defended. "He just told me about how you're his arch enemy, those..recreational activities you speak of."

[James 'Jim' Moriarty]

"Well, whatever," Moriarty conceded. Then there was a pause. Well, this was rather...awkward. "So what now?" he asked. "Are you going to waste both our time and your breath by telling the police? Or phoning Sherlock? Believe me, I don't care if you do either."

[Molly Hooper]

Molly rolled her eyes. "Don't underestimate me, Moriarty." she said, a coldness taking over her tone of voice. She wasn't going to stoop so low...not yet, anyway, she needed some answers first. "If you're not after Sherlock, what are you doing here?"

[James 'Jim' Moriarty]

"Don't underestimate me, Moriarty."

Moriarty let out a cold, cynical laugh at that. What was there to underestimate? This girl was nothing. She was a pawn, at best, for Sherlock to move across the chessboard. Nothing more than a pathetic playing piece. He had only pretended to like her so he could get closer to Sherlock. And she thought she could pose a threat to him? He couldn't help but laugh again.

"Ooooh, I'm so scared!" he said melodramatically, putting on a mock-frightened face. Another laugh, then he calmed down.

"If you're not after Sherlock, what are you doing here?"

"Work," Moriarty simply said. "Business that boring, ordinary minds like yours couldn't begin to understand. And it's also none of your business." The underlying meaning of the last four words was clearly indicated by the menace in his voice.

[Molly Hooper]

"Boring and ordinary? Please, Moriarty, if that's what my mind is described as, then I dread to think what words will describe yours. You think your so smart and evil, but really, everything you think of is perfectly normal for a villain, not at all original as you think. And I'm not scared of you, no matter what you may say or do. " Molly spoke the words with venom.

[James 'Jim' Moriarty]

Moriarty just rolled his eyes again. "Oh, what would you know, anyway?" he groaned. "Well, is there anything else you're going to annoy me with? Or can we get on with our lives?"

[Molly Hooper]

Molly shook her head, and walked right past Moriarty furiously without another word.

[James 'Jim' Moriarty]

Snorting, Moriarty walked on and went downstairs. As soon as he was in the lab he started getting equipment out, placing a bag with a jar of his poison on one of the tables.

[Molly Hooper]

Molly sneaked, rather silently she knew, back down and peered in the lab to see what he was doing.