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Jim... has passed away.

She couldn’t tell if it was pain or relief she felt in her chest. She would never forget about her dear, sweet Jim. The one who made her feel like the most beautiful person in the world. But of course- she knew it wasn’t true. “I- uh. Fine. Yeah." Molly turned her head down, her voice cracking as a few tears trailed down her cheeks. "Fine."

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Anyway- I'm pretty sure I'm caught up with all threads. If not- be sure to let me know. 

Also- I have finals and graduation coming up so I'll be in and out for a while. If I take too long to get to something just inbox me and I'll check up on things on my phone. 

Thanks. 

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What are you doing here? | Moriar-tea-co

It had been a relatively normal morning in the morgue, quiet and.... well, filled with dead people. Jim mentioned he wouldn't be working so instead of popping up for a chat, she decided to head down to a small cafe for a quick bite to eat over lunch. That was always a positive point of living in London. It wasn't a long walk to get to most places. 

She'd been only walking for a couple minutes when she spotted him. Could it really be Jim? He looked different.  He was wearing a suit and sunglasses- a far cry from his usual wardrobe. Pausing in confusion, she watched him text for a moment, before turning slightly to talk to him. Molly needed to at least confirm it was him and that he didn't have some doppleganger walking about London. 

"Jim-" She called as she took a few quicker steps towards the figure. Raising a hand in a sort of signal, she smiled nervously- praying that this was him and not some man that which her sudden arrival would make uncomfortable. As she got closer, she slowed slightly, pulling down her hand and nervously wringing them before her. "What- what are you doing here? All dressed up?"

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Headcannon

Though Molly found out the truth about Jim and it terrified her, she still has a soft spot for him. She won't admit it but sometimes she likes to think that it never happened- that her sweet 'Jim from IT' is still there. 

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Ain't No Rest for the Wicked | +moriar-tea-co

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Basher, this is the third time. THE THIRD TIME you have failed to report after finishing a job. Well, I'm assuming you finished the job... Unless of course you are getting soft and can't pick off one little investment banker. Text me back or so help me god... -JM

[text] Jesus, Jim. It’s done. SM

[text] I’m not incompetent. SM 

[colsmoran-inactive-blog]

Oh it's a long story... Russian mob, the FBI and a very talented hula dancer... I'll tell you the story some other time. Point is, the vacation is over, daddy's back. -JM

Well, you could have let me know where you were, couldn't you? Damnit Jim, I thought something ugly had happened to you! Christ, I was worried sick!