Sherlock Imagines and Preferences

Sentimental Sabotage

You thanked him again and watched as he went to a private room to phone the police. A soft chuckle escaped your lips as you mockingly shook your head. ''That was easier than I initially thought it would be,'' You muttered to yourself, smiling wickedly. You fished your phone out of your pocket and quickly sent James a text, notifying him that you had succeeded in the first part of the plan.

Soon, Sherlock returned to the living room and sat down next to you. You had ridden yourself of your smug expression and exchanged it for the look of fear and worry. 

''An officer will be here soon to ask you a few questions and create a report on the guy who's after you. It'll help them catch him sooner. Is that okay?'' He asked. 

You nodded and smiled weakly. ''Thank you again.'' You sniffed. 

''As for accommodation, there's an empty room upstairs you can take until he's caught and you're back on your feet. I'll call someone who can get you some clothes and other necessities to use while you're here.'' 

''Thank you so much, Sherlock. I can't say it enough. It's so nice of you to help a- a stranger like me.'' The end of your sentence faded as you started to cry again. 

This time, two arms wrapped around you in an attempt to soothe you. It felt static and uncomfortable but you went with it, thinking this was what normal people would do in a situation like this. And that's what you had to appear to be; normal.

***

In every plan, there are loopholes and potential dangers you can face if you're not careful enough. When you started, you were determined to not be held back by anything. You were sure that you'd be able to carry out this mission without any troubles, but oh, how wrong you were. 

Over the past few months of living with Sherlock and spending almost all your time with him, you had grown close. Very close. You didn't know how or why you let it happen but you had fallen in love with the detective. 

Initially, you had thought you were being careful, but the many cases you worked on together and the late night chats you had shared had made it impossible to keep yourself emotionally distanced. You had gotten to see a side of him that was so sweet and caring, it was something you had never experienced before. The criminal world was tough and violent and there was simply no time to play nice. But now you were surrounded by such a kind and compassionate atmosphere and it had lured you in. 

When you realised you had developed feelings for Sherlock, you had tried to suppress them and possibly delete them but you couldn't help it. He was just so perfect in your eyes and you couldn't help but wonder how you had ever been able to hate him. 

Sherlock gave you what Jim could never give you. The strict work relationship you had was nothing that involved love or kindness but Sherlock did offer all of that even if he didn't notice it himself. 

You knew the risks, the consequences of giving into your feelings for the detective. It meant betraying Moriarty and that was never a good idea whether you were a simple pawn or a leader. It scared you, but after weeks of trying to push away your feelings, you couldn't stop anymore. 

It had been late at night and you and Sherlock were both tired. You had rested your head on his shoulder as you looked through evidence. His hand had snaked around your waist, pulling you closer and when you looked up at him, he kissed you. It had been the start of an even deeper connection and something you never thought you'd have; a romantic relationship. A dream you didn't know you had came true that night and all the fear of getting caught by your ex-work partner James melted away.

 At least, until you ran into him not more than six months later.

''It has been so long, (Y/N).'' 

At the sound of the familiar voice, you swiftly turned around, your hand already in your pocket, holding onto your gun. ''James,'' You said, trying to stay calm. 

''You broke the rules, (Y/N),'' He stated, sauntering over to you and shaking his head disappointedly. 

''I don't know what you are talking about,'' You lied, gulping in fear. 

''You had one job. We had an agreement. YOU'RE ENDANGERING OUR BUSINESS!'' He shouted, eyes raging fire. 

''It's not like that, James,'' You defended, slowly pulling your gun out of your pocket. 

''Oh, really? Catching feeling for our enemy isn't endangering the organisation we worked so hard for to build?'' 

You shook your head. ''I'm not telling him anything. I'm still directing him away from the case, I'm distracting him like we had planned!'' 

''BUT IN THE WRONG WAY!'' He yelled. ''You have grown soft, (Y/N). You are a danger to the secrecy of Moriarty and I cannot let that slide!'' 

''Don't you dare kill me, James! You need me.'' 

He scoffed. ''For what?'' 

''You need me to keep him away from discovering more about our organisation. I am the only one who is capable of doing that. He trusts me!'' 

Jim laughed loudly, throwing his head back. ''You're not wrong, dear. But Sebastian and I have found a new way to keep Sherlock Holmes out of our business... for good,'' He stated. 

You gulped in fear, scared of what he had planned for your boyfriend. ''You can't kill him, the media...'' 

''Oh, I won't kill him! Don't be boring. I have something much more exciting in store for that nosy detective.'' He smirked. ''You see, Seb and I had a little chat and we both concluded that the best way of keeping our secrets safe and keeping him at a distance was heartbreak.'' 

''Heartbreak?'' You scoffed. 

James' eyes darkened as he took another step towards you. You instantly pulled your gun out of your coat and aimed it at him. ''Breaking his frail heart will cause him so much pain, he simply won't have the will to keep investigating. And I'll tell you what, we have found the perfect way to do that!'' He snapped his fingers and immediately, red dots danced on your chest. 

You looked down and gasped, your gun dropping to the floor. ''James, I—'' 

''It's been fun, (Y/N). We had a few great years together but my organisation is my biggest priority and I will protect it with my life! You are Sherlock Holmes' biggest weakness. He loves you so much, it'll hurt him beyond beliefs when he finds out that you have been killed.'' He smiled wickedly. ''Goodbye, (Y/N). I'll see you... IN HELL!''

Your legs started to run faster than they ever had before as if they had a mind of their own. The adrenaline coursed through your veins as you pounded on the door of the warehouse, desperate to get out. Your mind was fogged, you couldn't think clearly. 

In a final attempt to save your life, you turned around and faced Moriarty. ''Jim, please, I beg of you. Don't do this!'' 

He simply smirked and shook his head. ''You have given me no other option, my dear,'' He said, a hint of regret in his voice. ''Now, Sebastian!''

The sound of a gun being fired and a bullet ripping through the air filled your ears. In the few milliseconds you had left, you squeezed your eyes shut and prepared. And as a horrible pain spread in your chest, everything went black. It was over now.