BBC Sherlock Reader Insert One Shots

You tap your knuckles against the heavy wood door. The knock is quiet, but your boss will hear it.

"Come in," says a muffled voice. You open the door and silently go in.

James Moriarty sits at his desk in the middle of the room, signing papers. You've worked as his top assassin for almost a decade. After dropping out of school, you joined the army and met Sebastian Moran. He introduced you to Moriarty after witnessing your superb sniper skills.

You halt a few feet away from his desk and stand at ease.

"Professor Moriarty, sir. I am afraid to say that I have failed you, sir. I was almost caught during my mission today, sir. I was unable to complete it," you humbly.

Moriarty puts his pen down and looks up. His expression is of sympathy and fondness.

"(Y/N), (Y/N), (Y/N)," he tuts, rising from his chair. You look at the floor in shame. Moriarty comes over to you and lifts your chin up with two fingers.

"It doesn't matter that you didn't complete the job," his breath tickles your cheek and his eyes flicker to your lips for a moment, "We all make mistakes sometimes,"

Tears prick your eyes, "But, sir! There is a rapist walking the streets of London right now because of me! He is free to do whatever he wants tonight, and it's all my fault! I could have stopped him forever,"

A tear slides down your face. Moriarty wipes it away and steps back from you. He goes back behind his desk and starts organising papers.

"Stop standing at ease, this isn't the army," he states harshly.

"Yes, sir," your arms swing at your sides and you let your shoulders relax. Moriarty sighs deeply and looks up at the ceiling. He comes back towards you and stares at you intently.

"I think you need a holiday, (Y/N)," he whispers.

"But sir, I-" you protest but he places a finger on your lips. You stop, stunned.

"I think we both do," Moriarty moves his hand away from your lips and tucks a stray hair behind your ear. He cups your cheek in his hand and slides and arm around your waist. Your heart rate speeds up as Moriarty pulls you towards him and places his lips on yours. You kiss back tenderly. Your hand wanders up into his hair.

After a moment, Moriarty pulls away and looks at you.

"I have wanted to do that for years," he mutters.

"Why didn't you?" You challenge.

He chuckles, letting go of your waist and resuming his place behind the desk.

"My bedroom is through that door," he points to another at the back of the room, "I'll be there in 5 minutes, you can go on through,"

"But, sir, I have - we just - I can't-," you stutter.

"Seb will take your mission tonight," Moriarty waves you off, not looking up from the paper he's reading.

"Ok, but I think I'll wait in here," you say cheekily. You skip over to the book case and start looking at the different covers. Moriarty glances up at you, smiles to himself and shakes his head.