You're in Sherlock (Sherlock × Reader)

The Great Game: The End

"Sherlock-" John started but you snapped your head in his direction, a psycho scream erupting from your throat.

"Shut up, John!"  You thought it sounded convincing. John instantly shut up, but glared at you all the same. You then looked back up to Sherlock after 'regaining your composure.'

"He really does need to learn to keep his mouth shut." You narrowed your eyes at Sherlock, as he started to step nearer to you.

"I won't hesitate, Sherlock." You hissed and Sherlock stopped, his blue eyes piercing into yours for answers he wouldn't receive.

"But... you were with me. I know you. I... I cared about you." Sherlock closed his eyes in thought. You looked at him, your eyes widening slightly. Sherlock cared about you? He... You took a breath, remembering what you were here to do.

You laughed at Sherlock with a sideways grin on your face as you cockily crossed your arms over your chest. "Appearances can be deceiving, Sherlock." You almost said this in a sing-song tone, mocking him. "You say you're closed off... that you don't feel or care about others... but you let me in. You were wrong."

Sherlock cringed at that, his gaze not meeting yours as he thought. You felt so bad for saying that... the look on his face made your heart ache. The things you were saying were awful; you didn't want Sherlock to hate you. You really didn't. You hoped once this was all over with he'd forgive you.

After a few moments of silence, Sherlock looked back up to you. "You had a partner, of course... Moriarty." Sherlock shook his head angrily and you crossed your arms smiling. As if on cue, the door behind you creaked open and you knew Moriarty was coming.

"I gave you my number," He started, still hidden from Sherlock's sight. "I thought you might call." Moriarty entered the room and again, Sherlock looked shocked. Moriarty strode over and stood next to you, grinning at Sherlock as he wrapped an arm around your waist. You hid your disgust through an evil smile and reluctantly placed a hand on Morarity's chest. "Is that a British Army Browning L9A1 in your pocket, or are you just pleased to see me?"

"Both." Sherlock pulled out a gun from his pocket and looked at you and Moriarty before settling his aim at Moriarty. If you were to describe Sherlock's face right now, you'd say he looked pretty pissed. You couldn't tell if it was centered towards you or Morarity. Probably both.

"Interesting..." Moriarty purred as Sherlock steadily leveled the gun on his head. "Jim Moriarty, by the way. Hi!" Sherlock stared at you to Moriarty squinting his eyes, observing. His eyes flickered to Morairty's hand tight on your waist and you swore you saw fire in his eyes.

"Jim? Jim from the hospital?" Moriarty said with a surprised look on his face, as if he needed to remind Sherlock of the first time they had met. "Oh. Did I really make such a fleeting impression? But then, I suppose that was rather the point."

"That was my idea, it was rather exciting, wasn't it? I love the undercover work, always so exhilarating! I've been doing it for months without anyone catching on!" You laughed looking up at Moriarty, he looked down on you with a grin on his face. He must be living his best dream, watching you suffer like this.

Sherlock studied you, and a small grin played across his features before it was quickly gone. You searched his eyes and you knew that he knew. You saw Sherlock debate himself for a long while before studying Moriarty. You had to stop him before he said anything. You needed to let him know that he couldn't say anything. You grabbed Moriarty's face, pulling him towards you for a deep kiss. You absolutely despised everything about it, you even held back a gag as Moriarty deepened the kiss. He slid his hands to your rear end and you finally broke away, a very forced smirk on your face. When you looked back to Sherlock, he looked ready to kill.