You're in Sherlock (Sherlock × Reader)

The Great Game: The End

You giggled, licking your lips as you gazed at Sherlock, hoping he'd dropped his recent discovery. Or at least realized your situation here. Morarity pulled you closer to him, a delighted grin on his face. Even Morarity seemed shocked at your kiss, but disgustingly he looked outright thrilled. You wanted to puke.

You saw Sherlock inwardly debating himself for a long time, which worried you. You finally saw he was going to address what he'd discovered. You'd kissed Moriarty all for nothing. Sherlock just had to be stubborn, you hoped he had a plan, because if not, you were all probably about to die.

"Y/n, open your jacket." Sherlock demanded, his eyes studying you carefully, his gun still aimed at Moriarty. The hatred and confusion his eyes held previously were now gone. They now only held worry. You decided your best option was to attempt to keep your act on.

"Excuse me?" You sneered, trying your best to not give in. The only thing that was keeping you going was remembering you had to keep him safe. But your entire body was shaking from anxiety, you didn't think you could keep it up much longer. Not after that kiss.

"You haven't gained 2 pounds since I last saw you, have you? Or what about your anxiety? Your hands have been shaking since you walked in. Think I wouldn't notice? Now. Open. Your. Jacket." You looked nervously at Moriarty, before he started laughing, stepping away from you as he dropped his hand that was snaked around your body. Both you and Sherlock looked at Moriarty in confusion.

"Oh, you can stop pretending now, Y/n. I just wanted to see if you could fool Sherlock or not. You really had him convinced there for a second! And that kiss... delicious. " Morarity's eyes burned into your body, lust clear in his eyes.

Sherlock looked back to you, now looking much more worried. "Oh, c'mon, show him, Y/n." Moriarty gestured to you and you slowly untied your coat, letting it fall to the floor to reveal the bomb beneath it. Along with the dark bruises scattered across your arms. Moriarty grinned and you looked towards the floor.

"I'm sorry, Sherlock. He was going to kill you and John!" You exclaimed, tears threatening to slip from your eyes. You took stumbling steps away from Moriarty towards John and Sherlock.

"It's alright, Y/n. You didn't have a choice." Sherlock told you softly, pain evident in his voice. Suddenly another red dot appeared on your body but you barely noticed it, everything seemed to be overwhelming you too much at the moment. Your brain was going into overdrive.

Sherlock's head whipped towards Moriarty with a questioning look on his face as he saw the sniper dot appear on you.

"Don't be silly. Someone else is holding the rifle. I don't like to get my hands dirty." Moriarty said as he reached the corner of the pool, stopping to look up at Sherlock. "I've given you a glimpse, Sherlock, just a teensy glimpse of what I've got going on out there in the big bad world. I'm a specialist you see... like you!" Your nose wrinkled in disgust at Moriarty's words as you stared out at him.

"Sherlock is nothing like you." You spat, your hands clenched into fists. He simply ignored your comment, gazing at Sherlock. Puzzle pieces seemed to be fitting together into Sherlock's mind.

"Dear Jim. Please will you fix it for me to get rid of my lover's nasty sister?" Sherlock started quoting a TV show called 'Jim'll Fix It' where people would write letters to a man named Jimmy Savile, asking him for their biggest wish or desire. Moriarty grinned, walking closer to Sherlock as Sherlock spoke.

"Dear Jim. Please will you fix it for me to disappear to South America?"

"Just so." Moriarty nodded, stopping a few feet away from Sherlock.

"Consulting Criminal. Brilliant." Sherlock whispered.

"Isn't it? No one ever gets to me- and no one ever will." Moriarty stated, you glared like your life depended on it. You heard Sherlock cocking his pistol as it was still aimed at Moriarty.