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A Chance Meeting - Part 2 - Moriarty x Reader

"I will make sure that you have somewhere by this time tomorrow, (Y/n); and you're right, you are a Holmes, and Holmes' need their space." Mycroft said, placing a kiss to the top of her head, choosing to ignore the curious look from Mrs Hudson who had never seen the oldest Holmes let out any kind of emotion.

"Thank you, Mycroft, I always knew that I had the best big brothers in the world." (Y/n) said, as she left Mycroft to embrace a slightly tenser Sherlock, before she rushed off to his apartment to pack her things.

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Jim looked down at the naked woman in his arms, both of their bodies were drenched in sweat and gasping for air; this was not what he had had planned, not at all.

When he had first had the notes sent, he did it in hopes of drawing out the most vulnerable of the Holmes siblings, the one that he had been informed was the apple of both her brother's eyes. He had instructed his men to send the messages from all over the country, taking as much care as possible not to leave anything on the notes that would assist Sherlock in finding the culprits, something that he took a great delight in achieving.

He had never seen (Y/n) Holmes or really cared, all he wanted to do was use her to punish his nemesis as much as possible; but when he had had that "chance meeting" that day at the museum, he was taken in by not only her undeniable beauty and grace, but also her typical Holmes intelligence.

Jim had expected her to be cold and standoffish like her brothers, but nothing could be further from the truth, she was sweet and kind, and had somehow, without the great James Moriarty realising it, done more damage to him than either of her brothers could ever dream, for she had made his cold crazy heart beat, and she had made him love her.

It had been months since the meeting in the museum, and both of them had done their best to keep the blossoming relationship quiet for their own reasons; Jim in particular feared not only for his reputation, but also he feared that if one of his enemies found out about her, then he knew that she would be in danger.

"The letters have started again." (Y/n) said quietly, as a highly confused Jim looked down at her, he had not given instructions to anyone to start the notes again, in fact all his men were under strict instructions to leave (Y/n) alone.

"What do you mean?" Jim asked, brushing (Y/n)'s damp hair from her face, his thumb brushing softly over her cheek.

"I got the first new one the other day, but these are worse than the others." (Y/n) told him, reaching over to the set of draws by the side of the bed, pulling out a note and handing it to Jim.

James grew wide eyed as he read the words that were scrawled onto the paper, words that were far beyond anything he had had written, and Jim found himself beginning to grow concerned, now he knew he had to do all he could to find the man responsible.

"Have you told your brothers about this?" Jim asked, not knowing whether to feel relieved or concerned when (Y/n) shook her head.

"No, I know what would happen if I did, Sherlock would have me back at Baker Street not allowing me out of his sight, either that or I'm sure Mycroft would have me locked up in some secret government facility somewhere never to see the light of day again; if they did that I wouldn't be able to see you, and I can't have that." (Y/n) said, as Jim pulled her into his side.

"Don't worry (Y/n), I'll take care of it." Jim whispered softly, as he kissed her on top of the head, knowing that when he found the man responsible for this, he would take great delight in killing them in the most painful way possible.

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"What do you mean, she's in hospital?" Jim shouted, as Seb stood before him.

"I only just found out, by all accounts she was attacked last night on her way back from seeing her brother, someone beat her up and broke her arm; police said if it wasn't for the fact that the guy had been disturbed, it could have been much worse." Seb told Jim, who by now was angrier than he had ever been.

"Where is she now." Jim growled, dropping into the big chair behind his desk.

"She's in Saint Georges, Lestrade, her brothers and Doctor Watson are all with her." Seb said, as he looked at the vein throb in his bosses temple; he was the only one that knew of the relationship between Moriarty and the youngest Holmes, to begin with he had thought that it was just another way for Jim to get at Sherlock, but now, as he looked at the murderous look on Moriarty's face, he knew that this was far from any kind of ploy.

"Do whatever it takes, but I want this man found, and when he is, I want him brought to me." Jim told Seb as he got to his feet, grabbing his large overcoat and making his way to leave his office.

"But for now, you can take me to the hospital." Jim told Seb as he made his way though the door.

"But boss, the police, her brothers......." Seb began, only to be interrupted by a glare from Jim.

"I don't care, I have to see her." Jim said, ignoring Seb's pleas as they made their way to the car.