A simple tune: Sherlock x Fem!reader

Chapter 9 - Put it down

"What the hell is going on?" John eyes you and Moriarty. Sherlock stepped forward but you held a finger up to stop him. For some reason he complied. You could take care of yourself but he was still willing to try and keep your safe.

"What are you doing dressed like... a whore?"

"Ouchie," you pout mockingly. "It was rather the point, you know going through this area dressed modestly isn't the best choice,"

"It was such fun the first time though," he sighs at the memory, raising a gun which you do as well. Sherlock and John reach for theirs but the stance in which you and Moriarty held was... odd- casual.

"Does Auntie know you're out here doing all this?" Tilting your head to the side with a menace, he mimics it.

"Mother isn't... well, doesn't matter, does it?" He hums, stepping forward as you did. "And your mother? Hope she's well,"

"You know what happened to her, Jimmy," lowering the hammer of your pistol, he follows with a laugh.

"Woah, hold on, what?" John looks in disbelief. "Auntie?"

"They're cousins, John, isn't that obvious?" Sherlock breathes out in suppressed shock.

"First cousins," Moriarty informs. "How is your heart? University did a number on you according to Auntie," glances you up and down then to Sherlock. "Oh! Oh, oh, oh, what a turn of events," the gun then points to Sherlock. "I was going to kill you later but now I have a better reason to speed it up!"

"Jim, put it down," you order, but he doesn't budge. "James. I said, put it down before I tell Grandma,"

"You wouldn't dare," he eyes you for a fib but nothing, putting his gun away as you did yours. "You're no fun," the gun was put away. "Sebastian! Guess who it is,"

Sebastian Moran, your very good friend and obviously he was more than Jim's right hand man. "Hey, ABBA," the blonde walks out the shadows with his rifle slung over his shoulder.

"Sebby!" You grin, running over, spinning in his arms in delight. Now, this was the one time John would ever be amused in such a situation, and Sherlock's jealous gaze was to thank for it.

"You've grown quite a bit," he pinches your cheek sweetly after placing you down. "Haven't seen you since your 21st,"

"Best party ever... until you and Jim- god, I don't even want to think about it," shivering in disgust, you walk to Moriarty and nudge him in the gut, ruffling his hair and smirking at his scowl.

"I'm still trying to process this all," John held his fingers to his temples in hopes to help his thinking. "Is this the same Moriarty that tried to kill us multiple times? He tried to blow me up and now he-"

"You did what?" All the boys saw a pure look of fear flash in Jim's eyes. "You tried to kill them? Why?"

"I was bored! And Sherlock is the best puppet to toy with!" He groans, "OW!" He whimpers when you grab a hold of his ear, pulling him to John. "I won't do it!"

"Apologize," you demand.

"I am 4 years older than you! I won't listen to-" he saw the flashy gun from its spot. "Doctor Watson, please forgive my crude behavior and threat on your life multiple times. I hope you have it in your heart to forgive me or at least allow me to pay for any damages,"

"Uh..." John looks to a very confused Sherlock, the detective's eyes furrowing in bewilderment. "Yeah... I suppose," he looks to Jim who now held out a handsome amount of cash out. "Thanks...?"

"Let me go," he moves out your grasp. "I wanted to threaten and scare them, now I can't because you always ruin my fun!" Jim stalks off as you roll your eyes to Seb.

"I missed you, Jimmy," you say genuinely making him smile a little.

"I missed you too, N/n," he mutters back, stuffing both hands in his pockets. "Dinner, anyone?" he looks to the group, conflicting looks on everyone. "Oh, come on, if Y/n is around I won't bother trying to skin you both,"

"Lovely, really, truly," John nods with a gulp, looking to his friend who stays quiet, watching every move, suspicions sinking into the deepest recesses of his mind and plaguing as much as it could.

Sherlock's mind was full with thoughts. Sadly his first thought was you used him to help Moriarty but... the consulting criminal's reaction was fairly truthful. Maybe the most truthful he has seen. He knew you were capable of using a gun, but this was far more... enticing. The quick reflex and deadly glare. Taking control of the world's most dangerous criminal in seconds.

Family apparently could do that. But you? The love he had years ago, a supposed innocent—in the sense you had nothing to do with criminal empires—student he saw from time to time and eventually moved in with? On a whim, after a year of being friends and constant complaints about the dorms, which led to more.

He was utterly confused. Sherlock thought he knew you. No, no he got it all wrong. He didn't know you at all. Maybe if he stuck around. Maybe if he didn't call it quits.

Now, though, you were careful. Sherlock and Moriarty had a rivalry, being in the middle ground between family and friends, this was a dangerous field to play. Jim and you weren't close, but closer than you and him were to anyone else in the family tree.

There was still one issue, what exactly is the Detective duo to you? Friends or just roommates?

But knowing the world. Knowing your cousin and Sherlock, you wouldn't put it past them to use you to their advantage.

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What a turn of events- 👁👁📸

- Anna ❤️