A simple tune: Sherlock x Fem!reader

Chapter 13 - I don't care

"Cousin," Sherlock mutters, leaning down to peer around the car tire.

"What was that?" Lestrade started to note down the suspect only for John to stop him. "Is that a suspect-"

"Not the victims cousin..." Watson whispers to the detective inspector who tilts his head, more and more confused. "It's Moriarty,"

"Yeah, I got that, the bloody thing says 'From: Moriarty xoxo'," he points to the carved words.

"Yes, yes, I know," John pats his hand in the air to calm Greg for a moment. "Moriarty is the cousin,"

"Of the victim?!" Lestrade gapes.

"No!" John jumps, "no, Moriarty-" he looks to Sherlock who was focusing on the window lining. "He's... uhm, the- well, you know how there's- the one who-"

"You can say her name, John, I'm not a child," Sherlock stands up, turning with a dull look. "The accountants PA, check the files, they've been skimming from the top," he was gone within seconds as Lestrade was facing John again.

"Y/n... is Moriarty's cousin," the blogger sighs, "and before you say anything, no Y/n isn't working for him, they haven't even kept in contact since Y/n's 21st and only met up a few days ago with Sherlock and I,"

"And you expect me to just be okay with this information?" He calls after John who gives the inspector a shrug as quick as possible while catching up with Sherlock.

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"Y/n," that voice made you stop dead in your tracks. Squeak of leather shoes and tapping of wood against wood. Mycroft.

"Microsoft," you smirk, turning to his face falling.

"Mycroft," he hisses out in offence.

"Minecraft," you muse, grabbing your mug. "What do you want, microchip? Your brother isn't here,"

"Oh, I know," the tip of his umbrella stops your from grabbing your phone. "And I'd rather not let him know I'm here,"

"Why? You wanted to talk to me?"

"Precisely," the phone is tugged towards him, right into his palm. "I need to know about-"

"Jim? Not happening," yawning at his attempt, an apple was bitten right into whilst you advance back to your room not caring about your phone too much.

"Do something for the nation, Y/n, family is hardly a point of importance when it is of national importance,"

Still in the hall, you slowly turn around. "Mycroft, if you bring up family to me again and relate it to your little tea party with other countries I will snap every fucking umbrella you have in two."

"I'll just buy more,"

"Not when you don't hands to carry them with," you smirk at the pale complexion he now held. "Jim is my cousin, the closest family I have, and unlike you I wouldn't sell out my family in the name of a silly little crown he could steal in seconds,"

"I wouldn't sell out-"

You scoff, purely baffled, "wouldn't you? Then I guess what Jim told me yesterday was all a lie!" Sizing him up with a glare, there was a click of your tongue, "wouldn't Sherlock like to know exactly how my dear cousin knew him so well? I seriously can't believe you... even for the country, why would you sell out Sherlock? Sell out family?!"

"You wouldn't?"

"No. No, I wouldn't because I'm not a person to use others for an advantage, a stepping stone..." one breath in then out, "because I'm not a Holmes,"