Jim ran a nervous hand through his hair. He paced the room as Mycroft typed away on a laptop. "For christ's sake, have you got anything yet?!"
Mycroft flicked his eyes up at Jim for a brief second before looking back down. "I'm working on it, Mr. Moriarty. We're doing all we can."
"Why is it," Moriarty growled, looking as if he were ready to pounce. "That Britain's best men are always the most dense?!" He slammed his hand down on Mycroft's desk, causing the man to jump a little. "I want my daughter, Mr. Holmes." He hissed, venom filling his words. "I want my daughter NOW."
"James." Mycroft stated sternly. He finally raised his gaze to look Moriarty in the eye. "Take a seat and shut up, or get out of my office. I have work to do."
Moriarty huffed and turned to exit, mumbling under his breath, "If I had Sebastian here with me-"
"Yes, but Mr. Moran is dead." A heavy silence filled the room as Mycroft continued to type away at his computer.
Jim clenched his jaw and let out a defeated sigh. "Yes... yes he is." He turned back to face Mycroft with pain in his eyes. "And I don't want my daughter to face the same fate."
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My Father's Daughter: The Search for Alexis Moriarty.
Fanfiction* THIRD BOOK IN THE MY FATHER'S DAUGHTER SERIES * W.I.P. Kidnapped by her own mother, Alexis Moriarty is nowhere to be found. Can Sherlock Holmes and Jim Moriarty work together to find her?
