Sherlock x reader The Consulting "queen" Detective

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"What's to say he isn't at your flat?"

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"Sherlock"

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'James Moriarty, the man that found his way into Buckingham palace, into the heart of our family, and into my brain just to leech off of it. I loved his intelligence, it seemed to be larger that Mycroft's in perspective; and it seemed as if he loved mine'

It seemed...

"(Name), get up, we're going" Sherlock grabbed my coat (technically his) and pulled me up into a standing position to untied my hands and then proceeded to pull me out of the door.

The air was nearly gelid when we got out, but adrenaline was pumping through my veins as we passed by people who appeared so... bland.

"Sherlock, he's not really there is he?" Sherlock didn't reply and only stared ahead as we ran.

My mind began running through the possibilities of why he was there... When he was there.

The running felt like hours, then we stopped.

I was going to see him again

I was going to kill that man, I swear.

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The door was ajar when we went to go inside; though I didn't much care for that, I wanted to see him again... That bastard of a man. I took off up the stairs in a heap of excitement and anger.

"(Name) come back here" I didn't listen to Sherlock and proceeded up the stairs.

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"Is that a Winsdor I see?" I froze; it was him, James Moriarty.

"Mr.Moriarty, or should I say consulting criminal" I felt a smirk cross my face: I was reverting back to a state I felt long ago, one I hadn't felt in what seemed like a millennium.

I slowly walked up to James and slapped him in the face when I got to him, but with that action he leaned in close to me.

"Feisty" he then stuck his tongue out just barely away from my face. When Sherlock came running into the room James brought me closer to him with a smirk still plastered on his face.

"She's lovely isn't she?" He grabbed my face, pushing my cheeks forward more than usual and pulled me closer, his face mere centimeters from mine, his breath hot on my face.

That when it happened

His lips were on my, his tongue in my mouth, his hand and forearm pushing me towards him.

And then he swiftly turned me around to look at the broken look on Sherlock's face; the pain on his face, the glaze over his eyes, the one before you cry.

It was painful...it was agonizing

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James leaned down to place his head on my shoulder and pinch my cheek

"Oh, someone's getting sentimental... Don't you know that sentiment doesn't work for us" silence fell to the room, all except for James's breath

"I'd hate to have anything happen to the queens daughter" he patted my face and that's when I seen it; that red dot

"Sherlock!" I ran and pushed him into the sofa, that bullet was coming and there was no evading it.

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It hit a valve; I have to do this correctly.

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Now,

Forwards or Backwards?

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Hello my children; its a new year, new sherlock, and new plot

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I hope you like it

-from a terrible writer 💜