Sherlock Imagines

I Need You (Part 1)-Sherlock

Moriarty smiled and started walking forward again.

"'Dear Jim.  Please will you fix it for me to disappear to South America?'" 

Jim laughed a bit. "Just so." 

"Consulting criminal.  Brilliant."  Sherlock said quietly.

You looked at him and through that look you basically asked, 'What the heck?'  He shrugged and turned back to the criminal walking towards the two of you.

"Isn't it?  No-one ever gets to me-and no-one ever will."  Moriarty said.

Sherlock cocked the pistol, "I did." 

"You've come the closest. Now you're in my way."  Jim said.

"Thank you."  Sherlock responded.

"Didn't mean it as a compliment." 

"Yes you did."

"Yeah okay I did."  Jim admitted.

You rolled your eyes at them both. They were both crazy.

"But the flirting's over, Sherlock. Daddy's had enough now!"  He said in a high-pitched voice. "I've shown you what I can do.  I cut loose all those people, all those little problems, even thirty million quid just to get you to come out and play." 

You closed your eyes briefly as you were getting nervous again. You felt as though Moriarty was threatening to kill you right then. Which you wouldn't be surprised if he was. Sherlock's eyes flickered between you and Jim, as he tried to keep his focus on Jim.

"So take this as a friendly warning: back off."  He said. "Although I have loved this. This little game of ours. Playing Jim from I.T.  Playing gay.  Did you like the little bit with the underwear." 

"People have died."  Sherlock said.

"That's what people DO!"  Moriarty shouted.

You felt your heart loud hard against your chest as he said that.

"I will stop you."  Sherlock said confidently.

"No you won't."  Jim responded.

Sherlock then looked to you with concern written all over his face. "You alright?"  He asked.

You locked eyes with him and he already knew that you were but Moriarty came close to your ear startling you a bit.

"You can talk, y/n dear."  He said.

You looked back to Sherlock and spoke, "Yes."  You croaked.

You cleared your throat after that.  You hadn't really wanted to say anything but you did.

"Take it."  Sherlock said holding out the Bruce-Parrington Plans. 

"Huh?  Oh!  That!"  He exclaimed. "The missile plans."  He took it from Sherlock's hand and kissed it. "Boring!"  He tossed them into the pool. "I could've gotten those anywhere." 

You took and opportunity and grabbed Jim's coat collar. You turned him to face you and kneed him in the stomach. You were about to punch him when he held up his hand.

"Ah, ah, ah!" 

You stopped when you saw the red dot that was lingering over Sherlock's forehead. Your eyes widened and you released the consulting criminal's coat and backed away. Jim brushed off his coat and looked at Sherlock.

"Westwood."  He said. "D'you know what happens if you don't leave me alone, Sherlock, to you?"

"Oh let me guess, I get killed."  Sherlock said.

"Kill you?  No, don't be obvious.  I mean, I'm gonna kill you anyway some day. I don't wanna rush it, though. I'm saving it up for something special. No-no-no-no-no. If you don't stop prying, I'll burn you."  He explained. "I will burn, the heart, out of you."  He said.

"I have been reliably informed that I don't have one."  Sherlock shot back.

"But we both know that's not quite true."  Jim said and then looked at you.

Sherlock knew what he meant but you were clueless. Well, mostly. You had a guess but you didn't know if it was right or not. Jim then shrugged.

"Well, I'd better be off.  So, nice to have had a proper chat."  He said.

Sherlock raised the gun higher and extended it closer to Moriarty's head. "What if I was to shoot you now-right now?"  He asked.

"Well then you could cherish the look of surprise on my face."  He said making a fake surprised face. You rolled your eyes. "'Cause I'd be surprised, Sherlock, really I would.  And just a teensy bit, disappointed. And of course you wouldn't be able to cherish it for very long."  Jim said his eyes flickering to the bomb attached to you.  "Ciao, Sherlock Holmes."

Jim slowly walked out the door and Sherlock walked forward keeping the gun aimed in his direction.

"Catch...you...later."  Sherlock said.

After a small pause, Moriarty's voice was heard one last time before a door being shut. "No you won't." 

Sherlock then looked at you and rushed to you. He set his gun down and began frantically unstrapping the bomb, while simultaneously asking if you were alright. He finally got the bomb free and he slipped it off of you. He slid it across the ground away from the both of you.

"Are you alright?"  He questioned once again.

You started to nod but then you collapsed into his arms letting all your tears pour out. Sherlock rubbed your back soothingly as you continued to cry on his shoulder.

"Thank you.  Thank you so much!"  You said.

"I couldn't let him kill my favorite girl."  He said smiling.

You slowly pulled away from him and locked eyes with him. "You really mean that?"  You asked starting to smile.

"With all my heart."  He said smiling back.

He then leaned down as you pushed yourself onto your tiptoes. Your lips met and you wrapped your arms around his neck.

"Let's get back to the flat."  You suggested after pulling away.

Sherlock just nodded and you both left the pool hand-in-hand.

A/n: Hope you liked this first part to this imagine. I know it's a long part but it was hard to do this part without all the dialogue from this episode. The next part probably won't be as long.