I drum my fingers on my desk, looking up at the man before me.
"Hello, Moran."
"Ma'm."
"How is it workin with my dear James?"
"Pleasant."
"Huh. Better than with me?" He smirks.
"Never." I chuckle at him.
"Is he falling for our plan?"
"Yes, he seems pretty excited about this fall."
"Well, I have thirteen ways this will end. First and foremost, has he asked you to shoot John Watson yet?" Sebastian Moran looked at the vixen, who could have men, has men falling to her feet. He nods silently, taking in her cunning looks, breathing in her intoxicating smell, the smell of power and beauty merged with a hint of vanilla and lavender. A calming yet vicious scent.
"You cannot kill him." Sebastian's eyes widen.
"If you truly have to shoot, try grazing him at the most. John Hamish Watson must not die."
"Why?" She smiles her killer smirk.
"He completes Sherlock. We need Moriarty's web to be torn down. And what would Sherlock Holmes do without his blogger?" Sebastian ponders this question.
"He would feel hurt?"
"False." Sebastian's eyes widen.
"His happiness, that sliver of happiness would truly be destroyed, and we can't hurt him." I say fiercely.
"You say that as though you care for him."
"More than care, Moran. I may even love the bastard. I drag men around like dolls but in all true honesty he is the one man I cant drag around."
"Why not?" A tear spills out her emotional eyes. Eyes that have seen too much.
"How can a puppeteer drag the doll without the strings?" I look at my phone, on my desk.
I breathe in deeply whiping the tear.
"Colonel Sebastian Moran. Remember the days? It is good you are a spy for both sides, but one day you have to choose. Your boss or your old friend."
"That was the past."
"Sebastian? The past? We fought together!" I yell out.
"The past."
"I prefer the past. The good old days where we were bunking together. Fought the war. Then you got shot. Then he died. I had to leave the army, went back to Canada to become a Detective Inspector. Became happy with my job. Got fired. Became a criminal. Became the woman other women hated, and the woman that men loved. It just became difficult." He looks at me tiredly.
"You promised to tell me who he is."
"A friend..." I say with some finalty. Sebastian understands and nods. I look out my window.
"Being a 'criminal' is hard." I turn to him. His eyebrows furrow.
" 'Criminal'?" He asks confused. I wink.
"Spoilers Moran."
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Silence Will Fall (BBC Sherlock Fanfiction) ✔️
Fanfiction"What will you do? Burn me?" He asks chuckling. I grab his neck and put my lips near his ear. I exhale making him shiver. "I will hang you with your own intestines. Goodbye." I let go staring into those dark eyes, waiting to hear the door close. I t...
