[CONTAINS SMUT!] ❗️18+❗️
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Being the youngest Holmes was always quite the journey, especially when you didn't want to show off your talents, maybe even lack of such. Compared to your brothers you were always the 'dumb' one. The teachers saw it, yo...
"Oh fuck," Anna, your co worker, cusses under their breath making you look up to the Telly, increasing it's volume.
Tower of London broken into!
Footage of Jim being arrested popping up next to the reporter. He wore civilian clothing and a smug look which you were going to rip off his face.
"That fucking idiot," you slam your file down. "Anna, cover for me, I owe you,"
"Course, good luck!" They wave you off with a smile. "Good luck dealing with your girlfriend, Jim," Anna laughs, winking at you reading this.
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6 weeks passed and you anxiously went about your routine.
Sherlock was then called in as an expert witness, you and John tagging along to make sure he didn't make things worse. This was the most formal clothing you've worn for a while, it was odd to see you so business like.
However, going to the court of law required that. Reporters sung pleads for a comment from any of you three. You held back a laugh at the banter between John and Sherlock, they were honestly just an old married couple.
Your heels clicked with little meaning along the marble surrounded by other more confident people, meaning to every one of their steps. The moment you stepped into the room, sitting beside John, you saw Jim enter, your eyes glaring daggers into his back.
When that officer slipped her hand into his pocket, his flirty smug look plastered along each inch of his complexion, you had dig your heel into your other foot to halt yourself from jumping up.
Sherlock took the stand and you knew this was already going to go downhill. Jim finally looked back and saw you and Watson sitting there together. When John felt a certain unease from the stare, Jim tilted his head at you, your finger dragging lightly across your neck at him.
He couldn't hold back a chuckle at that. To him you were utterly adorable trying to threaten him so he sent a wink your way.
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Trial ensued yet again, Sherlock was removed from the stand, both you and John scolding him for being such a smartass after fair warnings to hold back. Mycroft called Sherlock to his office and you plus Mr Watson entered the gallery again.
No defense. No witness. Nothing.
You weren't surprised when Jim's lawyer stated so, just by his posture you could tell.
"What are you doing?" You whisper out to yourself. The trial carried out per-usual, the judge letting the Jury determine the sentence wholeheartedly.
Not Guilty.
Oh that man, his smug shit eating grin made your blood boil. You stood up, knowing the moment he was let free he'd either go to you or Sherlock.
Leaving the Court swiftly, you assured John not to worry, to see what else would happen.
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Only one person had such a subtle, predator like step. Moriarty. You heard him an spun around to see his figure standing awkwardly at the door.
"Is he here?"
"No, he's not fucking here, he's with Mycroft," you slammed the teacup down, chipping it's base. "What the bloody hell were you thinking?!"
"Darling-"
"Don't you 'darling' me! You know how fucking terrified I was for 6 weeks?? You were locked up all that time and I was here not knowing what the hell happened! God knows Seb was a no help, that piece of shit," you cursed endlessly with tiny drops leaking from the corner of your eyes.
"You underestimate me, sweetheart," he took your hand and kissed it.
"Sweet talk won't work this time, James,"
"Don't call me James, I've heard those idiots use it enough today," his grip tightened, both of you glaring with hate laced love.
"I was so worried," you breathe out. "6 weeks without you is torture, you know?"
"How do you think I felt? I missed you," he kissed you sweetly, thumb wiping away the tears before he continuously peppered assuring kisses on your knuckles. "The morons I was locked up alongside were awful,"
"My poor darling," you coo mockingly, foreheads pressed, draping your arms around his neck.
He pressed and nibbled small kisses along your jaw playfully, saying "poor me indeed," making you laugh. "I missed your laugh, N/n,"
"You know you're so cheesy?" Laying your lips properly against him again you heard a creak by the door. Looking to the side you gulp at the sight of four men: Sherlock, Mycroft, John and Lestrade.
Fuck.
"WHAT THE HELL?!" All the boys except Mycroft yelled.
"Oh, this isn't a good introduction," Moriarty sighs out with a humored tone. "So lovely to meet you all in person again, hope you enjoyed the trial,"
"Y/n, what the hell is this?" Lestrade was holding Sherlock back alongside John who was contemplating his own actions.
"Uh... nothing?"
"Clever answer, sweetheart," Jim praises.
"Shut the fuck up~" You grit out in a sweet sing-song-like voice.
"Are-are you two... dating?" John was lost for words, yet calm when he saw Moriarty pose no threat to you.
"Congratulations, good observation, all of you," you half expected this to come from Moriarty, not Mycroft. "I was wondering when you would tell us... though I guess this isn't by choice,"
"You knew?!" Everyone shouted, even Jim was in slight shock.
"Well of course! Think I don't keep tabs on where my little sister goes to every lunch break? At least he treats her well,"
"I try, she insists on... dull fast food,"
"Don't insult Shake Shack, that's my child," you fold your arms as they scrunch their faces up. "What? The SmokeShack burger is delicious,"
"Honestly, Mycroft? You let this psycho date our little sister?" Sherlock's gun was snatched away by John who was still mid thought.
"Yes," your eldest brother poured himself a cup of tea before settling down on the couch.
"You're losing your touch, brother mine," You mimic Mycroft's reoccurring words. "If you had better eyes you would notice the fact that Lestrade and Mycroft were dating too,"
"What?!"
"Y/n!"
"Whoops~" tension seemed to seep away as John, Moriarty and you laughed.
"Even I knew that, Sherlock," John scoffs smugly, his smile faltering for a moment, "how long?"
You give it thought but Moriarty simply pulls his phone out to check the date and time. "As of today it is exactly 3 months, 5 hours, 3 minutes and 45 seconds,"
"Stop being a smart ass because you can do Math and I can't," you nudge his side. "Happy 3 months, I suppose,"
"Happy three months, darling," This was the breaking point for Sherlock as he lunged forward.
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