When John arrived 221B, he found you, restless, marching around in the flat.
" y/n ! Calm down! What has happened?"
You grunted as answer, as you didn't stop.
You marched around, restless, rubbing and tugging at your own hair, like you wanted to drag it off.
John got stressed up, " where is Sherlock??"
You stopped, as you looked at John with a face mixed of 'worried' and 'Ill kill someone'.
" Moriarty took him" you spat.
" Jim? Jim Moriarty? The criminal you were with?"
You shot a death stare at John, that immediately did so John wanted to regret it.
" Sorry y/n..."
You shook your head rapidly.
" I'm going to kill him, that son of a bitch, lizard of a criminal!"
John creased his brows.
" y/n , sit down and calm down before you drive yourself mad"
You didn't listen.
Suddenly John grabbed your blouse/shirt and pushed you down in a chair.
You covered your face with your hands, as you bursted out in tears.
John sighed as he petted your head.
You looked at him.
He stopped and dragged his hand back.
" Y/n , why did Moriarty take Sherlock?"
" Because he knows that I care about him, more then anything"
" What is he going to do?"
" I don't know. And that's driving me mad, I don't know!"
John rubbed his head.
" Burn him, maybe?"
" For fuck sake John!....wait..."
" Moriarty said he was going to burn Sherlock long time ago....fuck"
" But, he dosent want to rush things?"
" Indeed"
" Rush things, burn things, steal, brake in...."
You mumbled words that seemed meaningless.
John stood there like a question mark.
You lightned up, as you stood up from the chair.
" Of course! Yes! It has been it all the time!"
John tilted his head, not getting it.
You looked at John, you facepalmed and sighed.
" Of course you don't get it...sorry, no offense. Its just that I'm a bit clever, since preschool..."
John frowned, of course. She/he was sometimes like Sherlock, like a copy or clone.
" It's a game! And everyone in England is involved! But of course some are more informed then others, don't take it personal, John. You're not alone"
" A game? Seriously? A game?"
" Of course! He is a funny, disgusting, sneaky lizard of a consulting criminal mastermind"
John lifted his brows.
" And this was one of his moves, since I took the crown and went on vacation, he has one other move left before my turn"
" What do you mean by one other move left?"
" I were on vacation, one move done. And before that I took the crown from him, that results into two moves. That's why he has been so quiet, by planning one of his moves!!"
" So, England has turned into a game table?"
" indeed"
" but?"
" He took Sherlock, and he released a bomb at the same time, two moves"
" y/n, now youre just confusing"
" Its my turn"
" To do what?"
" To take back Sherlock, god knows what Jim is doing with him while we are talkin now"
You said as you stood by the window, looking out.
" But we don't know where he is"
" I know that John. That's why I'm going to use my move to find him, before Jim rapes him or something worse, and I mean worse, I know what.Jim is capable of. And it's not Cluedo playing"
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Little Game Of Ours [BBC Sherlock Fanfiction]
FanfictionYou fell in love with the Consulting Detective that had been your friend since day 1, you were with him constantly but in the detective career nothing remains calm and peaceful, you have to go trough a lot of cases, situations that will test your to...