Jim Moriarty Imagines / One Shots / Short Stories (BBC Sherlock)

A Fever You Can't Sweat Out (One Shot)

*Jim's P. O. V.*

"If I don't see even a single millimeter of your existence in the next minute, I'll blow up the place where you are right now, Y/N!" Finally, my late hired killer picked up her phone after missing 4 calls already. We were about to launch an assassination mission, but it seems like I can't because she is still not here, "I don't care how long we've been doing this together and don't care how good you are at what you do, you still have to follow e v e r y instruction I ----" I don't usually stop mid-sentence, but when I heard a sound from the other line, I did.

Y/N was breathing heavily. The intervals between inhales and exhales were long and is very shaky. Suddenly, my anger turned into curiosity and worry, "Where are you?" My tone changed into a more desperate one, instead of a furious one like a second ago.

"I...can't..." Y/N murmured with her hoarse voice, "Home..." she thankfully answered my question. The call dropped after that answer.

"What happened?" Sebastian asked and I had to take a deep breath before giving my next steps.

"Call off the mission. Seems like my killer is dying," I replied, obviously annoyed, but despite that, I stood up and walk straight to the front door.

"She might have been traced and attacked. Do you want me to send a --

"No, no. I'll take care of it,"  I cut him off, "I'll call back up if I need one."

I left the compound immediately and head straight to her small dilapidated apartment near Baker Street. I have already offered her to stay with me at the compound but she refused, wanting to keep a low profile which I think is stupid. All my networks already knows who she is and I made sure to let them know she's on the NO HARM list. She still thinks she can have a normal life after being my handy killer.

Y/N has been working for me for several years and to say that she's one of the best is an understatement. She's impressive in the field and very smart too. I also enjoy her bravery, she's the only one who can talk back to me without feeling scared after doing so.

She's a valuable asset. It will be a waste if she dies prematurely.

The moment I arrived at the apartment building, I made my way towards her room as quietly as possible. Thankfully, it's the dead of the night an no one is roaming around anymore.

I stood against her door for a while and listened in, when I heard no one, I lock-picked the knob and went inside. The lights were turned off and when I found the switch and turned it on, I was expecting the flat to me more of a mess, but it's just the same old and ugly place to live in. There was obviously no struggle here, so maybe she was attacked in her bedroom.

Of course, I already know my way around the place. Even if I didn't want to, Y/N had brought me back here after some couple of missions gone wrong. I have always despised this apartment, but somehow it became a place where we started getting a little too intimate.

I continued on to find my dying damsel and the moment I opened her bedroom door, I just saw her on her bed. Distasteful words were about to come out of my mouth as I assumed she's just being lazy on a mission night, but I stopped when I notice her shivering under the blankets.

I walked in closer to her to finally see Y/N looking so sick on her bed. She's very pale, making her lips and eyes pop pink, her under eyes were a bit sunken too and her nose were also pink - I got to say, this is a very unpleasant look on her. Also, now that I'm closer, I can hear her heavy breathing again.

She was half-unconscious, but impressively, she managed to open her eyes when she felt a presence next to her.

"Jim?" she asked weakly. I'm amazed she was able to recognize me immediately.