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

Psychopath x Empath (Part 2)

*Y/N's P.O.V.*

"Hey! Glad I'm able to catch you here. I got the results for that one test you requested," I held up and envelop to Sherlock who's busy looking into a microscope. He hummed for acknowledgement while taking the envelop.

"Thanks, Y/N. You're really helping us a lot," John, who's across him, told me.

"No problem! Molly said it would really help you a lot with this case so I had to pull some strings to get it. Glad to help," I told him, "Well, I have to go now. It's a busy day and -- " I started. Before the incident, I always tend to stay at the lab and help them out as much as I can, but now, I didn't want to be near Sherlock. I know I could still act normal, but I just know he would know something is off,

"Is he still bothering you?" Sherlock suddenly spoke and there it is....my fear came true.

"What?" I asked in shock and panic...."What do you mean?"

"Your stalker. We keep hearing you're receiving flowers and notes, yet I can clearly tell you are still very much single or you heavily pose yourself as single. So, it's either a stalker or an affair - the latter is impossible for you though, considering you're an empath...you can't stomach that. So stalker it is," Sherlock nonchalantly explained. On one hand, I'm relieved that he doesn't fully get the story, and on the other I'm still worried of what he can find out.

"Sherlock!" John warned his friend, shocked with the rather sensitive comment, "Y/N, I'm so sorry about him. You know how he is --

"No...No it's fine. He's probably just worried," I blurt out and immediately regret it. Sherlock scoffed and rolled his eyes.

"I'm not worried. I'm asking a question and stating facts," he said in defense. I think Sherlock had forgotten that empaths can sense another person's true emotions. While he really is a sociopath, he often forgets he could show unique emotions too. I'm just not rubbing it on his face because I know he didn't want to admit it.

"Yes, I'm sorry," I said, feeling bad that I upset him, "About your question....I don't really know what to call this. Sorry," I said.

"Well, if you're not feeling safe with this. You can always file a report, Y/N. It's not safe to have someone follow you around," John added, but I know every effort I make against this will be futile.

"Call our division of Scotland Yard. Look for Lestrade. Tell him you know me," Sherlock spoke again while his attention is back on the microscope again, "We can't have you go missing, you're the only one that helps around here," he added, making the genuine worry sound like a fake one.

I did appreciate their true worry which made me smile. I also made sure I thanked them and would consider their advise. But before the conversation gets anything deeper, I just decided to leave them be.

I think even Sherlock Holmes will not be able to get me out of this hole that I willingly jumped into.

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"Bye, Y/N!" my colleague waved me a goodbye as the elevator door closes. It's finally the end of my shift and I can't wait to get home.

I looked at my watch which read 1 in the morning. It's pretty late again, but now I always make sure I have my car with me. I don't want to be caught in any situations again....but I may have spoken too soon.

My attention was solely focused on the numbers on the elevator, but it was taken immediately when I felt something metal against my back. I knew I wasn't alone in the elevator, but I didn't really mind the other person which is now obviously a mistake.