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

Watch A Catch (One Shot)

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

The sound of my finger tips gently pushing against the keyboards and the clicking noise it emits has been the only thing echoing inside the room the whole night. I've completely lost myself in this work for hours and have only taken my eyes off of my screen for a few seconds to look at the window outside.

The sun is about to rise again, making me realize I've pulled up another all-nighter - the third time this week. I should have expected this, especially when it's this big of a project. Luckily, I've gone used to this by now so I was completely fine.

We're working together tonight, and actually, we've been working a lot together lately. He'd been giving me way bigger projects which he is heavily involved in so it became a routine for us to work side by side, literally.

I usually prefer to do my thing alone, but I really couldn't do that now. At least, I'm thankful that my partner is tolerable. In fact, you'd actually want Jim Moriarty to be your workmate - things get done a lot quickly - just remember to not get on his bad side.

He was a client of mine before, he took interest at the blueprints and codes I'm able to do and he liked my work to the point he made it official to make me a part of his elite team and now, I solely work for him. He required me to solely work for him.

Right from the beginning, we got on the right foot together. Our visions just matched and the way we do work synced perfectly. I saw him work with other people, but those often lead to ugly things, but not with me though. For some reason, we just clicked and I love that we did.

I admire the criminal, to be honest. His ideas and way of thinking has always baffled and amazed me at the same time. His personality is extreme, but it's a genuine one. He really is extra and overdramatic sometimes, okay MOST of the time, but he's not doing it just to be like that. That's really him and I do find that commendable compared to other people who just puts a facade.

I do get why people are wary of him though - I mean he is the feared Moriarty, but I think if they see him more often like I do, I think they'd appreciate the man more....or maybe, that's just me.

I'm sure if he finds out this thing I have for him, he'd blow it out of proportions. The man loves all kinds of attention he gets and he absolutely lavishes this kind of feelings towards him. And while he does appreciate it, this man can never reciprocate. Being this detached to anyone and his own feelings, I know he can never show any signs of it. I'm kinda jealous of that actually, not feeling anything may have it's powerful advantages.

As I continuously drift deeper in my thoughts, I realized it's been a few hours since we last talked. Yes, we're literally side by side on this couch, but once we focus on our work, we go to our own mind palaces and tend to ignore everything.

I pulled myself out of my thoughts and looked to my left and to my surprise, the psychopath is looking like an innocent angel sleeping next to me.

He was still sitting - leaning against the couch with his head tilted sideways while over the headboard. His mouth is opened a little, minor eye movements can be seen and a rhythmic breathing can be heard. Now that I think about it, it's my first time seeing him sleeping...and vulnerable.

For some reason, my heart skipped a beat. The more I stare at the sleeping psychopath, the more my breathing hitched.

Goddammit, at this point, I'm too attached to this man that seeing him sleeping is making me like this.

My attention was suddenly snatched away by my vibrating phone - luckily I had the phone on silent or else it would have woken Jim and he would have caught me creepily staring at him. I took my phone, only to see his business partner calling me.

"Where's Jim? I've been calling him and he's not reachable," he asked.

"Oh, he's asleep. I don't know for how long but -----" before I can continue what I was about to say, I heard him laugh mockingly.

"You can't fool me, Ms. Y/L/N. Where is he?" he said with full disbelief of what I just said which just confused me.

"No, he really is sleeping next to me. We've been working the whole night and ----" and again, laughter. At this point, I rolled my eyes and finally open my phone camera for him. I stared at it then pointed it towards Jim who is genuinely sleeping beside me.

Sebastian had opened his camera too and right from that moment, I saw that he was shocked and taken back to see his partner resting. Maybe he thought he's really a machine that doesn't need to recharge?

"Huh..." Sebastian's tone changed from condescending to impressed, "Well, congratulations, Y/N. What a catch," he said cryptically.

"What?" I asked stupidly. Sebastian snickered.

"Moriarty never sleeps with anyone...literally, figuratively, and metaphorically. He doesn't trust anyone to see him on that state yet he looks so calm and relaxed there with you...so congratulations," he explained which made my heart skip a beat again. My line of thought was on track earlier, "Anyways, tell him to call me once he wakes up. We have a business to attend to," he said and without giving me a chance to reply, he hung up the call.

I was left there, dumbfounded. Sebastian's expression with this seems genuine, I saw his disbelief with my current situation with Jim.

He doesn't trust anyone to see him on this state...yet he's here, calm and relaxed next to me. In fact, his head had already slid down to my shoulder.

I felt a small smile on my lips, maybe I was wrong about what I thought earlier about him not being able to reciprocate.

I think he can through these little actions, and no matter how mundane these actions are...I do believe they're always louder than words.

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Just a quick one shot of our beloved psychopath. Lol.
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