Moriarty The Patriot x Reader II

|Irene Adler/James Bonde| Put on a Show

A/N: Sorry this took so long! School has been a drag and things at home has been pretty busy too :|

Tag/s: Fem!Reader, Continuation "Behind Closed Doors"

Guide:
Eleanor Harris: Your Alias

2nd Person's POV

"Wow..." you breathed out, walking inside the party.

The room was colored in gold and white, making it look like a room in a palace with chandeliers and lights.

The band played their hearts out as the singer filled the room with their melodic voice, the guests waltzing along while others chatted with a drink in hand.

"Quite pretty, hm?" James complimented, making you nod.

"I was talking about you, you know?" James smirked, making you widen your eyes.

You felt your cheeks heat up as you hit him lightly, making him laugh.

"Come on..." he linked his arm with yours, "It'll be weird if we just stand here," he smiled, leading you to the dance floor.

"B-But what about Wilson? The target?"

"Don't worry. We'll let him come to us,"

As you walked along, you noticed people were looking at you, making you tense up as you looked down on your feet, hanging your head low.

You heard them talk, whispering to themselves as they kept their eyes on you.

You bit your lip as you kept your head low, your mind running at what they could be saying.

"Hey," James softly called out, lifting your chin so you could meet his eyes.

"Just ignore them. They're all just jealous," James smiled, holding your hand and putting the other on your waist.

You still couldn't meet their eyes, shrinking under their gaze as James put your hand on his shoulders.

"Hey," James called out softly, lifting your chin as you looked at him in the eyes.

"Just keep your eyes on me," he winked, taking a step as you followed.

You took a deep breath as you nodded, following his movements as James moved your bodies to the music.

As you two kept dancing, your movements from rigid and awkward became smooth and soft, smiling to yourself as you started to enjoy the dance.

"Now you're getting it," James smiled, spinning you around as you giggled.

As you slowly gained confidence, you saw some people still having their eyes on you, making you stiffly look back at James.

"They're still looking at us..." you whispered, making James smirk.

"Let them look," he replied, twirling you to his chest, "I want them to see I'm with the most beautiful girl here," he whispered into your ear, sending goosebumps on your skin.

"S-Shouldn't we keep our eyes on Wilson?" you reminded, swaying along with James as you scanned the room.

"I already told you, didn't I? We'll let him come to us,"

"But how--"

"--Aren't you two having fun," a voice intervened, making you and James look up.

'The target...!' your eyes widened as you looked back at James, sending you a wink.

"Thomas Wilson," the man introduced himself, his eyes trailed over you, "And you are?"

"Jonathan Adams," James replied as you walked over to him, holding onto his arm.

"And this beautiful lady right here is Eleanor Harris,"

Wilson kept asking you to dance, looking at you, or trying to touch you.

If you didn't have any witnesses, you would have knocked him out right then and there.

Luckily, James kept distracting him and changing the topic, shielding you from him.

In the corner of your eye, you saw Sebastian giving you the signal, making you smile.

You looked over to Wilson, seeing proudly him declare his latest achievements to the other guests.

You took a breath as you took a sip of your wine, pretending to spill it all over Wilson and yourself.

"I am so sorry...!" you gasped, trying to wipe out the stain from his coat.

"It's fine, dear..." he grumbled, clearly annoyed.

"Let me help you change. It's my fault to begin with..." you muttered innocently, piquing Wilson's interest.

"I don't see why not..." he smirked, making you smile.

You held onto his arm as you looked back at James, sending him a wink as you followed Wilson upstairs.

"I do hope you know what you're doing, dear... This is made from the finest cloth from France," he muttered, taking off his coat.

"Of course, I apologize for the mess," you smiled, slipping the dagger out from under your dress as you kept your eyes on Wilson.

"Now, shall we begin?"

You quietly slipped out of the room, taking a deep breath as you loosen your shoulders.

"Good work," Sebastian complimented as you closed the door, seeing him leaning on the wall.

"Thanks... But James is the one who carried everything," you smiled, tucking your hair behind your ear as you saw the shadows of the guards moving closer.

"I'll go take care of the fire and the arsonist. You handle those," Sebastian pointed with his thumb as you wiped the blood from the knife with your dress.

"Yeah, yeah..." you smiled confidently, spinning the dagger with your fingers.

"Hey! You're not supposed--" you rushed down the hallway, silencing the guards as quick as possible as red splattered all over.

"Eleanor!" James shouted as he ran up to you, hugging you tightly as you did the same.

The guests loudly murmured, shaken up from the sudden fire and appearance of an arsonist who escaped from the mental hospital.

"Are you hurt anywhere? What happened?" he asked, fear and panic in his eyes.

"I-I was just changing my dress in an extra room and... I saw the guards already dead..." you croaked, your throat itchy from the scream to catch their attention.

"A-And I saw him... He was pouring oil everywhere..." you sobbed, crying into James' arms.

"Is this true?"

"Oh my goodness..."

"Poor Wilson..."

The crowd talked among themselves, faux pity in their voices.

A loud explosion could be heard from the manor, policemen and firemen started appearing as they tried to put out the fire.

"Is everyone okay?" a policeman asked as Patterson followed behind him, his eyes drifting off to you.

"You miss," Patterson called out, his eyes on you as the other officers turned to you.

"Can you tell me what happened?" he asked, making you gulp.

You looked over to James. He gave you a nod as he squeezed your hand reassuringly.

You took a shaky breath as you turned back to Patterson.

"Of course, officer..."

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