The next morning Sherlock decided that we shoud go to get a Coffee while he told me everything about Moriarity. As we sat down at the little table in the corner of Starbucks, it was silent for a few seconds:
"So, Jim Moriarity?" I asked
"Oh yes, Y/N, from now on you will be protected by me and Mycroft. You see, Moriarity is a very dangerous criminal who killed many people for fun." He told me
"Jezus, so he is sadistic. Good to know." I said
He continued his story
"The man that held me hostage, that was Moriarity. As you have seen he is a very violent man and won't stop for no one."
"And he has an Irish accent right?" I asked
"Yes, he does. He has an Irish background. At the moment I know nothing about his family, but Mycroft is working on that." He awnsered
I nodded and took a sip of my (F/D), so did Sherlock.
As I looked into Sherlocks ocean-blue eyes I saw a scared expression, and I also saw he pupils dialate. Mental note; dialating pupils, interesting.
Right then I replied; " And he's after me right?"
Sherlock lifted his head in disbelief; "how do you know that?"
"Otherwise it would make no sense to put me under that much security. Mycroft is basicly the gouvernement." I replied
"Oh, you're smart. You're smarter then you look." He stopped for a moment; "and you're right." He told me with a sad expression on his face.
"Oi, you could have know that from the moment I saved your ass back there." I hissed.
We both smirked and giggled, taking another sip of our coffee.
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The Enemies Arms
FanfictionY/N is a smart, independent woman. Since she was 8 years old, she already knew what she wanted to become later; Consulting Detective. After her parents died in a carcrash when she was 16, she decided to move out of London and start her own life so...
