Their Biggest Secret

Chapter XV: Unexpected visit

It had been some time since the last time I saved Sherlock. Mycroft had reached out to me a couple of times since the last intervention with the serial suicides. He wanted to talk about my carreer as an assasin, and if I wanted to get back to working as an assasin. I decided to discuss it with Sherlock when he came home and in the mean time, I would prepare dinner for tonight instead of ordering food. 

I walked into the kitchen, wearing a biker short and an oversized blouse from Sherlocks closet. I grabbed the ingredients from one of the kitchen cabinets. Just as I was about to start cooking, the doorbell rang. At first I was confused, because Sherlock had shot the bell, so it shouldn't be able to function. But I figured that Mrs.Hudson had probably hired someone to fix it. 

Thinking it would be Sherlock, I sprinted down the stairs, still wearing my jogging outfit and my H/C hair in a messy bun on top of my head. There were no window in the front door, so I wasn't able to see who it was. As soon as I opened the door, I immediatly regretted it. It wasn't Sherlock standing in the doorway, it was James Moriarity. But I decided not to let my regret show:

''Fancy some tea?'' I asked, making sure to show no fear.

Moriarity looked me dead in the eyes. I ignored it as I walked up the stairs, hearing James' footsteps following me. I invited him to sit down on my chair, especially not on Sherlocks, he would hate me if I lended it to someone else.

''Let me make some tea. I'll be back.'' I said, walking over to the kitchen.

I always listened to music if I was alone, especially when cooking, so my phone was in the kitchen. With that in mind I had invited James for tea, I would be able to text Sherlock without it being suspious, so I texted him:

JM is here, please make your way home.

~Y/N

As soon as I sent the message, I could hear footsteps coming up behind me. I quickly put the phone away, continuing the tea I was making to smuggle some time. 

''What were you doing?'' James asked.

''I was making your tea.'' I awnsered as emotionless as possible.

And like it couldn't be a worst timing, Sherlock texted back. I didn't think about turning my notification sounds off, from this point I knew I was screwed. 

''What was that?'' James asked in a threatening tone.

''That was my instagram, don't mind it.'' I replied. Ofcourse I knew it was Sherlock.

Within the next couple of seconds my body was slammed into the kitchen cabinets, my hands pinned next to my body. I growned in pain, my head had hit the kitchen cabinets and my lower back had hit the kitchen counter.

''What the hell are you doing?'' I asked, almost yelling.

''I thought I'd finally kill Sherlock with the cabbie, but you saved him again. And I don't want that happening again. So eather you listen to me, or it ends here.'' Moriarity explained.

''We both know the awnser to that, right?'' I said, trying to buy myself some more time, hoping Sherlock would arrive soon.

He swung me around, now pinning my hands above my head against a solid wall. He grabbed my wrists with one hand, pressing my hands into the wall with his entired body weight which allowed him to get one hand free. His free hand now reached for my troath.

''Last change.'' He warned.

''Hell no.'' I awnsered.

He thightened the grip on my troath, which caused my airway to close up and that resulted in me getting a lack of oxigen. After some time, a loud beep in my ear appeared, my vision went blurry and I was about to black out when all of a sudden the grip on my troath released. My body fell down to the ground. I couldn't move anymore.

I closed my eyes, hearing everything fade away in the background. The last thing I felt was my body being lifted from the ground, and roughly carried down the stairs, being janked into the back of a black SUV.