Moriarty The Patriot x Reader II

🎃 |Louis James Moriarty| Bump in the night + "Are you scared?"

A/N: Not sure if this is crack but I tried to keep it "funny" ^^"

Requested By: BeatrixMarcelo

Tag/s: HolmesYoungerSister!Reader, Fluff, Crack

Guide:
(Y/N): Your First Name

2nd Person's POV

"Sherl!" you called out from outside the abandoned hospital, holding a bag in your hand.

"Here are the chemicals you wanted!" you screamed, holding up the bag and making the bottles clink inside.

"SHERLOCK HOLMES, ANSWER ME!" you shouted again, patience running thin with no reply again.

You sighed as you begrudgingly walked inside.

"Go get these for me he said... It'll be quick, he said... You'll be home before dark out, HE SAID!" you sarcastically whispered, passing through the police tape and bloodstains, looking for your brother.

"You owe me big time! Making me run all over London..." you scoffed as you swung around the bag in your hand.

You looked all over the hospital, but no sign of your brother.

"Where is that numbskull?" you muttered, looking through the rooms and halls, but it was already night.

"That idiot..." you sighed, deciding to go home for the day.

"(Y/N) Holmes?" a voice called out, seeing Louis by the entrance.

"Lou!" you chirped, making the man frown at the familiarity.

"Fancy seeing you here," you chuckled as Louis glared down at you.

"What are you doing here?"

"Looking for my brother," you answered, showing the bag you're holding, "You?"

"Likewise," he quipped, walking passed you as he looked around.

Your eyes widened as an idea popped up in your head.

"You wouldn't think...?"

"Not going to happen," Louis quickly denied, making you breathe out a smile.

"But you thought of it,"

Louis turned to you and gave you a death glare.

"Fine..." you sighed in defeat, raising your arms as you backed away.

"But whose last names do you think they will take? Sherlock Moriarty doesn't really sound that good,"

"One more word and I will slit your throat..."

"I was just asking!" you laughed, making him sigh and drop his shoulder, tired of your conversation.

"Oh, and no one's here, by the way," you called out, making him turn to you.

"Trust me, I checked..." you sighed, stretching your feet.

"I would have caught them by now..." you muttered to yourself, not wanting to push the youngest Moriarty to your murder.

"I highly doubt my brother would lead me to a wild goose chase," he countered, continuing his search.

"Suit yourself," you shrugged, making your way outside until you saw numerous people hanging around, their attention on you.

You sighed as you walked back inside, recognizing they were Mycroft's men.

"Hey!" you called out to Louis, running up to him.

"Thought you might want some company," you smiled, matching his pace.

"If I did, I wouldn't want yours,"

"Ouch...! Sucks to be you then." you stretched your back with a grin, making him sigh.

As you both looked around, you heard something crash in a room nearby.

"I thought you said no one was here?"

"I did! It was locked when I came here," you answered, looking back at the room.

Louis raised a brow as he went to the room, you following close behind.

"It's probably just a cat or something," you added, going on your tiptoes as you looked through the window, but it was too dark to see anything.

Another crash came from the room, making you grab Louis' arm.

Louis jolted as he looked back at you, making you pull back.

"Oh, sorry," you nervously laughed, making him sigh as he stepped in front of you.

"If you were scared, you could have just said so," he muttered, making you gasp and hit his back.

"Who said I was scared!?" you shouted as the door opened, showing a small cat walking out.

"It seems you were correct," Louis smiled, making you frown.

"Let's just get out of here..." you muttered, pulling Louis along, but he stopped.

"Why the rush? Are you scared, perhaps?" Louis egged on, making a vein pop on your head.

"You know what?" you put the bag's straps on your shoulders.

"Fine! Let's search for your brother in this abandoned hospital in the middle of the night. What's the worse that could happen!?" you grumbled, marching through the hall with Louis following you, a satisfied smile on his face.

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