Moriarty x Reader: Dancing with the devil...

Chapter 1: Those eyes of his...

Moriarty x Reader: Dancing with the devil ~ Chapter 1: Those eyes of his...

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Your POV

You sighed in annoyance as you heard your dratted phone ring for the umpteenth time, you reached for your phone and there it read that your mother was calling. You clicked the green icon and answered it.

"Hello Mother." You said dully

"Hello Darling! I just wanted to see if you are coming to the annual ball!"

'Shit...' You thought to yourself

Your mother always holds these extravagant balls every year and every year you are forced to go to these silly social parties. You were born into a high end family, your father owned a business that earned a lot of money over the years. You were introduced to many families at these social gatherings, but one family in particular took your interest.

The Holmes family.

You were a mere 8 year old girl when you met the Holmes family, you first met their youngest son who was the same age as you. Sherlock. He despised you at first but grew to adore you like a brother/sister relationship. The two of you would only get up to mischief when together. You and Sherlock were a dynamic duo and even Mycroft had a 'slight' liking to you. He put up with you and Sherlock's shenanigans. But that couldn't last long...

Soon it was time to grow up and it wasn't easy for Sherlock. The dynamic relationship you had with Sherlock was dying. Soon, Sherlock was being yelled abuse at by other pupils at his school and you couldn't do anything about it. The two of you were at completely different schools. You didn't find out about this until you heard the news about Sherlock being admitted into hospital because of an overdose. You remember sprinting to the hospital when you heard. He was like family to you. Thankfully he survived but you nearly killed him when he awoke. You were furious but you were just glad he was alright. Soon after he was discharged from hospital was he transferred to your school. The two of you reconnected as friends and soon were back to stirring up mischief.

You knew that Sherlock had the ability to become a detective, since you were young you knew that he had the abilities to do that job. You on the other hand didn't know what to do with your future. Sherlock said you could be his companion but you didn't see yourself being his companion or assistant. You wanted more than that. You wanted to be face to face with the criminals and to uncover what they hide. Your mother was shocked when you told her this. She wanted you to become a model or something lady-like.

You were exposed to the sight of blood and death at a young age, you and Sherlock had seen blood during one of your adventures with him. You saw a dead deer in the wood and you and Sherlock were so confused and wanted to know what happened to it. Your mother was distraught at the idea of you seeing the deer and thought that you were traumatized... but you weren't...

Your mother wanted you to become something you never wanted to become. She was disappointed in you. You convinced her that this was what you wanted to do. You were still unsure but you knew for certain that you wanted to be the one to uncover things about psychopaths and criminals that no-one could see. Just like Sherlock could. He could deduce but you just couldn't. You tried to but it failed. You remember those late nights, trying to figure out how but just couldn't until you stumbled upon an article.