"What the bloody hell are you doing in here?!" Minerva exclaimed in surprise. In front of her and Greg stood a brown haired man in a navy blue suit.
"That's not very friendly, Minnie Mouse. Thought you'd be pleased to see me." The man answered, grinning smugly. The woman clenched her fist.
"Why would I be pleased to see you? You kidnapped my sister, James!"
"Hold on! You know Moriarty?" Greg interrupted, glancing at the person next to him. Minerva opened her mouth but no words came out.
"Relax, Inspector. Yes, we know eachother. I dated her sister, a long time ago. But the she never approved of me. Well, Cori ended it someday. That's why I'm here. I want revenge."
"Revenge? After eleven years? Oh, please! You should be dead!" Minerva scoffed.
"So should you, but here we are. Anyway, I'm not here to discuss my funeral. I'm here to give you this." Moriarty pulled a, slightly older, white envelope from the inside of his jacket and threw it to the woman. She caught it, but as she observed the front side, her heart dropped. The writing on the front said:
To: Detective Inspector Greg Lestrade
Happy Birthday
"Where did you get this?" She whispered angrily, while trying to get the envelope out of Greg's eyeshot. Moriarty grinned.
"I have every information about you. In here.", He held up a file. ,"That's part of my plan, by the way."
"What? You want to get revenge on me, for something my sister did?" Minerva tried hard to keep her emotions in place.
"No, of course not. That would be so confusing, no. I want, to make you feel miserable. To make you feel pain. To make you fall to the floor, knees first.
Now, did I forget something? Oh yes, the second clue. It's the first letter of your middle name." Moriarty was halfway through the room, when he walked back, picked the file up and handed it to Greg, before he walked out.
"Maybe you find something you like, Inspector."
The two stood next to eachother in silence, for a short while.
Greg was to surprised to speak. He always thought, no, he had been certain, that Minerva didn't know Moriarty.His emotions were a mix of surprise, confusion and anger. And now, he was holding a file about her. And what did Moriarty mean with 'So should you, but here we are'? He didn't have a clue, what to do now. He glanced over. The look on the womans face was indescribable.
Minerva was shocked. She didn't know, how to control her emotions anymore. A few tears rolled down her cheeks, but she wiped them away. James was right. She should be dead. But she wasn't. The fear was eating her up inside, so she turned around and started walking down the stairs. Greg follwed her close behind, constantly calling her name.
When they reached the ground floor, the DI grabbed her wrist, causing her to turn around.
"What do you want?!" Greg could see the tears in Minnie's eyes.
"Are you okay?" He asked concerned.
"Yes, why do you need to know?!"
"Because I care about you!"
"THEN STOP CARING ABOUT ME!" Minerva yelled, before she freed herself from his grip and stormed towards her aunt's flat.
These words felt like a slap in the face.
Blinded by anger, Greg opened the file about Minerva, hoping to find something he could use against her. He skimmed through the information, until something caught his eye. Pressure Point. A small smile curled up on his lips. As he continued reading, the smile disappeared as quickly as it had appeared.
The writing on the paper said the following:
Pressure Point: Detective Inspector Gregory Lestrade. (Collegue & Friend?)
Fears & Phobias: Philophobia (Fear of falling in love)
The anger let go of him and relization overwhelmed him. That's why she had been so distant.
Suddenly, quiet sobbing and Mrs. Hudson's voice could be heard from the flat.
"It's alright, dear. Tell me, what happened?"
"I-I think I-I'm in ... love."
"Oh sweetie. Is it that police Inspector again?"
"H-How ... d-did -"
" I know you, honey. But why are you sad about it?"
"I-It ... t-terrifies me."
"But you know that he cares about you. Maybe you should clear things up with him, lovey."
Greg closed the file and ran his hand through his hair. He was overwhelmed with feelings, his head was full of questions. Minerva was in love? With him? Again? But why again? This was too much. He decided to go home.
Greg tried to distract himself on his way, but his thoughts always traced back to Minnie. He couldn't help but think about her and as much as he tried to ignore the feeling, he was in love aswell.
Minerva had a hard time falling asleep. The events of the day wouldn't let go of her. And what's worse, Greg had the file. She had no idea, what he would do. She had yelled at him. Tears began to form in her eyes. She had yelled at he man she loved. 'What would happen next?' She thought, before she drifted off to sleep.
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"It worked. She was furious." Moriarty grinned.
"W-What d-did you d-do, Jim?" A quiet voice asked.
"Simple, Cori. I made her miserable. I couldn't have done it without your information. You really are a good girl." His grin grew.
"What?" Cori's voice was merely a whisper.
"You heard me correctly. Oh and I want to introduce you to someone."
A tall, muscular man had stepped into the room. His hair was a mess of brown curls and his arctic blue eyes stood out.
All the color drained from Cori's face. This man looked like her sister.
"Say hello to your father."
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Wassup guys? I finished Chapter seven
Finally, it took forever.
I'm also thinking of starting a oneshot book after this fanfic, wich will contain my OC's and you can request something of course. Idk how I will do it, but I have some Ideas.
But first I will finish this fanfic.
I hope you like it.
Have a nice Day/Night
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Love, Lies & Death ( A Sherlock Fanfiction)
Fanfiction"How are you dealing with your Philophobia?" Sherlock asked, completely ignoring John, who looked more confused as ever. "You haven't forgotten about that, have you?" Minerva smiled at him. Nine years ago she had met him and already knew something...
