Sherlock Imagines [ Book 1 ]

For My Angel

Requested by:  unicornwhovian

She was beautiful.

Her movements were careful and precise, yet flowed smoothly. Each step, each twirl was within perfect rhythm with the music. Her brown hair was tied up carefully into a bun, red lipstick painted her lips. Her well formed muscles from what he could tell were from days of practice, it all came together to form the woman in front of him. The red flecks in her hair shining under the bright lights, he watched from his seat, farthest from the stage, farthest from the lights. He drummed his fingers on the arm of the seat, his one soft spot, his one weakness. What used to be his. He smiled softly as the memories floated back, bringing his mind away from conjuring bloody madness and to a state of piece.

*Exactly One Year Ago*

He watched the door open, as soon as she laid eyes on him her lips split into a smile. "You remembered!" Angel smiled. "How could I not?" He returned the smile, a bouquet in hand. She moved out of the doorway and allowed him into her flat. "Jim your a doll!"  She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into a kiss before embracing him. He returned the embrace, her brown eyes sparkled. "Happy Anniversary Love." He placed another kiss on her lips, handing her the flowers. The brunette turned on her heal and walked towards her kitchen, grabbing a tall glass and filling it with water and placing the glass on the table and the flowers inside.

"They're beautiful."  She fluffed them out before turning back towards him. "I thought you'd be busy with work." She brushed a brown lock away from her face, "Which I still don't know what exactly this new promotion has you doing." 

"Well it's got me busy. So, I was wondering if maybe you wanted to get dinner?" He smoothly changed the subject. "I suppose. Let me change into something nicer then my sweatpants." She remarked, turning away and walking out of the room. He watched her carefully as she disappeared before puling out his phone. He quickly dialed the number, raising the phone to his ear.

"Hello?"

"Are you sure everything's in place?" He watched the doorway, ready for her to enter at any moment.

"Yes I'm as sure as the last time you called me. You know you should help other people with this, your good at organizing and planning murder."

"I didn't do it for you, I did it for Angel." He said sharply. "Just get it done Moran."

"Alright calm down, Look I gotta go. Stop calling me." And with that, Sebastian hung up the phone. Jim muttered a variety of creative curses under his breath, "Who was that?" He turned to find her standing behind him, dressed in a turquoise dress and her brown hair brushed to the side.

"Work." He offered a charming smile and shoved his phone back into his pocket. "You look beautiful."

"Thank you." She smiled, "now let's go."

The pair walked out of the flat, hand in hand.

She turned and locked her door. Jim felt the color drain from his face, looking wide eyed as a red dot appeared inbetween her shoulder blades. "Come on Moran." He whispered through gritted teeth

BANG

A gunshot rang out, a body dropping from the roof and landing right in front of the pair. A shriek escaped her lips, Jim, however, found himself calm down. She raced forward and kneeled down beside him, feeling the man's wrist for a pulse. His eyes were glazed over like freshly cut glass, crimson trailed from his chest. She looked down horrified, "He's d-dead." She reached into her bag, pulling out her phone. Jim kneeled down beside her, "Angel darling what are you doing?"