Um, this is my first BBC Sherlock imagines and I kinda started with Moriarty because this idea popped in my head out of nowhere and now, I'm going to share it.
Warning: a little bit graphic (gore)
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Agonized screams echoed in the abandoned warehouse. The man strapped down on the silver table repeatedly shouts for his release or even help. Cold sweat forms into bead-like on his forehead as he tried to unclasp one of the restraints.
"No one would hear you, my dear Rae Chaser." A female voice said, startling him. It gave him chills as the voice sounded familiar to him.
"W-Who are you?" He asked, fear evident in his voice.
"I hope you remember this line." The female speaker said, clearing her throat. "Hey, do you know what her kinky hair resembles? I don't know man, it looks like pubic hair." She laughed as she tried to immitate two boys talking to each other.
Rae froze, his mind reeling into different people he met. She stepped into the light, a fake smile plastered on her lips.
"Don't you remember me?" A smirk crept on her lips, watching Rae's face shook with horror.
"Y/N L/N!" He shouted. "What are you going to do?"
"You don't know what I have in mind, but I know what I have for I can perform any surgery anytime, anywhere." She said, scooting over the silver table and brushing his hair with her fingertips. "Do you wanna know?"
"I don't care what you are going to do! I will get out of this place and tell the cops what you're doing!" He barked at her.
She chuckled, fishing something from her pockets. "I hope these remind you of them." She held a zip bag and inside were: a used brace bracket and a pair of pearl earrings.
"You're behind their death?" The hostage shrieked in fear.
"Duh. Do you think I'll able to get Nicc's brace bracket if I wasn't behind their deaths? I just took Risha's earrings because they look nice." She plastered another fake and creepy smile.
Rae was about to say something when she was stopped by Y/N's gloved hand on his mouth. "You know, I am really annoyed by you, asking me non-sensical questions."
Tears flowed from his eyes, probably using them to ask for mercy.
"You know..." The sound of a duct tape being undone was heard. "We would be in good terms if you've gone silent." She placed the tape on his lips. A chuckle escaped her lips as she produced a syringe from her pockets. "Thank you and good night, Rae Chaser."
Ticking the cap off, she pushed it on his arm. Rae seemed to be fighting the dose she gave.
"Don't worry darling. You'll be able to save lives after I took your organs away and donate them to those who are in need." Then, as if on cue, Rae's eyes shut close.
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Panic! at the Disco's Death of a Bachelor was playing repeatedly as she carefully analyze his eyes, liver, kidney, heart and brain. Blood stains are visible on her surgical gloves, as well on her scrubs.
After taking some of his vital organs, she also took blood and was planning to donate it to bloodbanks.
Moments later, as she was testing a blood sample (for blood type), the bluetooth speakers stopped playing her song as Bee Gee's Stayin' Alive started.
"James or known as Jim Moriarty," she murmured, not diverting her gaze from the microscope.
"How's everything going, babe?" He asked, standing next to her, probably disgusted by the gory stuff displayed on her table. "And by the way, you have a poor choice in music."
"I'm doing well." She replied, sounding a little bit pissed.
"I'm just kidding. Just wanna spend time with my surgeon-slash-serial killer girlfriend since she's busy on helping other people in need and killing those who--how do you describe them?" Jim said.
"I don't know...I just found that I crossed out their faces before on my high school memorabilia." She replied.
"So you don't like them?"
"Yeah, I don't. They kinda pissed me off before." Jim shrugged, watching her as she labeled the blood bags with B+. "Can I ask something, James?"
"Anything for my lady," he said, snaking an arm on her waist.
"I liked this guy, back in high school--"
"Oh Y/N L/N had a crush before!" Jim shouted and laughed. You shook your head. "Go on, dear."
"And uh...it seemed that he doesn't like me. Kinda wanna teach him a lesson in the worst kind of way..." You said softly.
Jim kissed your cheek. "What the lady wants, the lady gets." He snapped and the silver doors burst open.
"I hope you still have the energy to do another one." He murmured against your lips. "I hope I got it right." He motioned to his men as they took off the sack on their hostage's head.
"Darryl Pearson, how nice to see you again after ten years." Y/N greeted, never leaving Jim's embrace.
"We'll take care of the mess." Jim whispered and bit her ear.
"Watch me having fun." She murmured, pecking on his lips.
"Did I get it right?"
"And spoiling me for my demands makes you the best boyfriend ever." She took off her blood stained gloves and wore a clean one while his men strapped him down on an operating bed.
"Dear Darryl, did you know that I also specialize in cosmetic surgery?" She hummed, pressing tranquilizer on him.
