Playing Games With The Devil - A Sherlock Fanfiction

Chapter seven: Temptations

I sit in the confines of the jail cell pondering on my stupidity.

I should have known better than to do anything for Moriarty. Or better yet trust that he would actually be waiting to make a quick getaway.

I had managed to keep everyone distracted for the full ten minutes that Moriarty requested and was so close to escaping the guards until I went to find that he'd already left.

Since then I've been searched from head-to-toe, interrogated for about two hours and then placed in this cell. I tried to explain that I was being blackmailed by a notorious criminal psychopath but no one seemed to believe me.

Thinking about it now, the story probably did seem rather outlandish from their perspective, and my arrest last month didn't help matters any.

I think at this point my best bet will be to plead insanity.

I listen as footsteps make their way through the hall and to my cell. I glance up and a genuine look of shock appears upon my face.

"Sherlock?"

"Let's go, miss." The officer says whilst opening the door.

I leave quickly eager to get out of this place. Sherlock says nothing as he walks beside me.

I am given back my personal belongings and escorted out. A black car is waiting on us with a middle aged man standing near it.

"I don't think we've been properly introduced, Mycroft Holmes." He says holding out his hand. I hesitantly shake it. "For Gods sake Mycroft we haven't got all day. Let's skip the formal introductions for now." Sherlock says slipping into the car.

I stand awkwardly not sure if I should follow him or not. Mycroft gives me a nod and I climb in. "How did you know I got arrested?" I ask.

"That's not important. However, why you got arrested is. Did Moriarty put you up to that? I don't see any other logical explanation." Sherlock replies.

I guess there's no point in lying.

"Yes."

"Why did you agree to do it?"

"He said he would owe me a favour if I did. And I figured that might come in handy later since apparently you two have decided to put me in the middle of your stupid game."

Sherlock looks at me studying my features.

"Do you really expect us to believe that? Perhaps you did it willingly. James Moriarty does have a certain...effect on people." Mycroft insinuates.

"I want nothing to do with him, with either of you. But I don't really think I have a choice in the matter, do I?"

"Why do I have the feeling you're lying?" Mycroft asks with a sly smile.

"What reason do I have to lie?"

"Do you know what I think? I think you like James Moriarty, that you find him interesting, exciting and dangerous. Everything about him attracts you to him. The fact that you have so much in common probably draws you to him as well."

I stare at Mycroft, anger flowing through me. "I am nothing like him." I say very defensively.

"No? I'm not sure if even Sherlock is aware of this but I have very incriminating evidence that Moriarty arranged for the murder of his family. You murdered you're brother. All of his actions are the result of trying to alleviate the boredom, as are yours. Brooklyn, you are much more like him than you may realise." Mycroft says sounding irritated.

"This makes the second time I've been arrested and I'm not highly fond of jail, trust me I don't plan on being coerced into anything else by Moriarty." I insure him.

"Let's hope not. I've been lenient on Sherlock and his little friends in the past but when it comes to protecting the security of the British government I will be forced to take action."

"I understand." I say as the car comes to a stop. "Where are we?" I ask.

"You're new flat." Sherlock answers with somewhat of a smirk.

"Excuse me?"

"Sherlock felt it would be best if you lived closer to Baker Street, somewhere it would be easy to keep a close eye on you." Mycroft says stepping out of the car.

I follow him and look toward the building he's talking about. "There's no way I can afford this place. I'm barely getting by as it is. And I'm not allowing you to monitor my every move. This is ridiculous." I state highly offended.

"Your rent here as been paid in full for a year. All of your belongings have already been brought as well."

I want to punch Mycroft in the face. Who does he think he is interfering with my life like this?

"As much as I'm enjoying standing here while you give me furious glances I do have somewhere else to be. You're welcome, by the way, for bailing you out of jail and for the new lodgings. I suspect we'll be seeing a lot more of each other."

I watch until the car is completely out of sight then having no other option, climb the steps leading up to the flat. There's an envelope placed I front of the door. I open it up to find a key.

Walking in the door I take in my surroundings. I have to admit this is a very beautiful place. But then again looks can be deceiving.

I immediately start scanning the place for any hidden cameras. I tear the place apart making sure to be extra thorough. Once I'm satisfied there isn't any I begin cleaning up the mess I made.

I lay down on the couch when everything is back to the way it was and instantly become absorbed in my thoughts. Eventually I find myself drifting off to sleep.

***

I'm awoken by the slamming of the door. I quickly jump up to find myself face to face with Moriarty. I become fixed with mixed emotions; rage and loathing being the top two.

Moriarty laughs at my expression. "I would apologise but it seems rather pointless since we both know I'm not sorry."

"You bastard!" I yell letting out all of my frustration. The thought never occurs to me to ask how he knew to find me here in the first place. I'm far too mad to think about such things. "I got arrested because of you! Now Sherlock and Mycroft have me wrapped in some plan to beat you which requires me living here being supervised by the Holmes brothers. All of this is your fault."

Moriarty paces around me making me become highly uncomfortably.

"You're either extremely stupid or brave to speak to me like that. But I suppose that's what makes you interesting."

"I don't want to seem interesting to you. In fact, I would prefer you didn't think of me at all." I say refusing to let him get to me.

He laughs and moves in towards me. I back up until I feel my back hit the wall. Moriarty doesn't stop; he presses his body up against mine, we're so close I'm certain he can hear my heartbeat pounding rapidly. He smells like expensive cologne and metal but it's a shockingly good combination.

"Are you sure that's what you want? You should find it...flattering that I think of you as interesting. Many people would kill for my attention." Moriarty tells me staring possessively through me. I want to scream or hit him, or do something. But can't, it's like I'm frozen incapable of prying myself from his grip.

What scares me the most is that burning desire in me that doesn't want to be free of him.

Before I can stop myself or even think twice about it I reach out and grab his tie pulling him even closer and slam my lips to his.