Many, many years later...
The two kids grew up, staying very close to each other. Partners in crime, they did everything together. He became a consulting criminal, and she worked for him. She stole, she hacked, she disguised herself to get information from people, but she never killed.
Jim didn't kill too, at least not directly. He would leave the roughest jobs to be done by his "employees". He didn't like getting his hands dirty.
About the girl's brother:
He didn't change much, he stayed an alcoholic, but he drank less often. He managed to find a job that payed enough for his rent and for food. (y/n) quickly left their house when she was finished school, moving into a flat in a building Jim owned, in London. She didn't get much news from Bram, but she thought maybe it was better like that. And she was quite busy with Jim, so she didn't have much time to worry anyway.
But today wasn't an ordinary day. Today was their mother's death anniversary, and she wanted to go see Bram. At least just say hi, so that he knew she didn't forget about him.
She was now in front of the house, parked in her car, nervously fidgeting with the wheel. She took a deep breath, open the car door, and walk to the entrance of her former home.
>——>
"Hey Bram? It's me, (y/n).", she said opening the door and placing the spare key back to where it was kept hidden.
"Bram?"
She walked in to find a messy living room, corpses of empty glass bottles and clothes spread out a bit everywhere. As she ran her hand on the wall, she felt the indent that was still there, untouched.
"Bram?", she asked again, but still didn't hear an answer.
Her brother was supposed to be there. His car was parked in front of the house (apparently he got his license back) and she knew normally his shift was over by now. He should be there. He should've come to greet her when she got in and at least give her a hug or something. After all, today wasn't an ordinary day for the two siblings.
She started getting worried. She missed her brother, she wanted to see him.
She searched through the house, and if he wasn't there, she would at least try to call him. She hoped he didn't got drunk and did something stupid...
The final room to check was his bedroom. The door was creaked open.
She pushed it, only to reveal her brother lying in his bed, motionless.
"Bram...", she said hesitantly. "Are you okay?"
He didn't answer. She moved towards him, believing he was asleep or passed out.
She put her hand on his bare shoulder, only for it to feel abnormally cold. She shook him a bit, frowning, breathing accelerating.
"Bram, come on, wake up..."
He was lying face down, the bed sheet covering him all the way up to the middle of his back, under his shoulder blades.
(y/n) was about to give up until she turned him on his back, revealing his face and naked chest.
His blood covered his naked chest.
A crimson red stained the white bed sheets and the stomach of the brother.
The sister's eyes widened, her knees felt weak, her stomach was nauseous and her breathing erratic.
"No... no, no, no, Bram, no!"
She was desperate.
"No, no! Please! Please, don't- don't do this to me too..."
She brought her hand to his cold cheek, caressing softly his lifeless face. His eyes were closed, and she wished she could've seen them just once again.
Some may expect, in that sort of situation, that a girl finding her dead brother would start to panic and cry until she'd drown in her own tears. Or even simpler, pass out.
But that's not what (y/n) did. The more she looked at Bram, the more she felt the blood in her veins boiling. Her heartbeat pounded loudly in her ears. Her hands were shaking.
"I'm gonna find who did this to you, Bram. I promise."
She took one last look at the man, straightened herself again, and with clenched fist, exited the house.
>——>
She held the wheel tightly, making her knuckles white. Heavy breathing came out of her nose. Tears partially clouded her vision, but she had a clear goal set in her mind.
"I promise."
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The Thieving Magpie
Fanfiction(Jim Moriarty x reader) [COMPLETED] - "...Jim," she gasped. He stared at her intensely, hands in his pockets. His hair was messy, and dark circles hung from his eyes. He had on a suit and a loosened tie. "Hi," he said. She frowned, still slightly...
