BBC Sherlock One Shots

Stalker Alert (James Moriarty x Reader)

You thank the taxi driver and paid him before getting out of the taxi. There you were, at 221B Baker Street. Sherlock Holmes and his sidekick, John Watson was all over the newspapers and on the telly. You heard from many that Sherlock was a genius but not very a good company. 

But you clearly needed his help. 

Hugging yourself and smoothed your coat, you knocked on the door. You gulped and you were worried. Worried that Mr Holmes would decline your case and call it 'boring.' You have heard also that he would decline cases if they were too easy or boring. 

You were too into your thoughts and you flinched when the door rattled a bit and opened. An elderly woman greeted you and let in the apartment.

"Hello, dearie. Are you looking for Sherlock Holmes?" She asked nicely.

Looking around the dusty, old place and looking back at the elderly lady, you nodded. She grinned and said, "I'm Mrs Hudson. Follow me, dearie." 

Mrs Hudson walked to the small staircase and beckoned towards you. As you went up, Mrs Hudson asked questions.

"I didn't catch your name, dearie."

You blinked and retorted. "(Y/N) (L/N)."

You and Mrs Hudson finally stopped at a door. "I have to warn you that Sherlock might not be very nice but I'm certain he'll solve your problem." She knocked and opened the door. "Woo hoo~, there's a client." Mrs Hudson let you into the room and she left.

You were greeted by the sight of dusty books and science tools. Papers scattered around the desks and bullet holes on the wall. And a smiley face on the wall as well. The tall man stood in front of the window, looking around. You recognised that he was indeed Sherlock Holmes.

A shorter man entered the room and smiled warmly. He put out his hand for handshake. "John Watson." 

You smiled back and put your hand in his for the handshake. You introduced yourself.

Without thinking, you walked towards Sherlock and—

"You're 20. Your relationship with your family is okay but some misunderstanding between you and them. Has a few friends. Currently in University. Your degree is (your preferred degree). You were doing very well in University—"

His beautiful, cold blue eyes were on your shocked face. You blinked, dumbfounded on what he said. John frowned. He had the feeling you wouldn't like the deducing part of Sherlock. Like the other clients of his.

"Sherlock, could you stop deducing and at least hear her out?," John started.

Sherlock glanced at John for a spilt second and his lips frowned slightly. And eyes back to you.

"Something happened that made your grades fall and you're not doing well. Judging from your eye bags, you have not been sleeping well. You don't feel safe for a reason. Could be someone is trying to find you or stalking you."

You didn't realise that your mouth was slightly opened and your eyes were widened. "How did you know that, Mr Holmes?"

Sherlock smiled coldly. "Science of deduction, Mrs (L/N)."

Your shocked face gazed on John. But he simply shook his head and pulled out a chair for you. Sherlock and John sat on their comfy chairs while you sat on a wooden chair, opposite them.

"It started long ago when—"

"Boring. Move on."

You glared at Sherlock with an annoyed look. John gave you an apologetic look. "Sherlock, don't interrupt her."

"I'm just helping her to not waste time," Sherlock said and when his eyes were on you, he gave a fake smile. "Now. Continue."

"A couple months ago, I was receiving strange texts from someone I don't know. At first, I thought it was some harmless prank until they kept texting me about my life. Where I live. What school I'm studying. The friends I have."

You shook your head. You were terrified out of your life. Nothing like this has happened in your life and it was scary and creepy. 

"The creep then kept sending me presents and stupid shit like that to my apartment. The presents looked really expensive. They would send me clothes that actually could fit me, jewellery and sometimes red roses."

"How did you know it was from him?," John questioned and at the corner of your eye, you could see Sherlock rolling his eyes. 

"Most probably the stalker told Mrs (L/N) they were sending her the presents." 

Sherlock then stood up and walked to the window with his hands at his back. "But you didn't report it to the police?"

"Or block the number," John added.

You crossed your legs and clench your jaw. The stress from all the stalker stuff got to you and you hardly got any sleep. You were paranoid that the stalker might break into your house and murder you or take you away. 

"I reported it to the police when I got the texts. Until now, they can't find the stalker and they said to report if anything bizarre happens."

Sherlock snorted. "Scotland Yard is useless."

"And I tried to block the number but they still could text me—like they hacked into my phone or something. They would always send scary threats when I try blocking them," You continued, answering to John's question.

John nodded. "I imagine you must going through a hard time, Mrs (L/N)."

You nodded. It was true. The stalker was watching your every move.

Maybe they're watching you right now.

That thought send shivers down your spine.

Sherlock portrayed an annoyed and confused face. His eyebrows furrowed and lips frowning. He immediately turned to you and put his right hand out. "Can I see the texts?"

Without thinking, you took out your phone from your pocket and showed him the texts. The tension in the air was high and awkward as Sherlock scrolled through your phone. You tried not to maintain eye contact with John or look at Sherlock.

You were very uncomfortable. You crossed your arms and gripped on your arms. Closing your eyes, you sighed. Exhausted. That's what you felt. Exhausted of this madness. You're just a normal person and this unusual thing starts to happen to you. You didn't know what to do or who to tell. Until you saw the newspapers of Sherlock Holmes and his cases along with his partner, John Watson. You had debated in your mind whether to ask for Mr Holmes and Mr Watson's help or not. Clearly, you made up your decision because you were sitting in their living room.

Your eyes that was closed and instantly opened when you heard a soft buzz from your phone. 

The stalker texted me again.

Sherlock's eyebrows was furrowed and was a bit shocked. John rushed to Sherlock's side and peeked into your phone. 

Shock. 

Shock was written on both Sherlock's and John's face. You frowned and decided to see what has happened. From what you could see, this was what the stalker had said.

Miss me, Sherlock?

Sherlock turned to you. His eyes had a glint of emotion that you couldn't quite explain. He looked dead serious.

"Mrs (L/N), I will take your case."