A new girl in town - Moriarty Fanfic

Chapter Ten

The car stopped in front of a big house with a huge garden around it. I got out of the car and followed the suited man into the house.

"Honey I'm homeeeee" He sang into the house as he opened his arms like he was welcoming death. I walked into the living room and saw a frightened man with receding brown hair standing in the center. Moriarty had a chat with him, telling him he shouldn't have betrayed him and had to deal with the consequences now. I figured he was a drug lord, so if I killed him, there would be one less criminal in the world.

"Love, kill this man on the count of five." Jim calmly said to me, while he kept his eyes on the frightened man. I aimed the Glock just below the start of the brown scalp. "One, two, thr.."

BANG. I pulled the trigger back and the man slumped onto the beige floor. "Good girl" Moriarty licked his lips and saw the bloodlust in my eyes for a second before it disappeared again. "I'm not your pet." I growled and pointed my gun at Jim's head. "You're so predictable it's annoying. You know what will happen if you disobey me." He walked towards me and pushed my hand down to my side while putting the gun on a black table next to him.
He pushed me towards a wall and placed his hands firmly on my shoulders. My breathing got heavy as I looked into his eyes and down to his soft lips.

"Here we are again. I just can't resist the taste of you." He moved his head closer and placed a soft kiss on my lips. He took a step back, took my gun from the table and walked back to the car. "What about the body?" I asked while catching up with him.
"Sebastian will take care of it." He stated. A shiver went through my body as I heard the name, an image of the blond man beating me up flashed in front of my eyes. I sat down quickly as Moriarty opened the car door for me. He sat next to me and handed me the gun. "Don't ever point this towards me again." He hissed with dead eyes staring into mine.

Jim dropped me of at the hospital, I went in and was surprised to find Lestrade and a bitchy looking female officer in my room.
"Anonymous caller, he said you killed a man and I had to arrest you." The DI sighed as he noticed the holster fastened to my belt. "I had a feeling Moriarty would do this. It's his gun, he threatened me and made me kill a man." I moved my jacket to show him the gun. "I'm sorry (y/n), but I have to arrest you on suspicion of murder. I won't use handcuffs, they'll probably hurt to much on your wrists, but you'll have to keep your hands on your back." Greg motioned the woman to take the gun out of the holster and he escorted me through the building into a police car standing by at the entrance.

I was put in a cell. Again.
What is his plan? He seemingly wanted me to suffer, did he think it would be that easy?
I hated that I thought about his lips again, those soft lips and that body in the fancy suit.

That morning I was put inside a bright interrogation room with a window overlooking London. Lestrade sat across the table from me, asking questions on what had happened and writing them down in a file.

A small knock came from the grey door and a skinny brown-haired man came in. "Sir." He said while handing his boss a piece of paper. "Thank you, Anderson." Greg replied and frowned at the paper. He put his right hand on his temple. "This can't be. The gun was bought a month ago, registered in your name, with your signature."

I looked up in shock. "What? But that's not possible. I only just MOVED here about a month ago! Moriarty is setting me up,he's been planning this all along, does this mean I get charged for murder?" I was frustrated, thinking about the evil mastermind that had been planning everything.

"Sherlock is already in touch with his brother, Mycroft. He said you saved his arse a few times and he owed you one or two?" Greg spoke with curiosity in his eyes. It was true, working undercover for MI6 helped me gain some favours with my old boss. "Can't tell, I'll have to kill you," I said to Greg with a wink. Registering the sarcasm in my sentence, the DI snorted and closed the file that was on the table in front of him.