Y/N P.O.V
I can't get that pretty little Irish fucker out of my head.
Even working relates to his- well our plan.
Take out Sherlock Holmes.
Everything was planned out, confuse his friends, meet him on the roof, pressure him into jumping...
My phone made a noise and I looked at it, reading the text.
Plan worked, stay on track. I'll see you in a bit, love.
-JM x
"Idiot." I mumbled to myself.
Today was the day he 'attempted to steal' the Crown Jewels and broke into both the bank and prison.
I'll go to the trial, but I'll have to go undercover, otherwise everything we've worked for will crash and burn.
"I-Umm, Miss?" Alexia stuck her head into my office and I put my phone down, looking at her.
"You have a visitor. She said her name is Mika?" I sighed and resisted hitting my head off my desk.
"Yeah, let her in." Alexia disappeared and no more than 30 seconds later, my goody-two-shoes sister appeared. She creepily reminded me of the older Holmes boy, always creeping around, basically stalking me.
"What did I tell you?" She snapped, walking into the room.
"I warned you about James Moriarty!" I rolled my eyes.
"And I warned you about the chances of me shooting you, but here we are." She glared at me and I raised an eyebrow.
"What happened to you Y/N? You used to be so..." Mika struggled to think of a word.
"Placid. Boring. Dull." I listed and she sat down.
"Sweet." She corrected and I pulled a disgusted face.
"You were great before you became such a psychopath! Changing your name and abandoning everything!"
"I'm a sociopath with psychopathic tendencies, there's a difference.
Anyway, who's to blame for that? My parents couldn't look after me so they put me up for adoption. Your parents died when I was 4, when you were 18 you abandoned me with your abusive grandparents." She paled slightly and looked guilty.
"You were old enough to defend yourself." She tried to snap back but it came out weak and pathetic, much like her.
"I was 11, you moved to America. Thirteen years ago..." I looked at the calendar and a smirk appeared not my face.
"Coincidentally on this date, you abandoned me. You turned me into this monster. That's why you're trying to make it up to me."
"I'm trying to protect you!" She snapped back with anger in her voice before storming out.
"You can't protect me from myself." I mumbled and Mike came in moments later with a small smirk on his face. He handed me a cup of tea/coffee and I happily excepted it.
"You showed her who's in charge." He laughed and I nodded my head.
"Make sure she gets off the property without stealing anything. She has a habit of collecting things that belong to me." He nodded and left the room, leaving me with my thoughts.
I considered the plan and evaluated all its flaws, amazingly there was only one.
If Sherlock didn't jump. Everything would burn.
My work phone began to ring and I snapped out of my thoughts, picking up the untraceable device.
"Hello Darling~!" Jim sang and I groaned.
"Not happy to hear from me?"
"I thought you was going to call Sebastian?" I replied and he chuckled.
"But I missed you so much. Seb knows what to do anyway~!" I rolled my eyes and laughed.
"You used up your free call to call me? How sweet." He laughed again and I couldn't help but smile.
"Just stick to the plan and everything will be fine. I have to go now," He sighed and I frowned slightly.
"Don't mess this up." His voice became more dangerous and I nodded my head, realising he couldn't see me.
"Yes, Of course Jim." I said and he sighed.
"Goodbye my queen, see you in court." Before I could even reply he hung up.
Jim's P.O.V
"Who did you call?" The detective inspector growled and I smiled at him.
"What plan Moriarty?"
"All will be revealed in time. You can't read the ending of a good book before you read the beginning~!" I teased. It not like I'm actually going to tell them.
"Is this 'L/N'?" Shit... I kept calm and didn't reply.
The door opened and the older Holmes walked in.
"I suggest you begin giving us answers, James, L/N is clearly someone you care about and we have some of our best people looking for them." I held back my temper and smirked at Mycroft Holmes.
"Oh... L/N?" I asked in (fake) disgust.
"He's dead. He was quite pathetic actually. No genius." If this is the only way to cover her... I'm not giving up everything we've worked for.
"I want more information. Who was he and why did the cabbie that attempted to kill my brother shout both of your names?" I rolled my eyes.
