Jim Moriarty x Reader | Hard Times

Damsel in Defense

Warning(s): None.
Word Count: 1167 words.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Previously~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"You'll know what I mean, later." He winks at you, waving for you to follow.

"Where are we going?" You tilt your head to the side.

"My room." He turns back, gesturing for you to walk faster.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Now~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Y-your room!?" You shout flabbergasted. Sebastian moves to quiet you down, placing a finger to his mouth silently.

"Learn to keep your voice down." He mutters, looking at you calmly. "I'm not planning anything." He scoffs, smirking at your reaction.

"Besides," he laughs, "Moriarty wouldn't like that." With that he turns around, continuing to his room.

"H-he wouldn't...?" You mumble aloud. Why wouldn't he? It's not as if he has feelings, you're just a business deal to him; he just wanted a replacement, that's all.

"Keep up." Sebastian calls, bringing you out of your thoughts.

"Sebs- er, Sebastian, what do you mean?" You run towards him to catch up. "Why wouldn't he?" You press for answers.

"Silly girl," he stops, turning his head to the side, "haven't you noticed yet?" He looks at you with a condescending smirk. You almost run into him, but brush it off.

"Noticed what?" You fix a stray hair from your bangs, looking back at him.

He sighs heavily while moving to face you, placing a hand on top of your head. "It's not my place to say, but how can you be so blind?" You slap his hand away, giving a pointed look.

"I'm being made fun of, aren't I?" You turn your head to the side, pouting angrily.

"Of course not." He smirks, grabbing your hand. "Sulking won't help." He pokes your forehead, bringing your attention back to him.

"Whatever." You scoff. Sebastian rolls his eyes, turning towards his room again.

"Damsel in defense." He mutters, pulling you along.

"What was that?"

"Nothing~." He sings, turning into a hallway.

There are a few doors on both sides, but he pushes past them. You begin to wonder why you can't just stay in one of the other rooms, instead of Sebastian's personal bedroom. Your question remains unanswered, lost in your own train of thought, and unheard by anyone. He comes to a stop at the last room, opening the door for you to enter.

"After you." He gestures, looking at you expectantly. You nod your head in response, stepping into the room with care.

You didn't know what you expected, but this wasn't it. His room was pretty standard, in a sense. It held a queen size bed, writing desk with a swivel chair, TV, loveseat, and a dresser. But the one thing that stood out to you the most was the TV, it had a security feed currently on it. Of your apartment. You slowly turned your head to look at him, raising a suspicious brow. He picks up the remote, changing the channel with the same expression as you.

"Anyway," Sebastian drawls, turning to face you, "Here's your new room, I'll sleep on the floor." He states, moving to the dresser.

"You can use these until we can get your items." He hands you a black shirt, that is obviously his, and grey sweatpants. You take them gingerly, not sure how to feel.

"Thank you," a weary smile starts to creep its way into your face, "but... why can't I have another room." He looks taken aback by your question.

"Moriarty said not to let you leave my sight, I'm keeping my promise." He gives a reassuring nod, a small grin on his face.

"But-" You try again, getting cut off quickly.

"I'm going to try my best to keep it, (F/n)." Sebastian looks at you seriously. "It's my job, and trust me it's to keep you safe."

You sigh heavily, going to the restroom to change. The shirt was very big on you, and you feel like a child trying on their parents' clothing. The sweatpants are large as well, but fit better than the shirt. You walk out to find Sebastian sitting on the loveseat staring at his phone with interest.

"They are a little too big." You mutter as you walk over towards the loveseat.

"Well they are mine, so they should be." He chuckles still looking down at his phone, texting back a reply to someone. "We can go get your stuff later."

When Sebastian glances up he tries to keep a straight face, but can't help the smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "You look so small." He remarks, standing up from his spot.

"Well, obviously you're a lot taller." You take a step back, trying to leave space between the two of you. Sebastian quirks an eyebrow but doesn't question you.

"Can you deal with that for now?" He motions to your attire.

"Fine." You mumble, watching him closely.

"Get some rest then, I will be out for a bit." He gives you a small smile before disappearing out into the hallway.

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"Sherlock, what happened? Are you alright?" Mrs. Hudson quickly moves to inspect the damage done.

Sherlock waves her away, "I'm alright, it's nothing."

"Are you sure, dear? It looks to be swelling a bit." She places a hand on his face, mimicking where the bruise was. "Would you like some ice?"

"I think I can manage." He gives her a small smile, heading up the stairs to his flat.

"Wait! You still haven't taken this package with you." She states handing the manila folder over to him.

"Mm," he mumbles in response, "bring a cuppa tea later, I need to think." He turns back around, covering the rest of the stairs with ease.

"I'm your landlady, dear, not your housekeeper." she grumbles loud enough for him to hear, but still begins to heat a kettle.

When he reaches the door, Sherlock stops to stare at the strange envelope. If he placed it correctly, it was left by the young woman he had seen with Sebastian Moran. However, this note, he concluded, was not from her. She didn't seem too thrilled to drop it off either, it must have been Moriarty controlling her reins.

Sherlock pushes away from his thoughts to regard John, who was on his way out. "John, where are you going?" He quickly glances at his appearance. John has a date. "Rebekah?"

"Judy." John waves, brushing past him.

"Oh, I actually liked Rebekah..." Sherlock mumbles to himself, settling into his chair. John will find a companion one day, most likely not today.

Now for the matter at hand. Sherlock replays the events from today, starting with Sebastian Moran and the mystery woman. Sherlock saw the girls shocked expression when Moran pulled her in, so she is not familiar with him. Yet, they seemed to have an unspoken trust. Moriarty must have put Moran in charge of her.

Sherlock looks to the package again. What game is Moriarty playing now? It can't be dangerous, it's been sitting downstairs for a week now. With quick hands, Sherlock opens one side wide enough to see the contents.

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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ To Be Continued ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~