"An Choiriúil agus an Bleachtaire" (irish for '"The Criminal and the Detective")~
"83 Taybridge Rd, London. Drop by any time from 1pm-12am. x" The note had been pinned to the smiley-face on the wall of apartment 221B, right where Jim knew Sherlock would see it when he awoke. It had been such a long time since their little meet up- Three years, to be exact-, and it was high time they had another.
He'd snuck in around 2:30am, having not been able to sleep. He normally didn't even consider sleep until 4am anyways, usually because of work... so much work... Thank god tomorrow was his day off. Or, a form of day off. Sherlock wouldn't be coming in until later, he presumed, so he'd at least be abe to sleep in a bit and relax until it was time for their little playdate.
That night, the excitement kept him up until 4:37am, but eventually he did fall asleep, dreaming of all of the different ways Sherlock could react to the fact that Jim was not actually dead.
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~AN~
So this is just kindof an intro to the story, which may or may not be a oneshot? I don't know. It was inspired by me watchign Sheriarty videos and listening to this Celtic CD I bought when I was 6. Which reminds me, Jim may say something in Irish, and it may not be accurate because I'm an American using Google Translate. So. Please don't get offended.
Also, this is my first Sheriarty, and I wasn't going to write it, but I brought it up to my friend, and now she's making me write it and uhm yeha... so yeah. THANKSIES FOR READING.
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An Choiriúil agus an Bleachtaire
Fanfic[SHERIARTY, Post Reichenbach, AU] Three years after the Reichenbach Fall, Jim Moriarty thinks it's time to reveal himself to Sherlock. He's counting on Sherlock's reaction to be absolutely hilarious, but what he didn't count on was just how much wou...
