Y/N's P.O.V
"Hello darling." I grinned at the man in front of me.
"I've missed you. Did you miss me?"
"Always do." He gave in and picked me up, hugging me. I wrapped my legs around him for support and he kissed me.
Most kisses we shared were deep, passionate and lustful, but this one was soft and caring. It was my favourite kind of kiss.
"We're gonna be parents." He breathed into the kiss and I smiled.
"Mr. Moriarty, please don't tell me you summoned me here so that you could tell me that?" He laughed and put me down.
"No, Miss. L/N, I wanted a kiss too." I laughed and he sighed.
"I want us back. King and Queen of crime."
"What are you thinking Jim?" He smirked at me before pulling out his silver bullet.
"Every King needs his Queen and I'm planting the final bomb." I pulled out my matching bullet and ran my fingers over the engraving.
QUEEN
"Bomb?" He nodded his head.
"Their castle is going to fall and we're going to use their remains to build ours." His Dublin accent was thick with happiness and I sighed.
"I love you."
"Ditto." I smirked and pulled out my phone.
"What are you doing?" I dialled Mike's number and held the phone to my ear.
"My Knight has been left with the pawns, I need to pull him off the board." After a few rings he answered the phone.
"Hey Y/N."
"Mike, hey, you need to drop off the grid for a bit. Take your wife and kid and go to the Caribbean for a while. I'll pay."
"Everything Ok?"
"Everything's great." I hung up and looked at my partner in crime.
"I better get going. Sherlock and Mycroft are probably hunting me down as we speak." The Irish twat pulled me into another kiss.
"Meet me at your mansion tonight at midnight." I tried to pull away, but he was still holding my waist.
"Tomorrow, Sherlock Holmes is going to die."
~Time Skip~
I arrived back at Baker Street, exhausted from all of today's events. I was about to unlock the door, but Sherlock opened it before I could.
"Upstairs, now." He practically dragged me up to his flat and pushed me onto the sofa.
"Rude." I looked around the room seeing a collection of some of the people I hate the most.
John, Mary, Sherlock, Mycroft, Lestrade and Anderson stood watching me.
"What is this? An intervention?"
"Something like that." John sighed and I put my feet up on the table.
"Everyone in this room knows your pregnant, Y/N." Sherlock said and I shrugged.
"Everyone in this room also knows that you were an assassin for the American Government."
"Congratulations. None of that was exactly secret." They all looked at me blankly.
"Quick question." I raised my hand slightly.
"I can understand why everyone in the room is here, except Anderson. Why the hell are you here?"
"I don't like you." He said simply and I nodded my head.
"Understandable." Sherlock glared at us both.
"If you let me finish," Sherlock sighed.
"We all also know that you're the one dropping bodies around London."
"Snitch." I muttered, glaring at Sherlock.
"What are you going to do? Arrest me?"
"Nope." I looked to the doorway where Mika was stood.
"Are you joking me? What do you want? I do remember threatening to kill you." She sighed heavily.
"I'm sorry, who are you?" Lestrade asked.
"Mika Ashworth, American Government." Mycroft said.
"You're going to tell us the location of James Moriarty." Lestrade inputted.
"And why would I know that?" I stood up and pushed passed them all, going to the kitchen. I opened the fridge and pushed passed Sherlock's experiments, grabbing a bottle of water.
"Because..." Sherlock said with a blank expression and I looked at them all.
"You're pregnant with his child."
"Ha," I looked down and put the bottle of water on the counter.
"That's a good one. James Moriarty? He's a two faced twat. I wouldn't work with him, never mind sleep with him."
"Don't lie, little sister. I told Mycroft the truth." Mika said with a disapproving look.
"I hate you. Always have." I sighed and reached behind me into the waistband of my jeans. I pulled out my gun. Jim may have slipped it to me before I left.
"You wouldn't have told him the whole truth though, would you? You still want to protect me."
"What is she talking about?" Sherlock asked and I clicked the safety off of the gun.
No one else in the room was armed and I knew Sherlock kept John's gun by the bookshelf, currently out of his reach.
"I was thinking of a few baby names earlier." I said looking at the gun.
"If He's a boy, I want to name him after his daddy. If she's a girl, I want to name her after my biological mother. M/N L/N."
