Jim Moriarty x Reader 2

Chapter 43

Jim's POV:

Jim set off to find you, pulling out his phone to give you a text.

'Hey love~ you alright?'

... while he had his phone out, he tracked yours because why the hell not. Saves him time if he doesn't have to go everywhere looking for you.

Turns out, you were right here in this building. ... well, that's certainly convenient. Jim followed the signal to his office, where you sat on his desk, seemingly waiting for him. You seemed upset- both sad and extremely angry at the same time. That was not like you, you got angry at times but never to this extent. Right now it was not a normal anger; this seemed like the jim-provoked anger. The type he could inflict on people to turn them into murderers.

... perfect.

"You okay, my dear~?" Jim hummed, sitting calmly in his chair across from you. You stared at the floor hatefully, your hands clasped tightly together, in self-condemning restraint.

".... haven't they gone through enough. Alex, William, Marcus... Ty.... why won't Harvey just... stop. Why can't it all just stop..." you mumbled, jim raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

"... so you knew Ty's death was a homicide?" He asked inquisitively. You slowly nodded, refusing to lift your gaze.

".... I guess it was assumption, considering all he's put us through lately. But just.. why? Why is he doing this." You asked once again, jim sighed.

"... people do stupid things when they get bored." Jim responded, knowing half of it was admitting his own mistakes. Well, not necessarily mistakes... he didn't regret making them, it was fun~ but Jim has a time he's ready to back off. Eventually the 'game' itself gets boring, and it's time to find something else to do. Harvey, however, didn't seem to feel the same.

".... I want to kill him, James. I want to place my hands on his skull and watch his expression as I slowly crush it." You stated darkly, to which jim smiled. ... hot.

"I know the feeling, love~. I know."

You finally lifted your gaze to meet Jim's, he could tell for once you both shared a mutual hatred and distaste for humanity itself. Your eyes were filled with darkness and fury, desperately needing a way to get it out. ... It was hot.

In milliseconds jim found himself atop of you on his desk, pressing you against the hard wood as you pulled his mouth against yours roughly. H o t.

Ty's POV:

... Is this what death felt like.

Because w o w i e, it hurt.

Breath returned to Ty's chest as he gasped, coughing as his body slowly began repairing and restarting itself. He heard a muffled voice and felt the presence of someone hovering over him, their grip tight on Ty's shoulders. He scrunched his nose in attempt to rid himself of a throbbing headache, but it didn't work.

Instead, he slowly opened his eyes, blinking until clarity reached him.

"...... Jesus, I-I know it's always been my dream to wake up to you on top of me, but I never realized it'd be this painful..." Ty stated in a weak voice, smiling at seeing William's face flush 50 shades of red.

"... bloody hell, Tiberius..." William mumbled, pulling Ty into a hug. Ty smiled through the pain, although didn't even try to hug back- his arms hurt. .... a LOT.

"What happened—-?" Ty asked, making out the figure of someone else in the room, sitting in the corner. As his sight continued to adjust, he realized it was Marcus- Ty couldn't help but feel a slight hatred for the kid, however he couldn't remember why...

"... doesn't matter... you're here.. you're alive, that's all that matters.." William mumbled, refusing to let Ty out of the hug. ... not that Ty minded. ... at a l l. His eyebrows drew together as he searched his mind for answers- he's... alive....? So.. he almost died—? Oh my god.... ohmyGOD.

Panic set in at remembering the psychotic girl trying to murder him, his face flushed more pale that it already was and he began to shake violently. Now this, this is why he was afraid of girls.

"Nn- nnNN—" Despite the extreme pain, Ty quickly clung to William at the memory, as if worried she'd return and finish him off. William held him tighter and didn't protest when Ty buried his face in his chest, seeming to notice his complete mental breakdown at the thought.

"It's okay... Ty, it's going to be okay... I've got you..."