Mental: Sherlock x fem!Reader x Moriarty

Chapter 22 - Snow

The fire shone orange hues on your face as you sat in Mycroft a living room. Sherlock had asked about your company. Miss Adler sat across from Mycroft who had defeat painted on his face. She was currently listing her "conditions" which were needed to be met for the safety of the photos in her phone. These which you had just recently found out about, even though it was none of your business.

"You were very... thorough..." this was said in an impressed yet disappointed tone, you could tell that Mycroft was hoping for a slip-up. You tried to read Sherlock but his face stayed blank, eyes gazing at the fire.

"Can't take all the credit... had a little help," she turns towards you both. "Jim Moriarty sends his love," You grunt and roll your eyes.

Mycroft quickly dismissed the comment. "Yes, he's been in touch. Seems desperate for my attention... which can be arranged," he clicks his pen looking down on the list yet again.

"Had all this stuff and never knew what to do with it! Thank god for the consulting criminal," she turns to look at Sherlock then back at Mycroft "Gave me a little advice on how to play the Holmes boys... you know what he calls you? The Iceman and the Virgin," Sherlock's face blushes his eyes quickly darting to you then closing. "Didn't even ask for anything just wanted to cause trouble... Now that's my kind of man,"

"And here you are," Mycroft stands, Sherlock opens his eyes and gasps quietly "The dominatrix who brought a nation to its knees..."

"Nicely played," you compliment.

"No," You raises an eyebrow as Irene and Mycroft turn to him.

"Sorry?" Irene's smile fades.

"I said "No" very close but no you got carried away," Sherlock gets out his seat and you do too "The game was too elaborate. You were having too much fun,"

"There's no such thing as too much," Irene takes a step forwards. You and Mycroft make eye contact both confused.

"Oh enjoying the thrill of the chase is fine. Creating the distraction of the game I sympathize entirely but sentiment? Sentiment is a chemical defect found on the... losing side..." Mycroft eyes widen ever so slightly.

"Sentiment? What are you talking about?"

"You,"

"Oh dear god! Look at the poor man... you don't actually think I was interested in you?" You take a step forward "Because you're the great Sherlock Holmes? The clever detective in the funny hat?"

"No," he leans closer to her face, their lips close to one another. Sherlock's, however, turn to her ear. You relax. "Because I took your pulse..." Irene's eyes play a look of betrayal as Sherlock continues to speak "Elevated... Pupils dilated" he goes down to teach for her phone "I imagine John Watson thinks love is a mystery to me but the chemistry is incredibly simple and very distractive. I remember the first time we met, you said "a disguise is always a self-portrait" how very true of you. Your combination to your safe your measurements... But this, this is far more intimate, this is your heart and you should never let it rule your head... You could have put in any random number and walked out of here with everything you worked for, but you just couldn't resist it could you? I always thought that love was a dangerous disadvantage... thank you for the final proof,"

Irene's hand reaches for her phone, her breathing picking up speed "Everything I said, it wasn't real... I was just playing the game..."

"I know..." He puts in the last letter unlocking the phone. "And this is just losing," you look over his shoulder and see the combination. The phone lights up Irene's face as she looks close to tears. "There you go, brother, I hope that makes up for any inconvenience I may have caused tonight,"

"It certainly will," Mycroft takes the phone and goes to scroll through

"If inclined lock her up, other than that let her go I doubt she'll last long without her protection,"

"Are you expecting me to beg?" Her voice was weary her eyes watery.

"Yes," Sherlock says coldly.

"Sherlock," you felt bad for her you really did. Silence.

"You're right, I won't even last six months..." you were torn you didn't know what to do or what to say.

"Sorry about dinner... Y/n" Sherlock gestured to the door. You walk out him going your side straight away.

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"We can't just leave her like that..." you reached the door if Mycroft enormous mansion.

"Yes we can... and will,"

"Sherlock, don't you feel the slightest bit bad for her?

"Can't and won't," you sigh and open the door walking out immediately. Sherlock goes to put on his coat and scarf, then catching up with you. He stays silent. You shiver slightly scolding yourself for forgetting your coat. "Are you cold?"

"You don't care now do you?" You grumble and bring your arms closer to your chest.

"I do..." you feel the warmth as a coat is wrapped around you.

"Well isn't that contradicting," you roll your eyes.

"Don't be like that," you look up at the sky to see white snowflakes falling to the already snowy ground. Sherlock's eyes glimmer as a snowflake falls on his nose, he blinks a few times before turning to you. At this point, you had a ball of snow in hand ready to fire. Bam! Right in the face, snow drips off slowly, a stunned face revealed. You burst out into laughter holding your stomach. "You're gonna pay for that," He smirks.

"Oh no..." With immediate regret, you scurry off, still laughing. He tackles you into a pile of snow. You both sit laughing and getting the snow off your hair. A car pulls up and Anthea looks out the window.

"How mature," You giggle and stand up with Sherlock's help. "Mycroft thought you may need a lift,"

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Wasn't that sweet? 

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