Mental: Sherlock x fem!Reader x Moriarty

Chapter 25 - Pass the ax

"I need to know why you're here," you look away as he takes off his mask. At that moment you hear footsteps.

"Sherlock?" Moriarty spins around and takes out his gun, as well as Sherlock.

"Well well well... isn't this a wonderful surprise, Sherly..." his lips curve into a smile as he cocks his gun.

"Alright, boys put the guns down," you laugh awkwardly trying to calm the tension. A gunshot rings from inside the castle along with many more. Your eyes widen, you reach down for your blades you start to ascend the stairs, ripping your skirt and tying it up. "Alright, you better lock it up because there are peoples lives at stake," whipping out all three blades in each hand you enter the ballroom.

"Gotta love her," you hear Jim say from behind. Sherlock rolls his eyes and cocks his gun. Your eyes scan the room and see a heart covered mask laying on the floor.

"How fitting," you take off your mask and place on the heart-decorated one. A shot fires and you duck. "Oh, you're gonna regret that," you stare him dead in the eye and aim. Throwing one blade it misses which made him laugh until another hit his back. He fell to the floor as blood dripped out of the wound.

"Miss Heart," Sebastian's voice calls your name from behind. You turn and smile.

"Sebastian! Wonderful to see you, now would you mind passing me that ax?"

"In exchange of those throwing blades?"

"Be my guest," he tosses you an ax which you held steady in hand. Giving him the blades you split. You grinned ever so sadistic as you swung the ax around knocking off the heads of two men. Blood trickled out of the corpses making you sigh. Footsteps neared from behind, so you took a swing with the dull side causing a blow to their knees. "Where is he?"

"Go fuck yourself!" You brought the ax up to his face and quickly cut his cheek causing him to scream. The scream was drowned by the gunshots firing here and there.

"I said where.is.he?"

"Fine! Room at the end of the hall up there!" He pointed towards a staircase leading to the supposed hall.

"Thank you,"... Bang! He falls limp to the floor. "And thank you, Jimmy," Moriarty rolls his eyes and gestures to the hall which made you gleam.

"Let's see the Queen at her best," you nod and take the ax over your shoulder. You quickly make your way up the stairs and let the ax fall on the ground. Dragging it across the floor it creates a deafening screech.

"One, two! I'm coming for you!
Three, four! Better lock that door!
Five, six! Grab that crucifix!
Seven, eight! Start to dig your grave!" You sang this rhyme until you reached the doors. "Nine, ten! Won't find your head again..." you whisper the last part and open the door to see a man holding an actual crucifix. You burst out laughing and grab it out his hand throwing it aside.

"Please leave me alone! I will give you all the money you want!"

"Oh honey I'm not in it for the money..." you rest your head on the ax. Looking him dead in the eye. "You see I'm looking for names. People, places and the like. So start writing" you grab a pen and paper and toss it towards him. His hands shake hardly making him capable of writing. He lists names and places when he was done you grab the paper and raise your ax above his head. Tears fall down his face.

"Please," his lips quiver out his last word. Jim and Sherlock rush in as you swing and hit. His head came falling to the floor.

"Sherlock!" You had twisted around and face the boys. "I- um I can explain!"

"Pleasure to find out the real identity of the Queen of Hearts," he seemed rather calm, taking your hand and shaking it firmly. It was rather odd. Walking behind with Jim who had been cursing about his blood-stained tuxedo, you glimpse at the scene of pure bloodshed.

"Shame," You scurry towards your mask which you had left and switched it out with the heart-decorated one. Placing it on yourself you carry the heart mask with you.

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"Oh thank god you're all alright," you sighed in relief as you saw John and the rest talking to other officers.

"Us? We were worried you weren't gonna make it out alive!" John shook his head before realizing we hadn't got the lead suspect. "Where is the suspect?"

"Dead," Sherlock says bluntly.

"What?! Who killed him? Did you get any names?"

"Oh we got names," you pass the paper to Lestrade who scans through it.

"Then who killed him?" You raised the heart-decorated mask up for all to see.

"The ax is inside,"

"The Queen of Hearts was here?" Anderson looked frightened.

"Apparently so," you toss the mask in an evidence bag and throw it to Anderson.

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Sherlock stops you at the top of the stairs of 221b. His hand fiddles in his pocket and he pulls out a folded piece of paper. Unfolding it he holds it up for you to read. It was your diary entry! You snatched it out his hand and crumpled it up.

"How did you get that?" The paper was stuffed in your pocket, you waited for a reply but all he said was.

"Make sure everything is burned next time," he makes his way into his flat closing the door after. You sigh and make your way upstairs. Quietly closing the door you see a letter stationed on the floor. You took off its black wax seal which read the single letter 'H'.

"Oh no," the few words that were written were:

Oh, my my my Miss Heart how dear for you to travel back to this dear city. Let me see your talents shine as bright as the screen of your phone.

- MH

Your phone buzzed and the screen lit up. A message has been sent through and the message read the following:

Dear oh dear Miss Heart! It seems so dear for you fear what shall come near. Give part. Yes, you think right have I given you a fright? Time to call your knights for your Hatter has returned! No detective or criminal shall save you! What's the matter? Has your lesson been learned?

- The Maddest Hatter

You drop the note on the ground and run into your room slamming the door behind you. Locking the windows of your room, you huddle in the corner. Your phone still in hand. It took you a moment to realize a solution. "Talents talents talents- oh," you take out your laptop and track the number. Fingers skim over every key as you get a ping on a location. A red dot turns up over a specific store which you hold dear... "Tom!" You rush down the stairs passing John on the way down.

"Hi, Y/n-" his eyes quirk and widen. His legs carry him to his flat to which Sherlock sat plucking at his violin. "Any known reason as to why Y/n is rushing as if someone was in danger?" Sherlock grabs his coat and rushes in the same manner as you. John shakes his head and catches up with the detective.

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Why didn't he just text her? no need to write a note! well, hatter is quite extra!

(don't read into why)

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