Jim Moriarty, the world's consult criminal, actually has two siblings, Jake and Joan Moriarty. After the death of their beloved brother, Jake bears hatred to the world's consult detective, Sherlock Holmes, and becomes the next one to seat on his br...
So, this is what really happened. After 1 month of waiting (I think it's like 1 and a half) here's the update.
Honey, you should have seen Benedict engaged!
I know that this is not new to every cumberbabes and sherlockians. And it looks like I'm late in knowing it but I didn't...I just joined it with the happy returns of my chapter.
Anyway, happy for the couple!
(Still Joan's POV)
I did not answer. I don't know what to say to Mycroft, Sherlock's old brother. His cold eyes peirces back through me, like it would dig a hole in it. Both of his brother gives unfriendly, terrifying, deep throating stares.
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I took a deep breath as I remembered what happened on that night.
As I looked at Sherlock for the last time, I dropped the knife and cried silently, trembling in fear as I landed myself on the floor. Guilt shook my conscience and I kicked the knife and it slid under my bed. It was a miracle that Sherlock did not wake when the knife fell from my hands as its metal blade hit the floor. I curled myself at the wall, banging my back slowly. Sigh, I'm not like my brother.
Silently crying, I shut my eyes hard to prevent myself crying for more. Joan, you certainly know what's the right and better way than this. I leaned my head against the wall and a sigh escaped through my lips. Tears fell once more and I've tasted it as it reaches in my mouth. The taste of guilt.
I wiped it with my shirt and decided to sleep beside the snoring Sherlock. It's my bed after all. And I'm tired.
My position was the opposite of his, semi-curl which our back hits together. I moved a little farther and shortly I slept as I closed my eyes.
That's what really happened in that night and I don't know where's Sherlock. I honestly don't know where.
"I..." almost choked as I feel my emotions rising, "I don't know where he is. You saw the video, I just slept beside him. Please, I did nothing."
He did not reply, still giving me a face with an emotionless mask. I begged and plead. I could even bow on my knees if I have to.
Mycroft closed the file and sighed, "Fine, I won't ask further more." He wiped his forehead and handed me another folder by slightly throwing it on my front. My heart skipped a beat. I picked it from the table and scanned. "If your business with my brother is really just being his neighbor in Baker street and nothing else," He stared at me, "Then here's a job you've been trying to employ for almost a month. I asked the school to receive you tomorrow."
I looked at disbelief, happy and surprise at the same time. Wait a minute, what just happened? First it was all scary and threatening then suddenly out of the blue he gave me a job?!
