Dark Secrets (Sherlock x Reader)

Jim Moriarty

Your footsteps echoed around the room as you entered the pool. The strong scent of chlorine made your head ache, but you wouldn't let it throw you off. You stayed focussed.

All lights were on inside, but the pool seemed deserted.

You stayed as quiet as you could, hoping to catch a sound that would tell you that you weren't alone in there.

You doubted Moriarty would show up. Your invite came out of the blue. It wasn't planned by him and so far, he had been the one in control. Now you had taken charge of your situation and you weren't sure how he'd respond to it.

You slowly walked around the pool, staring at the reflection of the lights in the water when you heard a door slam shut. You froze in place.

''Nice touch this, the pool where little Carl died,'' a voice rang. The strong Irish accent bounced off the walls.

You looked around the room, holding up your gun. You recognised the voice, but just couldn't quite place it. ''Where are you? Show yourself.''

A man dressed in an expensive suit and his hair gelled back strolled along the pool, not once breaking eye contact with you. ''Jim Moriarty, hi!''

You stared at him, your mouth slightly open.

''Jim? Jim from the hospital?'' he said, his face contorting in a surprised expression. Oh. Did I really make such a fleeting impression? But then, I suppose, that was rather the point.''

You looked down at your chest, seeing red dots dance around. ''Too afraid to face me alone?'' you taunted.

He scoffed. ''I don't like getting my hands dirty.''

''I'm glad you got my message. I didn't think you'd show up.''

''I was rather pleasantly surprised. I didn't know you were such a bad girl! Going behind daddy's back. He'll be so worried when he comes home.''

''Leave Sherlock out of this.''

''Oh,'' he sang, ''getting defensive, are we? I'm disappointed. I thought you'd be better than that... more like me.''

''I'm not like you. I don't kill people for fun. Do you know how many people died because of you?!''

''That's what people DO!''

''You don't get to decide when they do! You killed my father, then you came after me and Sherlock. I want to know why!''

He chuckled. ''I was hoping you'd figure it out on your own. I see you've disappointed me again. I thought you'd remember me. I remembered you. In fact, you never left my mind once. You fascinated me, (Y/N). Ever since I first saw you, I knew you were different. You were smart.''

''On the phone, you said you killed Carl Powers for me. That means you knew me when I was eight. How? I don't remember you.''

He tutted, shaking his head. ''We went to school together, (Y/N). You were a grade above me. I followed you wherever you went, you were my idol.''

''Am I supposed to be flattered?''

He smirked. ''Yes.''

''Well, I'm not. You killed my father. Why did you do it?''

''So full of questions! My, my, (Y/N), can't figure it out on your own? Does little (Y/N) need her boyfriend to help her? Has sentiment made her stupid?''

''Fine. So we went to school together before I moved to Scotland. Yet, the documents in my father's desk proved you were in contact with him all these years. You followed me everywhere, didn't you?''