Mycroft ends up leaving not wanting to speak about his mistakes. I just lie down on my couch , thinking about Sherlock possibly dying.
Moriarity likes to give riddles about how he will kill us. The final problem... His voice whispers into my ear.
"The fall.." I mumble, taking apart his words.
The fall... the FALL!" I jump off my couch then run to my cellphone.
I quickly call Sherlock, where after 7 rings, john answers tiredly.
"Hello?"
"John! I need Sherlock NOW!" I hear heavy and quick footsteps.
"Hello?" Sherlock asks bored.
"Moriarity. The fall! I'm so stupid."
"I'm sorry?" Sherlock asks confused. He also sounds tired. Must've finally slept.
"Moriarity wants us to fall! Suicide maybe? I know it involves falling. The man is practically spoon feeding us hints." He sighs quietly
"Are you sure?"
"Sherlock, Moriarity and I think alike. Very alike. Good in some ways, bad in others." He mumbles nonsense before I hear him sip something.
Tea by the sound of the slurps.
"Speak to me when it is not 2 in the morning." He hangs up and I sigh.
"Stupid..." I mutter.
"Yes, it's very stupid that I had to wait soooo long for this." He answers. His voice velvet smooth. My breathe hitches, as I turn to look at him. Westwood blazer glistening in the light of London. I get up from my couch to look at him.
"You need a nickname... 'Fox?' 'Kitten?' Your choice." He whispers sexily, earning a giggle from me.
"How about... Mistress." He chuckles.
"Always trying to take advantage of me."
"Always winning too." I trail my fingers on his chest.
"Not always.." He acts calm, but I see the swirling of emotions. A concoction of crazy, horror and pain.
"What do you need James?" He looks at me with his eyebrow raised. He dusts his shoulder blade before looking at the floor.
"I don't believe you understand where we are standing." He tries, after minutes of thinking of what to say.
"Where we are standing? As in US? James.... Are you really that stupid?" He walks around me in a circle, like predators do to prey.
"I know you were using me, but WHY is the question?" He says with finality.
"Because it was fun just playing with you like a doll. I'm not stupid James. I don't fall in love on missions. This is a simple mission. I just want to be number one. Even if that involves playing with the heart of a man who is so cold that the deepest pit in the sea can't compare." He chuckles lightly.
"How poetic. Trying to take me down with words?" I scoff.
"I'm taking down your empire block by block." I breathe in his ear, walking next to him. He looks down at me, emotions swirling in his eyes again. They were a light chocolate brown. Love, hatred and pain were the main emotions.
"You know Jim... We can have playtime." I start unbuttoning his shirt as he closes his eyes, craning his neck side to side.
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Silence Will Fall (BBC Sherlock Fanfiction) ✔️
Fanfiction"What will you do? Burn me?" He asks chuckling. I grab his neck and put my lips near his ear. I exhale making him shiver. "I will hang you with your own intestines. Goodbye." I let go staring into those dark eyes, waiting to hear the door close. I t...
