Nemesis

Chapter 3

Recap

"Forgive me.." Jim whispered and pulled a gun from his coat pocket, pointing it at his heart and pulling the trigger. Sherlock's eyes widened and he caught Jim's limp body before it hit the ground. Sherlock immediately pulled out his phone and called for an ambulance.

Moriarty could hear the panicked mumbling coming from Sherlock, but his vision was so blurry he couldn't see anything. He couldn't move his arms or legs and he wanted to speak to tell Sherlock he was sorry but his lips wouldn't form the words. The last thing he heard was the sound of sirens in the distance.

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Sherlock

It had been almost two hours since they took Jim in for surgery. Sherlock wasn't sure why he felt so worried, but he didn't care at this point. He wanted to see Jim, he needed to see him. To know he would be okay.

Sherlock eventually sat down in a chair in the waiting room and drifted into a light sleep. He awoke some time later to a nurse standing in front of him. "Sir, are you Sherlock Holmes?" She asked in a soft voice.

"Yes, why? Is Jim awake??" Sherlock sat up, suddenly wide awake.

The nurse nodded to him. "He would like to see you, if you want you can go in now." Enough had been said for Sherlock, he stood and practically ran to Jim. He wasn't even sure why he wanted to see him so badly, he was... Well he was worried to say the least.

Sherlock entered the room finding Jim Moriarty lying in bed bandages covering his chest. Jim was awake but he looked as though he would pass out at any second.

"Oh hello Mr. Holmes" he sang in his irish accent, "Fancy meeting you here." Of course he would still act this way, it's not like he tried to committee suicide or anything, Sherlock thought to himself.

"Jim." Was all he responded with.

"That's it? Jim." He mimicked Sherlock's deep voice. "No love for me?"

"Well actually that's what I wanted to talk about. About love..." Sherlock hesitated, silently questioning if he should continue. Jim only cocked an eyebrow and nodded a bit. "Well, you see after that day that you kissed me, I-i haven't had a clear head. I kept having different dreams of us. So I got to thinking, which im sure you know I do a lot of...anyways, I think I liked it. You kissing me i mean."

"Well I knew that." He stated simply. "It was really rather obvious." Jim chuckled and sherlock became confused.

"What do you mean it was obvious?" Sherlock felt anger starting to bubble down inside him.

"Well when we kissed, you didn't pull away right away, you hesitated. You liked it but you didn't want to admit it." Jim tried to shift his position in the bed but he groaned in pain and stayed where he was. "You...you were terrified when i shot myself." Jim stated in a confident tone.

Sherlock fell silent and sat by the criminal. "Why did you shoot yourself?"

"To get a reaction." He closed his eyes and leaned back into the bed.

"That's it? To get a bloody reaction out of me?! You are sick, Jim Moriarty. Your sick." Sherlock's anger escaped him. What kind of person would do something like that? To think, I thought we could make something work out.

"You're thinking aloud again Sherl." Jim whispered and gently grasped the detectives large hand. "Give it more thought. Text me some time." Jim looked over at his brilliant blue eyes, making Sherlock blush lightly.

"We'll see." Was all he said, before the silence fell between the two.

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Moriarty

The day Jim was let out he got his phone and scrolled through the contacts until he found the one he wanted. Sherly :)

Im not hospitalized anymore, come play with me. -JM

What makes you think I want to do that? -SH

Well you replied fairly quickly, and you still like me..? -JM

I'm bored, and we can't like each other. -SH

Why not :( -JM

You are a consulting criminal, and I am a consulting detective. We wouldn't have a working relationship. And besides liking people is human error. I don't need that. -SH

Fine. It won't be a date then. Just come to the pub and drink with me. -JM

It's almost nine at night..-SH

What's your point? Are you coming or not?-JM

(Delayed) Be there in five minutes. -SH

Jim smiled to himself and walked to the pub. Maybe Sherlock didn't want to date him now, but he would come around eventually.

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Jim smirked as the tall curly haired man he was beginning to fall for sat down next to him at the bar. At first neither of them said anything, but after a drink or two Sherlock Holmes started to warm up.

"Why killing people?" He asked and looked at Jim.

"Why solving crimes?" He responded.

"Well...it's fun." Sherlock took another sip of his drink.

"So is killing people." Jim earned himself a frown from that comment.

"I don't think that would be very fun." Sherlock mumbled and finished off his second drink. "This is boring why are we here?"

"Well where would you rather be?" Jim asked with a smirk dancing on his lips.

"I don't know? Let's go to your house and drink. Then we won't have to deal with so many people." Sherlock stood up and paid for their drinks. Jim just followed the detective out the door, then got a cab to bring them to his house.

Sherlock practically stumbled up the stairs to his flat. Jim told him to sit on the couch while he got out the drinks. He brought sherlock a glass of his favorite drink straight from Ireland. Sherlock took one sip and started coughing.

"What is this?! It's bloody strong!" He took another sip and frowned.

"Just what Irish people drink. We like our alcohol strong I guess." Jim chuckled and downed his.

Drink after drink Sherlock became more talkative and moved inch by inch closer to Jim until he was practically sitting on his lap.

"You know...you look," Sherlock paused and leaned on Jim. "You look good in Westwood." He laughed.

"You think?" He smiled. "Look at you the great Sherlock Holmes flirting with a criminal."

Sherlock only shrugged and kissed Jim sloppily, pulling himself closer until he was straddled on the criminal's lap. The kissing became more passionate as both men's lips melted into each other's. Jim couldn't help but think about how perfectly their lips fit together. "Where is your bed?" Sherlock interrupted the kissing by asking in his deep sexy raspy voice, that drove Jim crazy.

"Follow me." He grabbed Sherlock's hand and lead him into the bedroom.

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