Nicotine (Moriarty x Reader x Sherlock)

III

~Johns POV~

This is crazy, Jim has y/n and Sherlock is actually scared. What has gotten into him, I know for a fact that he wasn't this scared when Jim had me. What is going on with him? "What could Jim want to with them anyways?" "Oh I don't know, John, maybe kill them, or even worse, convince them to work with him?!" "There's no way! One, he doesn't like getting his hands dirty, and I doubt he'd kill them just to screw with us. Two, How do you CONVINCE someone into a job like that, there is no way any of his "minions" wanted that job in the first place?!" "Oh really John? I didn't realize that people are forced into working for him! Now stop stating the obvious and help me with this case instead of worrying about y/n right now. Jim isn't going to hurt them yet, we have time, plus these people are in trouble because of Moriarty as well." "Fine, Sherlock. But if they get hurt it's your fault." "Oi! Not helping! Lets go deal with the case." 

~your POV~

He seems nice. I have no clue how it's even possible for him to cause so much damage to the world. He seems sweet, yes he's quite secretive and mysterious but he seems like he cares about certain people. From the way he talks about him, it feels like he has an interest in Sherlock, but there's no way a guy like him would have the time for a relationship. Also probably not the best idea for someone like Jim to be with someone like Sherlock. As he shows me around this place more and more I can't help but become more and more  interested.  Its been a nice long day by now, I don't know exactly what time it is though. "I think it's about time I get you home, y/n." "Oh, yea I guess that might be a good idea we've been out for a while." 

As we get in the car again I get another text, this time from John. "Sherlock is worried about you, what are you doing with Jim?" "How did you know?" " just tell me."  "Well he picked me up, we drove to a big glass building, we walked around and talked for a bit, he's pretty sweet for a criminal king, not even that scary." "Oh once you get to know some of the things he does, he'll seem much more threatening." "Whatever, he's bringing me back now, I'm absolutely fine." 
~5 minutes later~
I text John again because I noticed something weird. "Hold on..." "What?" "You said Sherlock was worried about me? He doesn't seem like the type to worry about people unless its you."  "Oh yea no, I have no clue why he's freaking out either, because you're right, the only time he was even close to this frantic was when Jim had me. But even then he was calm enough to think before doing." "Weird, well I'll be back soon but don't tell him." "Why not?" "Just don't okay?" "Fine."  
~Another 5 minutes cause I'm lazy~
"Well we're back, guess I should go now, this was nice, I liked it." "I had fun as well." "You really aren't as scary as I  thought a king of crime would be. I guess you can't judge by what you don't know." "Would you rather me have all my employees point guns at your head? I can do that." "Well that would certainly be interesting but I'm not done with life just yet." "Well then, I think Sherlock would like to know you haven't died yet." We wave goodbye as I walk in the building and he drives away. Immediately the sound of Sherlock playing his violin floods my ears I thought it would be fast paced but its actually sweet and soft. I walk up the stairs as quietly as I can and text John to let him know I'm back. As quiet as possible I slip up to the flat and in the door, somehow Sherlock doesn't notice, I sneak up behind him, wrap my arms around his stomach and hug him tight. "I'm alive and unhurt Sherlock, you can calm down now." I whisper. He puts the violin down, I get scared for a second because I don't know how he would react, he pulls me into his arms and I can feel him become less tense. "Why were you so worried about me? Even if he tried to convince me to work for him, I wouldn't do that to you." He doesn't respond but I can tell he's relieved. I look up at him and he has  a slight smile on his face. 

~Sherlocks POV~

I don't even know what to say or do, I've never felt this relieved  to see someone. I knew that Jim wouldn't hurt y/n this time but it still worried me. Honestly I feel like getting Mycroft to come lecture me about not caring but right now I like this. I feel like nothing else is going on it's very calming. "Thank you." I say. Staying here forever seems like the best idea, but eventually they're going to get tired of standing. "Do you want to go sit down?" I ask, still trying to be calm and gentle. "Sure." So we walk over to the couch and sit down, I wrap my arm around them and pull them close. They end up laying on my chest and falling asleep, exactly the same as the night before. I fell asleep soon after.