(Fluff) Jail bird: Moriarty

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Making your usual rounds around the prison you tapped your baton on the maximum security doors.

"Lights out," you repeatedly say with each prisoner. Eventually you reach the last and most secure cell. Jim Moriartys cell. The Napoleon of crime as they called him. Unlocking the door you walk through and down a hall into a glass chamber. "Lights out, Moriarty,"

"Already?" You give a nod as he sighs and places away his notebook. "Days seem to fly by,"

"That they do," you see him place his things in the slot for you to take so he wouldn't use while everyone slept... just a precaution...

"You were always the nicest here, Miss L/n,"

"And I've told you to call me Y/n, Moriarty," he grins and steps forward.

"And I've told you to call me Jim, yet you don't," he retorts making you roll your eyes.

"Would you rather me call you prisoner 73?" He scoffs and shakes his head.

"God no,"

"Exactly," looking at the clock outside the cell you sigh. "As much as I enjoy our talks, it's lights out, goodnight, Moriarty,"

"Goodnight, Miss L/n," rolling your eyes with a soft smile, you leave the cell.

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Security breach! I repeat! This is no drill!

Dashing down the hall you grab your gun from your holster. Other guards were already at the scene, containing escaping prisoners. Yells and ruckus ensued in the prison halls, knowing who did this you run to Moriartys cell. As large prisoners fought similar prison guards in gear, Moriarty strolled down the halls happily, watching- no, he was admiring the chaos...

"Jim!" You point the gun at him as he grins.

"Y/n, my darling, glad you could join," as you were on the bottom level you followed as he continued down the hall.

"Get back in your cell," he chuckles and walks down the stairs.

"No, I don't think so," you narrow your eyes as he approaches you.

"Stay back," he rolls his eyes and continues. Eventually you were face to face, arms length away, your gun against his chest. "I'm warning you, Moriarty,"

"Oh and to think we were finally on first name basis!" You kept your guard up as he leans forward.

"Get back in your cell," you growl.

"Or what?"

"I'll shoot," he lets out a laugh. "I will,"

"No, you won't, I know you," he places a hand under your chin which you quickly catch. "You think I'm going to hurt you, my darling?"

"You easily could-"

"But I won't, I wouldn't dare," he says softly, but loud enough to hear over everything else. "You know that,"

"No I don't, you're unpredictable,"

"That I am, but I'm also a man of my word,"

"Don't worry, I won't hurt you," you quirk a brow as you cautiously unlock the cuffs. "I promise,"

"Good to know, prisoner 73," he chuckles and shakes his head.

"Call me Jim,"

"Moriarty is the best you're getting," you hand him a notebook which he had somehow gotten the prison to allow. "But if we're going by names, call me L/n,"

"What's your first name?" You smile and close the cell door.

"You'll have to find out yourself, Mr Moriarty,"

"Just Moriarty, my dear!" He calls after you.

You look up into his eyes. They were calm and... welcoming? Promising? You lower the gun and your hand.

"Come with me,"

"W-what?" Confuses at the sudden question he smiles.

"Come with me, escape this- this madness," he gestures to the fights and scummy interior of the prison. "You'll have a job in my network, you're overly skilled and smarter than you like to lead on," he lifts your chin.

"I- I cant-"

"You can," you tighten your lips as you contemplate the offer. "You'll get a paycheck every month and a room in my mansion,"

"Not a place of my own?"

"I couldn't possibly let my most skilled asset to live on her own, Sebastian does the same," you narrow your eyes.

"Fine... but I can't make it seem I came willingly,"

"Smart girl... play along," suddenly Moriarty grabbed the gun and cuffed you with the ones attached to your belt. Your eyes widen as you played along, trying to get out his grip. With the gun now pointed to your head he leads you out the prison as you hold back a smile.

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This one shot has been on my mind for a long while??? I love it sm-

- Anna ❤️

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