Nicotine (Moriarty x Reader x Sherlock)

XI

It's been a few days since I last saw y/n, I know I'm driving Sherlock crazy but really? I mean they text me which is nice so at least I haven't lost them completely but Sherlock is really concerned about them. It's not like I'm going to manipulate them, no, for some reason I care too much. Is it because they're like Sherlock? Can't be, I don't care about Sherlock. Is it just the fact that they aren't afraid of me? But why would that make me care?  I hate not knowing the answer I finally understand how Sherlock feels when something isn't rational I hate this feeling. Why, why am I so interested in them? What have they done? It's literally been two weeks and I feel like I have to see them and make sure that damn Sherlock hasn't taken them from me completely. This is a battle where its possible for me to lose to him, I don't like that, I don't like losing being a possibility, especially to Sherlock.  I want to text them but they didn't answer my last one.  Suddenly I have an idea, a way to make sure that Sherlock doesn't win, well, that was until I realized that if they were set on him and the plan worked they'd hate me forever. I couldn't do that to them, and the damage it would do to me? Well, losing my favorite toy and them would make me go back to playing with normal people, that would be boring. I keep thinking about my idea, I try to figure out a way to make it work, somehow, someway, I'll be able to win this. Surely this will work out, I'll have them in the end I swear I will, I'm not going to let him win, he wont beat me, it's going to work. Why am I thinking like this, if I actually cared I'd let them go live, they can go do what they want, It's their life. Woah, woah hold on, when did I become this person who cares? When did I let them take over my life? I want to just be able to make a plan to mess with Sherlock without thinking about them. Maybe that's it, leave them out of the plan completely, pretend they aren't there, let Sherlock do whatever he wants with them.  They are just another person, I have my men kill people all the time, just.. another.. person. Get them out of your head James, push away any emotions, they never cleaned up the blood, they never saw you at that coffee shop, they never came and looked around your building with curiosity, nothing, never, they just happened to exist, and now they are in Sherlocks bubble. Let them go, let them go, let them go, let them go. Get up, work on some plan, do something, mess with Sherlock, go shoot some guns, eat, sleep, something. Just forget about them.

~2 hours later~

I'm shooting guns at a target  and having a great time figuring out how to screw with Sherlock next, my phone is across the room so I won't know if I get any texts. Sure they might be important but if they were too important for me to ignore Seb would come get me. This feels good, I know I don't like getting my hands dirty but this? This is amazing. I miss this feeling, not having a care in the world and just destroying things is such a great way to get shit off my mind. After all the ammo runs out I put all the guns back  and tell one of my employees to clean up, and I decide to go for a drive. A certain feeling of freedom comes with driving around.

~Another 2 hours later cause I'm lazy~ 

Driving around with music blasting, I get a random notification on my phone. I decide to ignore it like all the other ones, what could I possibly be missing. Heading back, I'm still blasting music when a song comes on, one that I haven't heard in forever. It's Wanted man by Royal deluxe, as it starts playing all the words start coming back, I used to listen to it like an anthem, I guess it does kind of suit me. 

(GO LISTEN TO THE SONG AT THE TOP IF YOU WANT TO HEAR IT I'M TOO LAZY TO TYPE IT OUT) 

God I forgot about that song, used to be my favorite thing ever. Yet the thing is it also made me think of y/n, but this time in a good way? Like I was confident and talking to them, not too bad of a thought. A few more songs pop up that I know on the way back so I sing along to those. When I finally get back I head inside and check my phone finally. I have multiple texts but the one from Sherlock sticks out, so I check that first. Every word I read makes me want to punch a wall more than the last. Goddamnit, why today, why did I decide to ignore my texts today? 

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