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Just a Favour, for a Damsel [Sherlock X Reader] 41

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Published: Mar 6, 2015

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Chapter 41: For a Damsel

        Returning to Baker Street, Sherlock contacted Mycroft, telling him he had a plan. He just needed to know the details of Alexandre’s heist: times, dates, people... those sorts of things. Now that he had his partner in crime, his own plan was coming together nicely, “Tea?” he questioned the Consulting Criminal as they both made their way up the stairs towards the flat.

        The sound of a familiar voice caused a smile on your face as you opened the door, leaning against the door frame as he reached the top.

        Sherlock barely acknowledged you as he entered, Moriarty, on the other hand, smiled and admired his view as he passed by, willing to introduce himself “James Moriarty. Consulting Criminal”

      Now looking at them both, they looked very much alike, apart from the height issue “Oh, Consulting Criminal and Consulting Detective. Are you sure you’re supposed to be having tea together?” you questioned playfully.

        Moriarty chuckled as he wandered over to Sherlock’s armchair and sat down, getting comfy “Oh, you must be Mrs. LeMatteu. Tut tut, you’ve been naughty with Sherlock and now your husband wants you both dead” he teased.

        Tilting your head, there was a hint of madness in this man’s eyes; he certainly wouldn’t be one to mess with.

        Sherlock entered the kitchen, frowning as he saw bags from various well-known clothing and jewellery shops resting on the table, they certainly weren’t there when he left, “Where’s Billy?” he frowned.

        You wandered slowly into the kitchen behind him “Oh, him. He’s… tied up at the moment” you smirked, peeking into your shopping bags.

        The Detective blinked, letting that sink in before he approached his bedroom door.

        Upon opening it he looked straight down at the bed to see a struggling Billy, full dressed of course, cuffed to the bedposts and gagged with whatever was at hand.

        Sherlock sighed and picked up the keys from the side table and let the poor fellow free.

        “Sh- she tricked me!” he yelled, rubbing his wrists as he left the bedroom.

        Moriarty raised a brow, listening carefully to the conversation and accusations flying about.

        You continued to smirk, ignoring the conversation and admiring that lovely red dress you’d purchased earlier.

        Sherlock knew that it was dangerous for you to leave the flat alone, but you seemed all right and nothing had happened, luckily.

        Billy was still rather traumatized “Sh- she wanted to hit me and- and do things… she’s crazy, she’s a psychopath!” he cried, heading straight for the door and leaving.

        Moriarty smirked, perhaps you were more than met the eye.

        Sherlock shook his head and went to make the tea.

        Returning to the living- room, he placed the tray down on the side table and stirred his cup “Mycroft will provide us with the necessary information on where and when”

        The Consulting Criminal nodded, sipping his tea and crossing his legs, as did Sherlock.

        The similarities were too much, no wonder they were natural enemies.

        The sound of an angry man huffing and puffing sounded from the hallway, struggling through the door and ready to rant “You wouldn’t believe what happened in the shop!” he yelled, placing the bags down at looking over at the three of you staring back at him.

        Watson’s eyes went from one to the other, fixing themselves on Moriarty’s “What’s he doing here?!” he stressed.

        The Detective stood up as Jim raised his brows, trying to ignore him and sipping his tea, “Calm down, John” Sherlock spoke, placing down his own cup.

        “What?! He tried to kill me!” Watson defended.

        “Yes, yes, very good” The Detective ignored, picking up John’s laptop and handing it to him while tugging on your arm “Here, go show Lady Muraya what you’ve been blogging about her lately”

        A hint of interest sparked the smile on your lips, taking John’s laptop for him “Ooh. Now I’m intrigued” you grabbed John’s hand and pulled him out of the room, letting the Consulting pair discuss business.