Sherlock Imagines

I Need You (Part 1)-Sherlock

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PinnochioBoy

"Evening." 

The voice he heard made goosebumps appear on his arms. The one voice he didn't want to hear. He slowly turned his head to look at the source of the voice, as if he was making sure he wasn't going crazy. But he wasn't.

"This is a turn up. Isn't it Sherlock?"  You asked.

His eyes were wide and he looked as if he was trying to figure out if you were Moriarty or not. It was a possibility but you answered the question he never even asked.

"What, would you like me, to make her say, next?"  You asked, pulling the coat sides apart revealing what was underneath.

Sherlock's face became evidently pale as he saw the bomb. A sniper pointer floated around your chest threatening to fire and blow you and everyone else there up.  You were fighting hard to keep back your tears. You were frightened. You knew there was a possibility that you could die and that was what scared you the most. The words that Moriarty was saying to you through the earpiece weren't any words that you would say normally.

"Gottle o' gear.  Gottle o' gear. Gottle o' gear."  You repeated.

"Stop it."  Sherlock hissed through his teeth as he scanned the area for Moriarty.

"Nice touch this.  The pool. Where little Carl died.  I stopped him.  I could stop y/n y/l/n too. Stop her heart."  You said, your voice cracking slightly as you choked back your tears.

"Who are you?"  Sherlock demanded.

Another door opened and a new voice was heard that made you shiver in fear.

"I gave you my number. Thought you might call."  Moriarty said from across the pool. "Is that a British Army Browning L9A1 in your pocket?  Or are you just pleased to see me?"  He asked.

Sherlock pulled the exact gun that Moriarty had said out of his pocket. "Both."  Sherlock stated.

He tried to keep his focus on the criminal but his eyes kept flickering over to you. You had noticed it but thought he was just worried about the bomb going off. Moriarty stopped and looked at Sherlock.

"Jim Moriarty.  Hi!"  He said in a sing-song voice. "Jim?  Jim from the hospital?"  He mocked what Sherlock was most likely thinking. "Did I really make such a fleeting impression?  But then, I suppose, that was rarer the point."  He said putting emphasis on the 't.' 

Sherlock looked to you as the sniper's laser flickered over your upper chest. He then seemed confused and Moriarty knew why.

"Don't be silly. Someone else is holding the rifle. I don't like getting my hands dirty."  Jim explained.

He stopped at the end of the pool and looked at Sherlock.

"I've given you a glimpse Sherlock.  Just a teensy glimpse of what I've got going on out there in the big bad world.  I'm a specialist, you see...like you."  He said making a surprised face.

Sherlock then realized what he meant. "'Dear Jim. Please will you fix it for me, to get rid of my lover's nasty sister?'"  He said.