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Jim - Sherlock part 1

"I could have him killed." Jim suggested. I shook my head.

"That really isn't necessary, Jim. What happened, it really isn't that big of a deal." I said. Okay, it was a big deal. I just wasn't a big fan of Jim trying to kill someone every single time they tried to harm me, or in this case, did harm me. I just didn't think it was really, necessary.

"Not a big deal? He hurt you. I'm sure he would have done a whole hell of a lot worse if," Jim said, suddenly going quiet. It was evident that he didn't go quiet because he was forgetting.

"If John hadn't been there to stop him? You aren't the only one that cares about me and protects me, Jim. I don't even understand how you do care about me. When we first met in that cafe in Dublin, I didn't really, pin you as the caring type. But, here we are. You really care about me, and you do whatever you can to protect me." I said.

"You're right, my dear. I'm usually not the caring type. You're an exception. I protect people, who I find valuable. People who are useful to me. If they aren't useful, I probably won't care to do anything." Jim said.

I tilted my head slightly, which was something I tended to do when I was confused, or intrigued. In this case, it was both. "You find me useful? How, how am I useful?" I asked.

"You are close to Sherlock. That makes you useful to me." Jim said.

"What if I wasn't? Hm? What if I wasn't close to Sherlock Holmes? What then? Would you get rid of me? Would I matter any less to you then than I do now? Is that the only reason that you even bother to keep me around?" I asked. I think it was rather evident to him that I was upset. Not just sad upset, but sort of angry as well. He isn't really all that good at reading emotions, at least as far as I can tell, but he tended to be able to read mine.

"Well, you are. We don't need to wonder about what if's." Jim said.

"Answer the bloody question, James." I said in a demanding tone.

"How many times have I asked you to not call me James? It's Jim." Jim said.

"You are James Moriarty. Consulting criminal, genius, psychopath. Jim Moriarty, fine. You prefer Jim. Okay, Jim. Answer the fucking question."  I said.

"You really think that you can demand me to do anything? You do know who you're talking to, don't you?" Jim said.

"Yes. I know damn well who I am talking to. Yes, I am still going to demand an answer. I deserve an answer. Just give me one." I said.

"I don't have to do anything you say." Jim said.

"For once, just listen to me. I just want an answer. I'm not asking you to kill someone." I said.

"That I am willing to do." Jim said. "Tell me, why is it that you want an answer so desperately?"

I went quiet. I didn't really want him to know the reason I wanted an answer. The reason why I need an answer.

"If you really want an answer, tell me the reason why you want it." Jim said.

I shook my head. "Just forget it. I have my answer. Your silence speaks volumes, darling. I know my connection the Sherlock is the only reason that you keep me around. I see now that, for some reason, that's why I'm around. I won't even pretend to understand, because I don't. Farewell, Moriarty." I said.

Two months later

Two months passed, and I hadn't said a word to Jim in the entirety of the time that had passed since I last saw him. I didn't block him, I didn't avoid our old spots. I just, ignored him. Maybe that was a cruel thing to do. All I knew, is that Sherlock and John were at some pool with him. I had no clue what he was doing, or planning. I just got a text, telling me where he was.

I had gotten out of the cab. I walked to the door, and opened it. I walked into the building. Sherlock, John, and Jim all stood inside. Sherlock, seemed irritated, which wasn't exactly a rare look for him. John had some sort of device strapped onto him, it took me a few seconds to realize it was a bomb. Jim, well, Jim was Jim. He had a calm demeanor to him. Sherlock had a gun  pointed at him, but he didn't even flinch.

"Ah, Y/n. You actually came. Didn't think you would." Jim said.

"I am not here for you, Jim. I know you have snipers around. Call them off. Let John and Sherlock go." I said.

"Why would I do that?" Jim asked.

I walked over to him. I grabbed onto his wrist. "Because, darling. You know what I am capable of. I could make your entire network crumble. Are these two really worth that?" I whispered.

Jim rolled his eyes. "Fine" He said. "Now let go of me before I have my snipers kill you."

"You wouldn't. You don't scare me." I said. I let go of his wrist.

Jim pulled out his phone. He sent out a message, calling off the snipers. "It's done." he said.

"Good. Sherlock, get that bloody thing off of John, then we will get out of here." I said.

Sherlock walked over to John and quickly took the bomb thing off of him.

"Actually, Y/n, you aren't going anywhere. We have unfinished buisness, my dear." Jim said.

"You actually know Moriarty?" Sherlock asked.

"Yes, I do. We have a bit of a past." I said.

"Something happen between you two?" John asked.

"That is for me to know." I said.

"Did it?" Sherlock asked.

"That is my buisness, not yours." I said.

"You know that I will just find out eventually, don't you?" Sherlock said.

"You certainly try to figure it out. But if I don't want someone to know something, they won't know it. Soo, of course, you can waste your time trying to figure out the past, that quite honestly, won't benefit you in any way, or, you can move the bloody hell on." I said.