Moriarty The Patriot x Reader II

💟 |Sherlock Holmes| "... You're not (Name),"

A/N: If you know, you know.

Requested By: Ionlylivefor2dmen

Tag/s: Established Relationship

Guide:
(Y/N): Your First Name

2nd Person's POV

"Don't..." Sherlock grumbled as he held you tightly by the waist, pulling you back to bed.

"I need to go back home," you reminded him as you propped yourself up with your elbows, making him sigh.

"Stop whining," you chuckled as you flicked his forehead, "Besides, you have work today, remember?"

"Right..." he grumbled, slowly sitting up as you fixed your hair and clothes.

"I'll see you later," you gave him a quick peck and pulled away, but he grabbed your wrist and pulled you back to a hug.

You breathed out a smile as you hugged him back, surprised to see him so affectionate but not complaining.

"What's gotten into you?"

"Nothing," he muttered as he pulled away, still holding your hand.

"I'll walk you home,"

"(Y/N)!"

"I'm coming!" you hollered back to Sherlock downstairs, dusting your clothes.

You faced the mirror as you had a final look at your appearance, checking if everything was in place.

"Okay..." you smiled in satisfaction as you heard a soft thunk from the window.

You turned to the sound and saw nothing.

You furrowed your brows as you slowly walked up to it, not seeing a large rock coming straight at you.

Sherlock quickly turned his head upstairs, hearing glass shattering.

"(Y/N)?" he called out cautiously as he hurried upstairs.

"(Y/N), what hap-" he opened the door and saw a strange man and a sack in his room instead of you.

"...You're not (Y/N)," Sherlock muttered, getting ready to fight as the stranger put his hands up in the air.

"I-I'm not here to cause trouble!" he shouted, making Sherlock raise a brow.

"You broke into my house," he reminded, making the man gulp.

"Listen... I'm just doing a job," he explained, dropping his sack as you slipped out, unconscious with blood dripping out.

Sirens wailed throughout the streets as ambulances and police cars stopped by Baker Street.

"Ugh..." you groaned as you slowly opened your eyes, seeing the night sky and medics beside you.

"(Y/N)...!" you heard Sherlock call out as he rushed to your side, worry etched on his face.

"Sherl...?" you whispered, barely registering what was going on as you were pushed into the ambulance.

Sherlock bit his bottom lip as one of the medics walked up to him.

"How's (Y/N)?"

"They would need to stay in the hospital for a few days, but they will be okay," the medic reassured, making Sherlock sigh.

"Thank you..." he muttered, fidgeting with his skull ring as he watched them drive you to the hospital.

"Do you think the man's a part of those terrorizing you and (L/N)?"

"Possibly... I wouldn't put it past those people..." Sherlock frowned, remembering the creepy letters sent to you both for your relationship.

Luckily, you were out working when he came to visit and surprise you.

"Did you get any information out of him?" Sherlock turned to Lestrade, who raised a brow.

"A bit hard considering the man's unconscious from falling off four floors," he muttered, making Sherlock quietly smirk.

"That reminds me..." Lestrade muttered, pulling out his notepad to check his notes.

"The man fell out of the window... how many times?" Lestrade asked as the man who broke in was on the ground with medics surrounding him.

"Hm," Sherlock hummed innocently as they carefully put him into a medical bed.

"It's a bit of a blur, Inspector," Sherlock muttered, watching the whole scene unfold.

"I've lost count,"

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