Sherlock Imagines

Paparazzi [Part II]

Okay, I wanted to try something different, so there is a lot of MorMor in here, with a little fluffy ending at the end. And, can I just say, GO READER! (This was also hella long about 1.7 K... geez Issa...)

Last time on Paparazzi...
I'm going to have so much fun with you, pet." He whispered heavily into your ear while the other jabbed you in the neck. The last thing you could remember was everything turning black, and a lunatic giggling jumbled up with the words, "So... much... fun."

The drugs wore off rather slowly, creating fog in your vision until it cleared enough for you to see the dull, throbbing grey of the room. There was movement in the dark, just enough to alert you that you weren't alone.
"Well, would you look who decided to join us? You're little fan!" A voice sang- the same voice that had taunted you earlier, belonging to an utter lunatic. Your breath caught slightly when you heard a deep chuckle. His buddy was there, and he had to be just as insane, if not more, to do what he did to those women. You knew that... you just hoped you weren't the next victim.
"Well, well, well. The little reporter who managed to do what Scotland Yard couldn't- I'm honored!" The tall blonde chimed sarcastically, messing with a gun on a smooth silvery table. Moriarty's fingers drummed along your jaw, but you refused to react. You had to do everything Sherlock told you: stay calm, and find a way out. Among other things, but who could remember those?
"It wasn't difficult, you practically left a trail." You remarked blandly. As his blue eyes fell to navy, you wished you had the skill of just biting your tongue.
"What did you say?" Moriarty seemed rather intrigued by your sass, but continued to to type away at his phone, leaning haphazardly on a metal table. The other- Sebastian -just seemed pissed.
"Maybe you should try hunting in different districts next time. Why do you think I started walking that way?" It wasn't a lie, the path was about three or four blocks out of your way, but that's where all the victims had been found. On that very road. The giant of a man's fist clenched, and you had no time to prepare yourself as it collided with your cheek. That's what Sherlock's third piece of advice had been! Don't anger them. Sure, that seemed obvious now. His hands immediately came to your throat, and just when you'd come to terms with your death, Moriarty butted in.
"I know you don't like little y/n, Basher, but we do need them to lure in Sherlock." His tone was light, almost uncaring. His accent swaying through his words eerily, like a lantern swinging through fog. It sent a shudder down your back, a knot pulling to your stomach, threatening to make you sick.
"Why the hell do we even have to do this? Sherlock this- Sherlock that!" Sebastian shot back, sounding a lot like your best friend to almost every one of her exes. Moriarty rolled his eyes, the answer clearly being something obvious- to him, at least.
"Because, Sherlock's in my way, and I need him out of my way." He spoke simply, and the logic was pretty sound, but "Basher" didn't seem to want any of it.
"And this has nothing to do with your little obsession with the man?" Accusation overtook the question, him sounding like a very jealous lover. And that's when it finally clicked. You felt stupid for not seeing it before, but hey- you'd been coming out of a drug-induced haze. A plan (a very bad one, mind you) began to form in your head. You just needed Moriarty to piss off his boyfriend even more...
"If you would like me to go so you two can have your little domestic-" What gave you the courage to have that kind of sass was yet to be determined, but Moriarty seemed amused by it.
"Now, now, Shutterbug, be nice. Tiger just doesn't enjoy sharing." He defended teasingly, almost like he was making a joke about it. Like you'd hoped he would.
A growl erupted from the man's throat, "For Christ's sake, Jim!" He glared at the shorter Irishman, who began to redirect his attention on Sebastian.
"See, she's clever," His finger pointed at you, and he made a quick side note, eyes flicking to you, "I can see why Sherlock likes you, very clever, Darling, very, very clever." Your brow furrowed slightly, wondering what he was talking about.
"Turn us against one another- right? And Sebby just had to give you the perfect in." He grimaced, amusement still held in his eyes. Sebastian looked ready to knock the man's lights out- and you couldn't blame him.
"I gave her the perfect in?! If you weren't such a pompous arse, maybe I wouldn't get so pissed at you all the time!" Sebastian seethed, seeming done with this whole endeavour. Moriarty's eyes practically rolled out of his head.
"Will you shut up? Who cares? Dear Sherly will come to save his little pet, and then we can go home." He peered down at his nails through his lashes, but his words did nothing to calm down his partner- actually, it seemed to make it worse. Well, if you were going to die, anyway...
"You almost sound jealous." His brow arched up, eyes flicking to you in a swift motion while Sebastian tensed. The blonde began to nod, really throwing Moriarty off.
"Yeah- Camera's right..." Despite a soft tone, you could hear the fury behind his words. Shuffling throughout him like dancers, spinning through his veins.
"You sound jealous- of Sherlock's PET!" Had you been a little more proud, or a little less scared, you would've told him off. Being Sherlock's friend didn't make you his pet.
Moriarty sighed, rolling his eyes, "Moran, will you quit! I'm not-" His thought was cut short by the aggravating sound of "Stayin Alive" blaring through his phone. Giddily, he answered it in one smooth motion.
"Hello~, Sherlock!" He sang into the phone, eyes filled with a certain childlike excitement. Again, this seemed to really piss "Moran" off.
"You mean your little stalker friend?" He looked down at his nails, smirking dangerously, "She sorta stole my thunder, so I had to take her out of the field." He flirted, a sickening tone causing a bubbling feeling in your stomach at his words. Suddenly his demeanor changed, and he seemed almost disappointed...
"Oh, 'don't you dare touch her' this, and 'I will find you' that. You wouldn't happen to be in love~, Sherly- would you?" He teased, a sinister grin stretching across his face, "Oh... you DO, don't you!?" His eyes were wild with excitement. Clearly, this man was certifiable... which made your situation all the more dire.
"Geez, for a taken man, he sure likes to flirt." You spat, hoping to tick off his "Tiger" while he was still on the phone. The muscles in his jaw clenched, tighter than a springlock. His eyes read murder, and so did his mind. Hopefully, he wouldn't take out his anger on you. The moment Moriarty hung up the phone, Sebastian pounced, going off on a VERY confused and startled Irishman. Quickly, you managed to undo the binding of your dominant hand, then the other. When Sebastian's back was turned, you ran, hand reaching out and grabbing his handgun- just in case.
"MORAN! SHE'S GETTING AWAY!" It was almost instant, but you just kept running. You heard two pairs of footsteps follow you, but you didn't dare to look back.

Sherlock was in a frenzied panic, trying desperately to find you. He needed to find you- especially since Moriarty had taken you. To him, there wasn't a chance in the world that you could escape on your own. So, he studied the clues he had, glad they were quite simple. Mainly because he couldn't think straight. Soon, he was heading to an abandoned building in the heart of London, no matter the transportation, not quick enough for his liking. Finally, he reached the building entrance in time to hear the sound of a gunshot ring out, and Moriarty call his sniper's name.
"Y/n!" He screamed, not caring what danger he was putting himself in as he sprinted inside without a second thought. It didn't take him long to find you, but he was shocked when you weren't the one with a bleeding hole torn into your flesh. On the ground, a man two meters tall, with blonde whisps of hair. He looked to you holding the gun steady, trained on him.
"Yes, Sherlock?" You couldn't even feel your pulse anymore, it was going so fast. You could only hear it's unsteady drumming in your ears. You'd wounded the Goliath in his right shoulder, and could hear the sound of expensive leather shoes sprinting towards you.
"MORAN!" Moriarty's eyes were panicked for a split moment before becoming angry, "NO! NO, NO, NO!" A stupid ordinary woman like you couldn't have beaten him. Couldn't have shot his lover, and had a gun still trained on the man. The sirens outside was a great relief on both you and Sherlock, even more glad when you heard Lestrade speak up from behind you.
"James Moriarty, Sebastian Moran, you're both under arrest for kidnapping..." He continued the spiel, other officers pulling both men's arms behind their backs- not exactly being gentle with the larger's injured shoulder as a hiss escaped his mouth. Sherlock immediately turned to you, taking your face in his hands before crashing his lips to yours.
"You're alright..." He sighed in relief at his revelation, words crushed between both of your lips.
"I'm alright." You confirmed as he pulled away, clearly flustered at his own actions. He hadn't meant to be so outwardly bold about it, but he had been waiting to do that for at least a month now...
"And I wouldn't mind if you did that again?" You tried weakly, surprised to met with his warm lips against yours, once again.