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MycroftxMoriarty Sister!Reader: The Psychopath's Cell Part Two

A/N: I HATH RETURNED.

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Thanks again to Rain-Hides-My-Tears for requesting this. It's a fun idea to toy with and write about.

Anywhere, hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Mention of murder

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As Mycroft entered the cell, you were glued to your feet in fear. You knew what your brother was capable of doing. How much would he twist Mycroft's mind? The thought of it sickened you. You also knew that even though Mycroft was extremely clever and mentally strong, he faced no chance against the wickedness of Jim.

All you could do was watch through the one sided window. All you could do was hope that Jim didn't twist Mycroft like he had you. All you could do was wish that this day was over. All you could do was wait.

A bone-chillingly familiar voice broke your state of terror. "Ah. Hello, Mycroft. How's Sherlie?"

Mycroft's face was colder than you'd ever seen it before. "I'm not here to play games, Moriarty. I'm here to negotiate."

A chuckle came out of your brother after hearing that statement. "Always the same with you people. You all want the same thing." His soulless black eyes glimmered with madness.

"So far our methods haven't been...proficient enough to loosen your tongue," Mycroft's face was like cement. The only thing moving was his lips. "Perhaps we should try some other methods?"

Jim rolled his eyes. "What is this? The Princess Bride? Am I going to be stripped of my years of life?"

Some of the people around you dared to laugh. Your's and other people's glares shut them up very quickly.

"Why did you want to speak with me, Moriarty?" Mycroft cut to the chase, not even showing an ounce of amusement. Actually, he barely showed an ounce of anything at the moment. At this point, you could've mistaken him for a statue.

"You know," Your brother said with a smirk. "You know why I asked for you specifically. But before we talk about it...." He turned and looked through the glass as if he could see it. "Everyone leaves."

The room suddenly became very tense. Everyone looked at each other and murmured. You stared straight into those emotionless eyes and searched in vain for a hint of humanity. His eyes bore into your, as if he could see you specifically. It made your stomach churn and face go pale.

Mycroft turned towards the wall and nodded. Everyone saw the sign and left immediately. You stood, unable to move an inch.

No one noticed.

Or it they did, they thought you were crazy.

Apparently, the two men in the cell heard the door slam shut. Mycroft looked at Moriarty expectantly while the criminal continued to stare through the wall as if he could sense you were there. You were nauseous at the thought.

"What do you want, Moriarty?" Mycroft repeated his earlier question.

Your brother tore his eyes off the one-sided window to stare at the government worker. Despite the fact he was tied up in a chair and Mycroft towered over him, Jim still seemed in control of the room and conversation.