The Game (Moriarty x Reader)

Chapter 4

Once you've made it home you realize that Philip's car is gone. Lucky guy must have a date. Ugh, I want free food, too. 

You approach your door and find it to be unlocked, "Curiouser and curiouser"  You whisper as you silently move your hand to the small firearm tucked in your pants. Once you push the door open you hear a voice. It should be familiar; Deep, Irish, just a tad sarcastic. You sigh and ease your hand away, this guy is really pissing you off.

"Hello, kitten, did you miss me?" Your eye twitches, "Remember that talk we had two months ago? The one where you didn't get a say in anything? Well I'm here to get your opinion on some things." You stay by the door as Moriarty walks into the light of the streetlamps outdoors. Handsome as ever you might say, but not right in front of him; That would be irrational of you.

"Well I-I didn't really have any thoughts on it, I don't think. But, are you, I mean are you seriously here for just a talk?" You try hiding the aggression in your voice by covering it up with a forced quaver.

"No reason to be scared or ashamed, Y/n, that is your name right? Y/n, I figured that we could have a talk by ourselves. I don't have any men, or any weapons on me, just my looks." He smiles as you step into the house and shut the door.

"So how exactly is this gonna go? Like an interrogation? Like 21 questions? Like never have I ever?"

"Oh, no this is just going to go like a normal talk, between old friends. Although, we may get a little more..." He steps closer and looks you up and down, "intimate..." at this distance you can smell the mint on his breath.

"I don't necessarily enjoy relationships with consulting criminals, or consulting detectives for that matter but, if we must talk, then we talk. Although I don't fancy getting my brains splattered on my wall for saying the wrong thing."

"Oh, I wouldn't ruin your beautiful face for all the money in the world!"

"That's because you already have all the money in the world remember? The key to everything is in your mind." You imagine rolling your eyes as you lead him on.

"Oh, you don't believe that a few lines of computer code could actually bring the world down around my feet? No, all I needed were a few people willing to take a bribe to turn blind eyes to my actions, and lucky you, I'm suddenly the king of doors."

Stepping even closer, he's just an inch away as he places his hand on your face and tilts your chin towards him. Forcing you to give him all of your attention.

"You know, you could be my partner. Just imagine, standing by my side, playing the game as an equal, even getting a fair share of the reputation..." He leans down and whispers in your ear, "You wouldn't have to listen to anybody but me..."

You look away as he smiles again and saunters out the door. What an arrogant little jerk. 

The door slams behind you and you let out a frustrated grunt. "I can't wait to arrest that fucker." You breath out while making your way to the kitchen. "Ice cream it is."

Stress. Everyone's got it. You just like to deal with it super unprofessionally by stuffing your face with ice cream and falling asleep to rain noises.