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WARNINGS: This is a Sherlock book so obviously mentions of drug use
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A simple tune is all it takes. A flood of memories returning to haunt- to plague every thought with regret and/or longing.
For you, a violin composition...
"So, not an office anymore?" Irene glances at the warehouse, stepping back slightly when she sees you. "Y/n?"
"I'm glad you kept your promise," approaching her, she seems to calm a little. "I'm also slightly offended you think I won't kill you like you thought James would," there was the fright. "I'm joking," you say with a light laugh, looking down.
"You never talked to Moriarty?"
"No," you admit. "I want to help you as much as I want to get rid of you,"
"You're jealous?" She shouldn't be so amused as she expresses to be.
"I don't understand what you got from kissing me,"
She notices you avoiding the question. "I wanted to know if you still like Sherlock, and you avoiding the question speaks perfectly,"
Again, you ignore it. "I can get you a new identity to get out the country and then to Italy, there you can find a small home in Turin, I have everything you need waiting outside with the person who took you here,"
"Sebastian Moran,"
"Seb owes me one... I'd rather not have Jimmy know I took one too many things from him," you shrug, walking forward and giving a passport. "Lila Verose, you grew up in Milan, Italy and stayed in London for a long Holiday, you're moving back into your parent's old house in Turin. Vieanna and Lucas Verose died in a fire years ago, you hardly remember because you were in such a state of shock,"
"And how did you come up with this?"
"Two hours last night and a quick scan of whatever Anna is reading currently on Wattpad," you mutter with a slight shiver.
"So you want to get rid of me so you can get back with Sherlock?" She tilts her hand as you laugh a little louder. "You still love him,"
"Maybe," you admit with a smug shrug. "But I don't care enough to continue to,"
"Yes you do-"
"No, I don't. Whatever love we had was fake, and this love now is nothing but pure lust," you hiss out making her chuckle. "What's so funny?"
"You're in denial,"
"You're delusional, Irene, just like him, just like everyone else!" Both hands were flung in the air. "I don't care about him, never have- well, not after he said he never did love me,"
"He does, still,"
"Mhm... I'll keep in mind that the word of a dominatrix is more accurate than my own heart," you click your fingers at her. "I don't care about Sherlock Holmes, and I never will,"
Her lips part, words about to leave but there was a slamming of a door from the floor above, your eyes darting to peer past the banister. She looks to you, both of you understanding what- or who that could be.
"Go after him," she says in a slightly urging tone.
"If I cared, I would," placing your headphones on, you walk right out the fire exit. "Again, Sebastian will take you back... enjoy Italy,"
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"N/n,"
"Jesus tap dancing Christ!" Grabbing the gun from your waistband and raising it, Jim hardly flinches; neither from your scream or weapon drawn. "What are you doing here??"
"Sitting and having tea," he gestures to your couch and in-use teapot. "What are you doing using my assets?"
"I just needed to help Irene out,"
"Because you felt bad or because you were jealous?" His hands reach for the phone on the arm rest. "20,000 quid, fake passport, new identity and a flight plus home in Italy," when he stands, you feel yourself cower slightly, waiting for the scolding. "Oh, N/n, I'm so proud!" he hugs you tight making you tense up.
"Uh... what?"
"Proud! Look at you doing all this work in less than 24 hours!" His voice heightens. "Your parents should be absolutely appalled that they ever thought that you weren't such an amazing daughter!"
Finally hugging back, you felt small streams of tears. "Thanks, Jimmy,"
"How about a good murder to celebrate?"
"Okay, this is why we're cousins and not brother and sister," you nudge his side once pulled away. "I didn't get the psycho gene,"
"This is why you were never fun when we were children,"
"You wanted to make bombs in the shed,"
"And you wanted to play dress up," he sighs at the memory.
"At least one of us got to do what we wanted," you laugh breathless making him huff. "Thank you, really," scowling at the ruffle of your hair, Jim decides to put an arm over your shoulder.
"Now, let's talk about why you did it,"
"Fuck off," dodging his attempt to hold you back, you dash right to your room and shut it in his face.
"I mean, I understand! I killed an entire gang for Sebastian because the leader was being too touchy with him!~"
"You're a psycho! And who am I jealous over?"
"Sherly and Miss Adler's past! Admit it!"
"Over my cold dead corpse!"
"You'll never get it," Sebastian walks down the hall, having just entered the flat after dropping Irene off. "Leave her alone," he says with hints of amusement.
"Thanks, Sebby!" You yell behind the door, opening it after hearing nothing but silence and slight shuffling. "Ew! Gross! Get a room," both hands fly to your face to shield your eyes from the sight of Jim and Moran against the wall... and let's leave it at that.
"Could we-"
"Not in my flat!" You yell, Jim grinning up at Sebastian and letting go of the sniper's collar.
"There goes our fun," Sebastian teases.
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