You were walking around the men's clothing section trying to find a suitable set of pyjamas for Sherlock, your long term boyfriend not that anyone else could tell. As you lifted up a blue checked pair and stepped back you fell over a pair of feet and landed on the floor.
"Whoops!" A hand reached down and pulled you up. You found yourself face to face with a man who you recognised as Moriarty.
"Where's your boyfriend?" Another man spoke and you turned around, a small frown appeared on your face. He is probably Sebastian Moran, you thought to yourself, then you wondered how the hell this had happened. A simple shopping trip now had the potential to end in your kidnapping; you mentally berated yourself for not shopping online instead.
"Someone as pretty as you must have a boyfriend or a girlfriend or a lover." The man you assumed was Moran said.
You froze and looked at both men, what did they want with you?
“I stole the crown jewels sweetie.” With this Moriarty placed his arm around your shoulder and pulled you closer.
Your breath hitched as you wondered if the two men recognised you. However you quickly came to realise that they did not.
“What a lovely bracelet.”
“Smashing shoes darling. Can’t beat a good pair of shoes can you?”
Two sets of eyes roamed up and down your body, sending shivers down your spine – not the good kind of shivers either. Moriarty’s arm travelled down your body and came to a rest around your waist, for him to rub circles into your side. A small smile played on his lips whilst a frown marred Moran’s face; he was planning on taking you home tonight not letting his boss win.
“Now gentlemen,” you began in a firm tone whilst moving out of Moriarty’s embrace.
Across the shop floor you spotted a very familiar head of curly hair and black coat. You wondered why he was here. How on earth you were going to get out of here with him without anyone suspecting that something was wrong. Leaving the pyjamas where they were you turned and looked at the two men.
“It has been lovely to meet you but I must be leaving.”
“But we were having so much fun.” Moriarty whined, his facial features contorting and reminding you who you were dealing with.
At that moment a police team headed up by Lestrade appeared. Panic flashed across the faces of Moriarty and Moran whist you wondered what on earth was happening. The two blended into the background as a store worker was led out in handcuffs; clearly this was the latest case Sherlock had been working on, you remembered how distracted he had been the last couple of days. You left the store at the same time as Sherlock whilst John came round the corner slightly out of breath.
“Who were you talking to earlier?” you fell into step with Sherlock who immediately started questioning you.
“No one important.”
“It was Moriarty and his associate. Why would that not be important? We all know what he is capable of.”
“It was nothing Sherlock; I doubt they even knew that I’m dating you.” Sherlock glared at you when the word dating was said.
“You forgot the pyjamas.”
Really Sherlock? Moriarty' flirting with me and you want your pajamas?!
*facepalms and sighs*
*facepalms and sighs*
*whispers to person next to me, which is currently, my little sister* awkward.
dude seriously? you're worried about sleeping attire whilst Moriarty biggest enemy (apart from mycroft apparently) was ooggling the goods! ..then shove them in his arms storm out.. lol good job
Jim-jams (P.Js) are very important!
"You forgot the pyjamas." *glare*
"DID YOU NOT PAY ATTENTION JIM BLOODY MORIARTY JUST FLIRTED WITH ME AND YOU'RE WORRIED ABOUT YOUR PYJAMAS"
Hahaha this is what I would've said ^^
Which sherlock is this?
This is lovely ^_^
Really Sherlock? REALLY? Anyways, loved it! Would love to read one where Moriarty realizes the narrator is dating Sherlock and decides to pay a visit!
Seriously Sherlock?! I was almost kidnapped and all you care about is pyjamas. Anyways great job!
I love this