All the members of the jury looked terrified that day, all of them, except you. Moriarty watched you walk in, and sit down, taking in your every move. Sherlock watched you, ready for anything you could throw at him. He got some information from Mycroft, and was pleased with his information. You used to work for Mycroft, but got bored, and have just been bounding around. You were good at pretty much anything. You had majors in sociology, criminology, mathematics, law, pyrotechnics, astronomy, philosophy (which he found shocking) and a linguistics. Those weren't including your associates, or bachelors. You were truly impressive. Mycroft certainly thought so. Moriarty already knew you were impressive, he didn't even care about all those degrees. You intrigued him. You waited for the defense to start making their case. They went through a long list of prior offenses, that he had only been accused of. He was smirking, and trying to focus on his 'lawyer', but his eyes kept drifting to you, staring bored down at your phone, or a book. You wore a PATD tee, with an old Oxford sweater on over it, and a pair of black slacks. Your h/l h/l hair was thrown into a loose ponytail, and the (hair type, ex. soft curly, wavy, straight, etc.) locks laid perfectly. Your makeup was light, except for a deep red lipstick. The sun from the window on the opposite side of the room gave you a heavenly glow. The judge called recess. The jury was in there for only ten minutes, and you stood to give the verdict.
"We the jury have all agreed on a verdict. It would've only took three minutes, but I disagreed. I eventually got bored and gave in though. Before I read the verdict, may I borrow Mr. Moriarty's phone?" Everyone looked around confused, and you groaned, getting bored. You hoped over the jury bar, and walked up to Moriarty. You stared him down as you pulled the phone out of his pocket, and he found it quite seductive.
"Speak." You ordered. He cocked an eyebrow at you. You rolled your eyes and punched him, hard.
"Ow! Bloody hell, what was that for?" You smirked, and looked down at the phone. You tapped a few buttons.
"Oh, the verdict was innocent, btw." You hit talk, and lowered your voice a bit, perfectly faking an Irish accent.
"Moran. 781496673-" he realized what you were doing.
"He'll recognize that it's not my voice!" Moriarty defended. You covered the receiver.
"Cons of having a phone from before 2013, Mr. Moriarty, is that as long as the accent and pitch is right, no one can tell." You stated matter-of-factly, and he knew you were right. You lifted the phone again.
"803576." You said it painfully slow, and he found it quite sexy, despite it ruining his entire plan. You ended the call, the guard reluctantly undid Moriarty's cuffs, and you tossed him his phone. You walked confidently towards the door, but he grabbed your arm, stopping you in your tracks.
"This isn't the last you'll be seeing if me, my dear." He said low enough that no one would hear him, and the smirk was evident in his voice. You smirked in return.
"Call me first, and maybe I'll make tea." She responded in the same low voice. A guard pulled you from his grasp, and Sherlock watched the exchange. He walked up to Moriarty, and glared at him. You continued to leave the room. Moriarty just watched as you left, a confident smirk on his face.
"What was that, Moriarty? What are you planning?" He spat. Moriarty turned to Sherlock and thought about it. He laughed, and turned back around. He walked out of the court house and onto the street, he looked around. He spotted you at the corner, listening to music. He moved to the corner, and followed a few steps behind you, as you crossed the street. You turned left, he turned left. He continued to follow, only few steps behind you. You turned into an abandoned alleyway, and turned out of sight of any one else. He followed, looking over his shoulder to make sure no one could see. He followed you into a shadowy area, and he accidentally knocked over an empty can, which set off a loud CLANG. He mentally cursed himself as you spin around, he grabbed your elbow, and he clapped a hand over your mouth, and you looked at him unamused. You shook his hand from your mouth.
"Your hands are bloody cold!" You shivered from his touch, but missed it the moment he dropped his hand.
"Sorry, Darling." He muttered in a flirtatious tone. In one, smooth motion, he had you pinned to a wall, hands on either side of your head. You blinked in disbelief. He tilted his head, moving it side to side, slowly. His eyes were flicking to your and your lips.
"My, my, my, my dear, you seem to be in quite the predicament." He sang, wistfully. You couldn't help thinking how hot that was. You swallowed hard. He wanted to intimidate you originally, but now he wanted to kiss you. You stared at each other.
"What're you trying to do, intimidate me?" She accused, and he smirked.
"I'm debating what I'm going to do. Part of me says to kill you for trying to be better than me. Th other part of me wants to do this..." His voice was low and seductive.
"Do what?" You immediately snapped. He sniggered a bit, before leaning his lips to hover yours.
"This." His lips brushed your lips as he spoke, and he pressed his lips to yours. Your heart was racing, and so was his. He moved his lips, and you moved in time. He wrapped a hand on the back of your head, and the other around your waist. He stood up, pulling you with him, and your hands fell onto his chest. His lips moved hungrily on yours, and you followed along, letting him lead and control. Neither of you heard the sound of Sherlock's shoes clicking in the alleyway, and John's following swiftly behind him. Moriarty had all the control, and in this position, it was clearly evident that he kissed you, but it was also evident that you were kissing back. He slipped his tongue into your mouth, slipping it over yours, and grazing the sides of your mouth. Sherlock cleared his throat, he didn't know who Moriarty was kissing, but he definitely didn't expect it to be you. Moriarty didn't stop, and his firm grasp on the back of your head made it impossible for you to pull back.
"Moriarty?" John said in disbelief. Moriarty smirked as he pulled slowly out of the kiss, letting his hands fall from you. You immediately backed up to the wall, shock filling you. You were panting, and he was breathing quite heavily as well, but it was less evident. Sherlock stared at you in disbelief.
"How'd you end up here?" His shorter partner asked. You scoured your head for an acceptable answer. Saying that you knew he was following you, would sound like you wanted this to happen.
"I live on the next block. There's a bar on the street, no one comes back here except to smoke, so I took the short cut." Sherlock nodded, your answer made sense, and the roads and businesses seemed to line up. He turned to Moriarty, who had a confident smirk on his face.
"And you?" Sherlock accused.
"Isn't it obvious? I followed her." He sang, his Irish accent making it all the better.
"Why?" John asked, confused, but Sherlock already knew why.
"He's in love with her." Sherlock explained, tone not changing. John's head snapped from the beautiful woman next to him, to the consulting criminal who had your red lipstick unevenly spread over his own lips, and slightly off of them.
"Infatuated." He corrected the tall detective.
"You can't get her out of your head, can you?" Sherlock still said it accusingly, but he said it like you weren't even there.
"Can you?" Moriarty's smirk grew. When Sherlock had to look away from Moriarty's accusing stare, and swallowed hard, John snapped his head to his friend. Sherlock had researched her all night. His head was clouded with thoughts of you.
"Of course I can." He lied through his teeth, and glanced at John, who looked absolutely astounded. Did Sherlock like you? Sherlock seemed angrier, now that Moriarty had kissed you. John connected the dots, and came to the conclusion that the two, who had previously fought over who was smarter, were now fighting over you, who was smarter than both of them, possibly combined. John had to try something. He pulled a gun out, and aimed it at you, who knew what he was doing. Both men's heads snapped to the spectacle. They both stole glances to you, before looking back at John. Moriarty appeared to be fighting with himself, and Sherlock's eyes were pleading with John to drop it. Moriarty stopped the internal battle, cocking and aiming a gun at John.
"Bloody hell. He isn't kidding." John uncocked the gun, and dropped it.
"Can I go? I have stuff to do, and this is kind of boring." They all stared at you in disbelief. Moriarty smirked. He motioned for you to come closer. You groaned, but moved forward all the same. He smirked as you stepped slightly to the side, but in front of him.
"Turn to them, darling." You rolled your eyes, and turned to face Sherlock and John. He put an arm around your waist. You turned your head in shock at him, and he took this time to crash his lips to yours, pulling you closer with one arm, leaving Sherlock and John defenseless against it by aiming the gun at them. He pulled away slightly, and put his forehead to yours, and looked you in the eye.
"Maybe I should come with." He kissed you again, and you definitely wanted to say yes, but they would follow you. Mycroft probably had eyes following your every move already. He pulled away, again.
"I promise they won't follow." He whispered, reading your mind. Could you say yes? Could you say no?
"Do I really have a choice?" You commented blandly, cocking an eyebrow, unamused. He shrugged and did the ':/' face (see picture at start of chapter) A black limo backed into the alleyway, right next to Moriarty. He swung the door open.
"Not really." He sang, pulling you in as he sat down. Snipers locked on John and Sherlock. He reached to close the door.
"Oh, and Sherlock?" Sherlock hummed blandly in reply.
"This has been all well and good, but Daddy doesn't share." He closed the door with a loud thud. He had leaned over you to close it, and still was. Eventually he sat up. The driver asked where to, and you smirked.
"Around the corner. There's a building, that's where her flat is." He told his driver and you rolled your eyes.
"Actually, 581N North Cumberland Street." You retorted. Moriarty cocked a brow at you, wondering why you lied.
"Then why were you in the alleyway?" He hated being wrong, but you were far from where you lived.
"I wasn't going to show you where I lived, I'm not an idiot." His eyes widened, realizing you knew he was there from the start.
"Actually, just take us to my place!" He called to the driver, he pulled your chin to face him, "You led me to that alleyway. You already knew I was following you." His sing-song, smirky voice was incredibly attractive, not to mention intimidating.
"Of course I did." You said in a rather bored tone. Moriarty smirked, leaning in some.
"You wanted that- this- to happen?" Your face was red as his words brushed against your lips once more. You wanted to resist, but you also wanted him to kiss you again. The last one had sent both chills and heat waves through you. You wanted to know what you were feeling. He pushed his lips to yours, gently this time, and you closed your eyes, the foreign feeling sweeping over you. You moved in synch with him, matching his every move. His hands swept over your body. When he pulled away, he was visibly out of breath, as well as you.
"Oh, kitten, you're blushing." At first he was very wistful, but his voice lowered with every word, getting sexier and sexier. An evil smirk tugged at his lips. He had you, right where he wanted you. You were just glad this wasn't boring, actually, it was quite entertaining. You still had the chance to escape, but not for long. You were in check, one wrong move, and he'd have you.