*Sherlock's P.O.V.*

I really want to laugh at my sister, laugh at what she is saying, but I hate the fact that I can see that she's telling the truth right now. I can see it in her eyes, these are those rare moments where she lets me in those eyes of her...meaning she's telling something true.

"How can you be sure? Maybe he's just using you?" John was the one who broke the silence inside the flat. Even Mycroft is shocked and silent, he doesn't really know about this too, Y/N's skill really did come in handy on this one.

"If you're expecting me to explain this, I can't. I know you know John, it's an unexplainable thing. I have no idea why or how it happened. It just did and I felt it," She reasoned and John stared at her in shock while Mycroft and I shared looks. "It wasn't normal 'love', but it wasn't a sadistic and masochist kind of love either. ITs...actually it's not even 'love', I feel weird calling it that, but I think it was the nearest thing that could be considered as 'love' for Moriarty. I...can't, I just don't know how to even explain it.

Silence was all over the room and no one dared to break it for some moments. All these information are just shocking and we believe it, it's her, she's our sister and again, this are the rare moments that she lets us see the whole thing through her expressions.

"Sherlock, Mycroft, you know me. I can tell if someone is faking or lying so easily, and he - Moriarty...he's not. I was always experimenting with him, his raw emotions are true. Yes, it's twisted, it's something not anyone can understand, but it's authentic, it's the truth," Y/N explained further and now I couldn't help myself but to roll my eyes at her. I'm sure she saw me because she's now glaring at me.

"Sister, I know you and I believe in your skills, but I think you're thinking with your feelings which is, again I'm telling you, that will bring you nowhere." Mycroft explained and for the first time in a long time I agreed with him.

Y/N just stared at us, already giving up with explaining everything. I took a deep breath, putting my hands in a praying position and putting it under my chin.

"And again, you're looking at my feelings as my weakness," Y/N whispered and I know she somehow agreed on that too. "I know somehow it is, but sometimes it helps, look now, now we know he COULD somehow feel too. Sherlock, you...You just kept on denying it too, but you feel it. Just connote it as what you feel for John, a partner that you don't want to lose and you Mycroft, think of it as your feelings towards Sherlock and me. You care, you just try to deny it." She said in a straight manner that made me and my brother look at her, taken back. "I know what you're trying to say, it's a point of weakness, but you can't deny you don't feel it. We're all humans here, whether you are a sociopath or a psychopath. It just boils down to your control to hide and deny it." she continued.

"Okay, enough." Mycroft said, clearing his throat. Looks like Y/N have hit a nerve. "Fine let's say there's something between you before, but that would just make him like to get you and control you more. You did a lot for that sick criminal, he'll obviously want you back. And IF he really sees you as something more, he'll do everything to get you back," Mycroft explained.

"Mycroft, that was almost 2 years ago. He found out who I am now, he is more menacing now, surely he already changed. What I knew before is not relevant now, the only thing we have now is his urge to get me and kill me and that's what we are going to use to lure him," Y/N said and I nodded.

"Next time we saw him, kill him if you have the chance," I stated and Mycroft looked at me. "What? Do you want to contain him or something, expecting him to STAY there? He couldn't even stay DEAD. Might as well burn him once he died just to make sure he won't come back for sure," I told him with sarcasm. I had enough with his games, I am not risking any more lives. I'm sure he's going to get everyone around us. "You can kill him, right Y/N?" I turn my attention towards my sister.

"Doubting me again?" 

"No, I'm just trying to see if you're still with us." I told her and I saw her clench her jaw. "You know this is WHAT we don't want to happen. Mycroft and I know you're intelligent too, Y/N...but we know you have a tendency to be like...him. Mycroft already told me the things you've done while under that mission...--

"I might be like him in some way, but I have morals, Sherlock, it may not be normal but I still have it...not like him," she cut me off, I know I was hitting a nerve again, but this time she handles it well.

"Stop glaring at me, Sherlock, I already know that this is all my fault. I shouldn't have, but maybe this is meant to happen, maybe this is really the only way for us to get to that criminal." Mycroft stated. "Y/N, we believe in you, we really do, but try to understand us too. We don't want to lose you," he cotinued and Y/N nodded at us.

"I'm tired, I'm skipping dinner. I just want to rest now, " Y/N said while standing up and already walking towards the door. "Thank you for trying to show you really care, I appreciate it Sherlock and Mycroft. I won't fail you...I hope,"  She said before completely going out of my flat.

Silence emerged after she left. Only I, Mycroft and John are in there, thinking deeply. He really is back and not only meaning to bring terror to England, but more particularly bring terror to me and my sister...I guess even hell cannot contain the monstrosity that Moriarty has inside me...but as Y/N said, there's a part of Moriarty that could feel, and I swear I would believe that hell can freeze over more than what she said.

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*Y/N's P.O.V.*

I was just laying in my bed for hours now, I just disclosed to my brothers that I somehow fell in love with their nemesis, go figure. I myself are contemplating that thought again, how the fuck did I end up feeling like that again? It almost felt like I was hypnotized or something, or is it really because he made me feel like myself again. He did really see right through me somehow...that was me before, before I learned from Sherlock and Mycroft that I shouldn't be like that...that I needed to be normal.

"You just let him inside your head, stop it, Y/N," I whispered to myself and I turned to my side and let myself drift to sleep.

*Two weeks later*

After that tiring day, all I did was condition myself with these kinds of situations again. My arms are fully healed and I'm trying my best to get back into physical fighting again. Mycroft and Sherlock could handle things with their minds, but for me? I also require this physical strength and this is actually what I do even when I'm with Moriarty before. It was always field day for me, but I had no problem with it, it's what excites me anyways.

Fortunately, I could still do the things that I was doing before  and I was back on track in no time. I've also helped Sherlock and Scotland Yard with some other cases as Moriarty decided to stay quiet again. I actually hate it when he's like this, he could be planning the end of this whole damn world right now.

These kinds of thoughs bothers me so much at this kind of hour...midnight. It was quiet inside my flat, but my thoughts are screaming. I'm aactually becoming more paranoid nowadays, but I have a legitimate reason for being like that. I actually prefer if Moriarty would just tell us what he's planning to do than leave us guessing all over the place.

I pushed myself to keep these thoughts away and get some sleep, but before I could even lay down on my bed, my phone suddenly vibrated. I reached for it and my heart skipped a beat when I saw the name of the sender of the email I just received - J. M.

noticing that my phone light up that same moment. I grabbed it and my heart skipped a beat when I saw an email.

'Come play with me, love. Just go outside. Just the two of us. -J. M.' I read and I immediately got stood up. He was provoking me, he really knows I hate feeling like this, but I can't let this opportunity pass. 

I grabbed my coat and my gun. I silently got out of my apartment, trying not to get the attention of my brother next door. I was thankful it's around 2 AM now, he's probably asleep or in his mind palace. I walked out of Baker Street as silent as I can until I am in the streets. I calmly walk towards where Moriarty told me to go, yes, I know...stupid, but I just want to let him know that I'm not scared of him.

I finally arrived in this dark alleyway, the atmosphere adds up to the excitement. This is a perfect place to meet a psychopath.

"I'm here now, come out so we can play, Jim," I bravely said, acting bored.

"Fancy meeting you here, love." He said and I can't believe I couldn't point out where he is. It's a closed and dark alley, his deep voice was just echoing all over the place.

"James," I said his name and I hate that my blood somehow excitedly react when I say his name.   "Where are you, why don't you show yourself?" I asked, summoning all my courage. I needed to hear his voice again so I can follow it.

"I always like your courage. So much alike to your brother's." He said and I just kept walking towards a dark corner where I can hear his voice and I was beginning to have difficulties in seeing things.

"You are really still obsessed with my brother until now, huh?" I asked calmly.  I always knew how Jim obsessed about my brother, but really, it's in a wrong...very wrong, twisted and disturbing way of obsessing.

"Well, it's not only him now...you're catching up too, Y/N." he answered and then I froze because I am suddenly feeling the cold end of the gun being pointed behind my head. He was behind me, lost me though using his voice. I slowly put my hands up. "He only ALMOST got to me, compared to you that completely got to me. No one comes close to what you did to me, that's why I'm erasing your existence so there would be no one else that will do that to me again." he kept on speaking as I continued to feel the gun. I smirked, still acting calmly in there.

"Seriously, Jim. After all we've been through? We're not even officially through yet. You never did say goodbye to me," I said replied in a flirty way. Then suddenly, I felt his warm breath on the back of my neck which made me shiver, he was leaning closer to me.

"Maybe the reason behind that is I don't want it to end, Y/N." He whispered and that's when I had the chance to face him.

There he was, calmly standing silently in front of me. He had put his gun down, but still holding it and his other hand was in his pocket. He smiled fiendishly at me, the kind I always think is charming.

Okay, I need to stop this right now.

"Why don't you just shoot me and get this over with?" I asked.

"That would be a waste of bullet, dear. I want to have more fun, just like we did last few days," He said, suddenly walking towards me closer and closer. I began to back away too, but unfortunately, there's this wall behind me now. "I want to break you, every inch of you and that skill you have." He said and his psychopath side is already showing. He's so angry, but at the same time amazed.

Jim leaned closer and closer to me until we're skin to skin. He suddenly cupped my cheeks with his ice-cold hand.

"You can't. I won't break, Jim...not because of you. You've seen me do it before and  could do it all over again and I swear I still won't break," I bravely told him and I just saw a glimpse of that evil smirk of him before I felt it against my lips.

It's just like before. We kissed in there like there's no problem between us and it's frustrating. This is what he's going to do to me.

Our kiss went on and after a while, I felt a cold metal going under my shirt -- the gun. He brushed it against my skin like it was not even a dangerous thing. I shivered at the coldness of the metal and then I suddenly felt that he pointed it at my side hardly.

"You still taste sweet as ever, love. But this time it was more exciting, it's like a bitter-sweet taste," He finally broke the kiss and said that under his breath.

"Now, who's missing who?" I said bravely to him with a smirk, I was falling into this character again when I was with him, I need to stop this!

"You're already breaking, love. And we're only starting...let's just see how strong you really are." he challenged me and I chuckled at him.

"You already know me a lot, dear. And you know that I will get to  you once more and you just have to deal with it."  I taunted him and he laughed, I knew he always likes it when I challenge him. He finally backed away, pulling the gun away too.

"I'll keep you alive for a little longer, Y/N. You and Sherlock share the same personality, oh this will be REALLY FUN! To see you both break at the same time...I'll make sure to break and burn you both at the same timeee," He said so eagerly and all of a sudden he grabbed my neck and pushed me against the wall.

I acted to be out of breath already while simply getting my gun from my waist and immediately shooting Moriarty at point blank. I shot him just near his heart and I was again attempting to shot him before he can do anything more.

I heard him groaned in pain and satisfaction. He really is a psychopath. He didn't back away, he even leaned closer and tighten the grip on my neck. I figured that he might be wearing a bullet-proof vest, but still the bullet might have gone through him.

"I always feel the pain, Y/N. I'm just not paying attention to it!" he said with a shrill voice and a spine-chilling expression. "But thank you for reminding me that I'm still not numb!" He whispered in my ear as I feel his breath against it and I shivered. "But now, it's time for you to sleep." He said and I felt him sticking a syringe in my arms, feeling the liquid going to my system almost immediately.

I kicked him away and looked at the syringe which was still on my arm and pulled it...Morphine. A lot of Morphine that can kill me that instance. He has injected me with every drop of it from this syringe.

"You fucker!" I said, already getting dizzy and my eyes getting blurry. It was a strong dosage and I was already swaying in there, sliding against the wall and falling to the ground. I wasn't using drugs or anything and the sudden dosage is messing my system fast. I can already feel my heart palpitating and my body shaking.

I can see Jim walking towards me, smiling even when he's bleeding out because of the bullet wound.

"The fun is just about to begin, Y/N...Look forward to it, don't die just yet," he said and that was the last things I heard him say.

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