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Jamie might be a genius criminal mastermind,an expert painter, a marksman, not to mention expert deductionist , or arguably her best skill as an investor getting an average of 33% returns every year. However, when you have never really loved anyone it’s jarring, even with sherlock, it was just intellectual intrigue, but joan was something different, Jamie couldn’t tell, what it was she was feeling, it wasn’t quite obsession, nor intrigue, it was something different, something she has never felt before.
Jamie had swirled a few ideas in her head, killing her. Did Jamie seriously flinch at the mere thought of Joan being hurt? She had to figure this out, it was killing her.
Joan was walking home from hanging out with a couple of her friends at a coffee shop, and felt off, she was an accomplished detective after all, she didn’t know why exactly, but she decided better to be safe then sorry and walk past the brownstone and head to the gym, three blocks down. She pulled out her phone, and texted Sherlock to wait to go a different way and see if he could find anyone watching her. He knew by now that Joan tended to be more right than wrong, and it’s not like they were busy right now anyway.
Joan entered the building changing her clothes, while Jamie climbed the fire escape for a surrounding building.
Sherlock noticed Jamie, but texted Joan first.
Joan told Sherlock to make a distraction, and she would confront Jamie, after all it was her Jamie was watching, not Sherlock and if she wanted either of them dead, she would’ve done something about it by now, something about it by now.
It didn’t take long for Sherlock to find the right person to bump into another person starting a fight and drawing a crowd.
A few minutes later.
“You should probably leave, the police are going to be here soon”
Jamie turned around, and acted like she wasn’t surprised, and Joan was standing, 10 feet away with her baton out.
“Why would I want to do that when the person I came to see is right here”, Jamie stood up, banishing a baton of her own, and circling Joan.
“Why did you…I don’t call, text…oh wait you’re psychopath”
“You would’ve called the cops, and I needed more time”
“More time for what Moriarty?’
“I have a name”
“No, You have an allies"
“Words hurt, Joan”
“If you have a heart, they do, also since when I’m Joan and not Watson”
“What does your name matter”
“The names we call people indicate our relationship with them, Sherlock calls me Watson, because he respects me.”
“Are you just stalling so the cops can get here?”
“Your the one who said you wanted more time”
Joan came at Jamie, and Jamie blocked, then counter, never attacking just deflecting til they worked backwards to an edge, Joan was getting desperate, and pushed a little too hard, and almost went over the edge until Jamie grabbed her collar wanking her back onto the roof, before jumping off herself catching herself on the fire escape, before hopping off and catching herself on the next fire escape, and over and over again til, she was on the ground and gone. Joan had leaned over the edge to watch her,Joan didn’t even bother trying to go after her, she would’ve been long gone by the time Joan got down.
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“I don’t know this was different, she just wanted to spend time with me”
“She is a, nay the Psychopath Watson"
“Yeah, I don’t know, she didn’t try to hurt me she hardly defended herself, she let me hit her a few times”
“Or perhaps your baton skills were better than even you thought.”
“I don’t like this”
“Will one thing is for certain she wouldn’t stop until she wants…be careful watson”
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As Watson was heading to take a shower she checked her phone and saw a text.
“You prefer If I texted.”
“What is your endgame”
“Come outside and I’ll tell you
Don’t tell sherlock
I’ll know”
“How do I know this isn’t a trap”
“If I wanted you dead, I would’ve let you fall off that building or knocked you out and took you with me”
“Give me a minute”
Joan grabbed a couple of things that might be important, and left. When she walked you off the brownstone a limo was wanting for her, she opened the door and stepped in, then It started driving. Jamie was sitting on the other side of the limo with a glass of champagne in her hand.
“Do you want a glass”
“Sorry, I make a habit of not drinking with killers”
“I contract killing, Someone else would take the job if I didn’t”
“What about your men who held your daughter, or the man who tried to kill sherlock”
“....Like you wouldn’t do the same thing in my place”
“Did you bring me here to argue the ethics of murder”
“No…there is something about you, I don’t understand”
“Yeah, I know I’m the only other person who can surprise you”
“No, it's not that, it’s not what I feel for Sherlock, this is unique, It whirls my heart, makes me want to faint, I don-”
Jamie was cut off by obscene laughter, as Joan understands.
“What”
Joan manages to hold in her tears of joy, and compose herself enough, to walk across the limo, lean over Jamie, “you’re in love with me”
“What no-”
“Yes, that feeling you just described is love, you saved me out of love, you don’t love sherlock but you do love me”
“No, I don’t, get away from me”
“Make me”
Jamie crossed her arms, while Joan decided what to do…for now she could engage in Jamie fantasies, She had no idea what she would do in the morning. Joan didn’t normally make directions like this but, fuck it.
Joan saddled Jamie, just sitting there for a second to prove her point that Jamie wasn’t going to do anything, before grabbing her head and pulling Jamie in her kiss, it was really nice.
“Now, what were you saying”
Jamie could hardly think, the arousal making her lightheaded, and desperate, “again”
“What do you say when you want something”, Joan wanted to see just how far she could push Jamie, Just how much she would resist.
“Please”, Well none yet.
Joan kissed her again and again, pulling back and making Jamie chase her before pushing her into the padding, again, and again.
Joan started to feel up Jamie,”Didn’t think you would like girls, watson”
“I didn’t think you could like anyone Moriarty”
“Could you not, can me that”
Joan pulled back for a sec, “Did i Hurt the great Jamie Moriarty’s feelings”
“No” Jamie was lying ridiculously bad, honestly Joan thought that she was just saying it without saying it.
Joan leaned into Jamie’s ear, and lowered her voice just a little into a growl, “I’m sorry, Jamie”
That made her light up and turn to kiss Joan, which she embraced.
Joan went back to rubbing under Jamie’s shirt, before slipping a hand into her pants, and starting to rub on her panties.
And Joan slipped out and pulled off.
“Why”
“Tell your driver to take you home. If you want me, I want to see where you are living.”
Jamie grabbed a remote and pressed a button.
“Take my home”
The driver acknowledged Jamie’s order.
Joan slid off of Jamie and slid Jamie onto her. And wrapped her hands around Jamie.