The Queen of Crime

Collab with drayizzle

Yo yo yo
What up homies
It's your two favorite authors
(italics is drayizzle)
(Bold is myfirstnameisagent)
So we decided to collab, which will either be reeeeaaallly good or really bad.
Hopefully really good.
Hope you enjoy this, after so long it's finally happened.
We know you've waited your whole lives for this
After an hour of talking and staying up past midnight (well for me)
(9 for me)
We have created this masterpiece. Without further to do (that's how you say it I think)
Here we are

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You carefully placed the gun, looking through the scope. You knew this was probably the easiest kill you would ever make, for you knew it had to point back to you. Your finger carefully placed on the trigger, you finally allowed yourself to pull as your target stepped into the right place. A smirk tugged at your lips as you watched the scene unfold.

***

Sherlock sat, well, more like perched, on the couch. His eyes focused on his new client. The woman opened her mouth to speak, but instead of words, a gargling like sound came out. The light in her eyes died as crimson began to stain her white blouse, she collapsed. John quickly stood and kneeled down beside her, feeling for a pulse as he let out a variety of well thought out curses. Sherlock's eyes widened for a moment before he leapt up, kneeling beside the woman's opposite side. He examined the wound the best he could, the bullet had pierced her heart, careful aim was required. The blonde's eyes soon became glazed over like freshly cut glass, "Dammit!" John muttered and looked around. Sherlock hopped over the body, barely dodging John as he looked through the window, a small hole from where the bullet had entered. The detective carefully peered through to find a figure a few buildings over; (h/c) locks illuminated by the moonlight, (e/c) eyes bore into him.

"I'm calling Lestrade," announced John, breaking Sherlock from his watchful trance. "She's," he closed his eyes for a moment, as if hating himself for not being able to save her, "she's already dead."

"Maybe she should've sat on the other end of the couch."

"Sherlock!" scolded John. But the curly haired detective ignored him, still staring out the window. The figure had disappeared, but his curiosity hadn't. Who would've wanted to kill this woman? He eyed her plain clothes and bland hair, purposefully trying to ignore the pool of blood that formed around her, hair matted to her forehead. Police sirens sounded in the distance and he caught lights from the corner of his eye, cutting through the cold London night. Sherlock rolled his eyes.

"You actually called Gabe?"

"Greg, and yes I did. He's the police, there's been a murder, that's usually how it goes." John said rather bitterly. Sherlock was about to ask who this "Greg" person was, when a knock sounded at the door.

"Here already? That's a new record, faster than when I needed your help for the best man speech-" Sherlock was pushed back from the force of a women entering the room. A bright red fingernail prodded into his chest, a woman, dressed in an impressive amount of leather, dragged poor Mrs. Hudson in along with her. The old woman trembled as the mysterious woman adjusted the large gun hoisted on her shoulder. The sound of a gun clicking filled the room as Sherlock turned to find John, his gun aimed at the (h/c) haired woman.

"No need for dramatics, put your gun down." She rolled her eyes, pushing the old woman into a nearby chair. She plopped down on the sofa, inspecting her gun. "The police will be here in less than a minute, I'll go willingly of course."

Sherlock and John shared a look, the detective tried to form a solid deduction but could not. The only thing he noticed was a slight madness that rested in her eyes. John looked baffled, "Sherlock.... I don't suppose she's one of your many assets?" He quickly made his way over to Mrs. Hudson, checking her for injuries.

Sherlock didn't have time to respond before the door flew open, Lestrade held a gun aimed at whatever lay ahead, two people behind him. Donovan and Anderson. He raised an eyebrow at the scene in front of him. "Finally decided to call in the big dogs?" He smirked slightly, finding confidence in the situation.

"It was John." Sherlock's annoyance was laced with in his voice.

Greg's smile faltered slightly and the woman rolled her eyes. He cringed at the mystery woman slightly. She carefully aimed her gun at a nearby man, pulling the trigger and the bullet embedded itself into Anderson's shoulder. "As sweet as this is, are you going to arrest me or do I need to shoot someone else?" She asked, gazing at her nails boredly. Sherlock almost smiled at the sight and received an elbow in his side from John, a look in his eyes said 'don't you dare.'

The woman stood, dropping her gun and extending her wrists to Lestrade. He looked beyond confused at her, "Um well you've already lowered your weapon.....," he mumbled awkwardly, not used to arresting someone who willingly let him. He reached for his handcuffs. You tapped your foot impatiently.

"Care to tell us your name?" Sherlock asked, desperate to get some kind of idea of who this woman was.

Her ruby red lips split into a smirk, "(Y/N) Moriarty. I believe you're rather close with my brother aren't you? I'd suggest boyfriends, but you have your army doctor for that." Lestrade cuffed her, and Sherlock's eyes widened. John scoffed in annoyance, almost blurting out "I'm not gay," but then decided now wasn't the time. Recognition rolled like waves into Sherlock's brain - how hadn't he seen it before? Her eyes had the same look of raw madness in them, less than her brother's, but still there. And her hair, well it was just as dark as his. It had a (h/c) tint from previous dyes from what he could tell.

"You could say we're close, as in close to killing each other," Sherlock admitted dryly. You grinned manically, realizing that you did indeed choose the right partner to align with.

"Looks like we're on the same side then."

"You want to kill your brother?" he asked, a glint of fascination and ambition mixing in his eyes.

"Doesn't every little sister at some point?"

"Sherlock. She just admitted to being Moriarty's sister and killed someone." Greg looked at the detective, not believing he was stupid enough to side with her.

***

You shrugged, "He knows an ally when he sees one." Your eyes floated over the detective and his long frame, "So far I'm not impressed."

"With?"

"The Great Sherlock Holmes everyone brags about." You looked at the cuffs, then Lestrade. "I won't be needing these anymore." You extended your leg and swept Lestrade's feet out from under him, twisting your arm to where a small knife fell from your sleeve and into your hand. You picked the lock and pulled your wrists free. Lestrade stood up quickly; he looked as if he was going in for a blow, you rolled your eyes and grabbed his wrist, doing a small jump in the air as you wrapped your leg around his neck, twirling yourself to where he was soon on the ground and you had his wrist, cuffing him to the door. The woman that had entered with him, Donovan, aimed a gun at you, and you felt a familiar blood lust fill you. You found her of no importance, so you quickly went to work. You kicked the gun from her hand, grabbing her wrist and twisting it, a sickening crack filled the flat and you kicked her stomach, sending her to the ground. You picked up your knife and stabbed her hand, attaching it to the floor. "Stay." You brushed your hands off on your pants, turning towards the three men. Lestrade looked at Donovan with wide eyes. You locked eyes with Sherlock, a sort of mutual respect passing between you two.

"Now where were we? Ah yes, planning how to kill my brother."

A/N

I just want to start out by saying that
This was a lot of fun and E (@myfirstnameisagent) is awesome to work with and you guys should give her a lot of credit because I would not have gotten through this story... Like if this was a race she would've been piggybacking me the whole time
Shucks. I'm blushing.
Anywho, I'm the amazing E she is referring to. And if you're one of my people, you should go check out her Sherlock Imagines (drayizzle ).
This was a lot of fun for me as well cause it's my first collab and I was fangirling the entire time cause it was with one of my favorite authors. This one was setting the scene, for there shall be a part two that will focus more
on drama! Hopefully.......
More drama and more sneaky flirty looks between (y/n) and our favorite curly haired detective
Mmm cheekbones.
I mean, yeah what she said. We get to channel our inner Moriarty's.
Which is scary, but also VERY fun. *insert evil devil smile emoji*
I think that's all for now, we better stop before we spoil stuff. Love y'all.

Be proud, we wrote this in two hours.

And we procrastinated for one hour telling embarrassing stories.

We've both come to the realization we are very bad at basic life skills.

i.e. social interaction with people of the opposite sex.
And typing.

they're probably tired of our banter. Anywho, love all of you guys and remember that requests are open , so is my inbox
Bye bye!

Thx for reading children, catch ya on the flippity flip

~ E & A