Blackened Hearts -

Okay hello! I've been wanting to write a Sherlock story for a while, and will be making this a Moriarty/ OC. I've got a few little ideas for it but will basically be making it up as I go along. I'm very busy at the moment so updates may not be too regular but I this story will be finished. I don't know how long it'll be, but I hope it's alright, it'll only be my second time attempting to write Sherlock D:

This is set just after series 3, just as Moriarty has made his return. I've rated this story as 'T' for now, but will be an 'M' soon as it will have mature themes. (Violence etc..)

Anyway. On with the story. It would mean a lot if I could get a few reviews, if not, I'll continue writing it anyway.

Things written 'like this' are her thoughts or deductions she makes.

Chapter One – Miss me?

"Miss me?" The Irish accent rings through her ears, a deep and menacing tone to it. Sapphire Adele Harris barely avoids a shiver as she watches the footage. Those deep dark eyes staring into her soul from the screen. Sapphire looks to her side as the TV screen is switched off. She stares into the darkness, her piercing blue eyes showing no emotion as she awaits her instructions.

"James Moriarty, he is your target. Seduce him, make him feel safe, get information from him, then kill him" The voice sounds, a gravelly tone to it and Sapphire can't help but feel a cold shiver run down her delicate spine, now she wasn't the type to be scared, she didn't show fear. Emotions were for the people on the losing side. Feelings were merely a weakness. But the one voice that did effect her was the voice of Sir Hunter Pierce. Her boss, and the man who raised her, trained her to be a killer. An assassin. He took her away from her parents... Well, adoptive parents, she was adopted at a young age by Agnes and Charles Harris. An older couple who could never have children, well, until they adopted Sapphire that is.

She stands up, knowing her duties and knowing she must full fill them. And struts into her room, deciding on what is best to wear for the consulting criminal. Her fingers brush over a beautiful red dress, strapless and showing a fair bit of cleavage, the dress stopping just above her knees. Sapphire smirks, grabbing the dress off the hangar and rushing into the bathroom. She steps out, the red dress now clinging to her body, showing every single curve, now she wasn't the skinniest of women, but she was far from overweight, she was a comfortable size 10 and she was happy with it. She attaches a stunning silver necklace around her neck, and applies her make up, making sure to add her favourite red lipstick to match her dress. She slips on her black heels and is ready to go.

The car journey there was long, and dull, She spent the time mentally preparing to meet the famous consulting criminal, which she was sure would be at his own private house located in London. Hunter had had his spies go out and locate Moriarty's address.

Sapphire sighs heavily, watching as the London nightlife went by, couples walking past arm in arm, preparing for the Christmas celebrations, drunk parties of people waltzing by, drinking the night away. And then there is Sapphire. Out to seduce a man that she'd never even met.

She mentally kicked herself as she sat at the bar, waiting for Moriarty to arrive, Hunter had installed secret cameras in the criminals house, and it's a miracle he hasn't spotted them yet. Moriarty was overheard speaking about going to The Cahoots. A 1940's style cocktail bar. Which James was apparently very fond of. It was one of his regular haunts when he went out.

It was very unlike Sapphire to be nervous. This wasn't the first man she had to seduce. She'd done it before. Countless times, and it wasn't like she hadn't killed before either. She'd killed more men than she's seduced. It's what she's trained to do. It's her job. But Sapphire can't help but think that she's underestimating the World famous Consulting Criminal. There was something.. Different about him.

Before she can dwell on her nerves, which she hated having, fear is only a weakness after all. He arrives, she spots him take his usual seat at the end of the bar, wearing his favourite Westwood suit, a rather tired look on his face. Sapphire smirks, it's the moment she's been waiting for, her moment to strike. She looks him over. And narrows her eyes. 'Young, early thirties, psychopath...' Sapphire frowns. Her deducing skills are usually way better.. She frowns at not being able to read him, and looks to a couple which are sat in the corner. Focussing on reading them. 'The man is married,there's a lighter spot where the wedding ring was, although not to the woman, he's having an affair with the woman sat opposite him, he's been abroad recently, France, unhappy marriage for him, happy for his poor wife though, three, no, four cats, works in banking, suffers from anxiety and depression, judging by the state of his nails, and his constant fidgeting, and the antidepressants poking out his jeans pocket. Smoking and alcohol addiction, suffers from asthma and diabetes, early 40's, doesn't have much longer left to live. The woman who's with him, late 30's, works in a bakery, the flour on her skirt gives that away, orphan, stupidly unaware the man she's with is married to someone else, is very poor, her shirt has been hand repaired four, no, five times. Badly repaired, yet it's the best shirt she owns. no good at sewing.'

So her deducing skills are still fine, then why can't she read the mysterious James Moriarty? She brushes it to the side of her mind, and stands up, all ready to make her move. She struts over to her victim. A seductive alluring look worn upon her well structured face, she takes the seat next to him, and he immediately notices her, surprisingly not being used to women coming onto him, she smirks, taking note of his reaction, he smirks, but not such of a friendly smirk. It was deadly, she knew that one wrong move and she was as good as dead.

"Mr Moriarty" She purrs, looking at him with a look of lust, her bow shaped lips slight apart, she leans forwards, allowing more of her cleavage to show, and Moriarty raises an eyebrow, beginning to look as equally lustful as she is.

He speaks, his soft Irish accent seeping through "To whom do I owe the pleasure?" He breathes, eyeing her up and down, then lifting up Sapphires hand and placing a gentle kiss on it. Yet there's an evil glint in his eyes, his eyes sparkling with fire and danger, which scares Sapphire right down to the very core of her being. For the very first time in her 26 years of life.

She quickly finds her voice, "Sapphire Adele Harris, pleasure to meet you.. Mr Moriarty" She edges slightly closer to him, a smirk still playing on her ruby red lips. "Oh the pleasure's all mine Sapphire" her names rolls off his tongue so smoothly, and it almost makes her shiver, almost. "Please, call me Jim" He adds, he lifts one arm up and clicks his fingers, the barman is in front of us in a matter of seconds. Smart man, he obviously knows who he's dealing with. "Sapphire here will have a Vodka Martini, and I will have a... bloody Mary" He asks. Sapphire grins 'He knew what my favourite drink was... So he can deduce too.. Oh this will be fun'.

The barman wastes no time in arranging the requested drinks, and before long they are placed in front of the pair. Jim sips his bloody Mary, whilst never breaking eye contact with her. "Sapphire let me ask you, do you know who I am? I mean, you evidently knew my name before we met, but do you know what I do?" He enquires, a look in his eye as if asking her to a challenge, a game.

"You are James Moriarty, the world's only consulting criminal. I know exactly who you are and what you do.. I've read all the papers. Don't worry, I'm not some creepy superfan of yours or anything." Sapphire laughs, a faint blush appearing on her cheeks. Jim seems pleased by her response.

"I'm the spider, at the centre of a web, a criminal web with a thousand threads and I know precisely how each and every one of them dances" Jim purrs, a sadistic grin on his face, Sapphire freezes, but quickly composes herself. "Well then make me dance" She responds, hinting to him that she's no angel herself. This gets her the reaction she wants, Jim's grin widens, an almost hungry predatory look upon his face. Sapphire sips the last of her vodka martini, and stands up, holding her hand out for the consulting criminal to take. He accepts her invitation, and allows her to lead him outside the bar. She smirks 'Now all I've got to do is get information... and kill him... I have a feeling this will not be an easy task'.

A sleek black car pulls up, with blackened out windows. Jim acts like a gentleman, and holds the car door open for her, Sapphire thanks him and sits in the car, knowing it's too late to turn back now, she takes a deep breath, mentally preparing herself for what's about to happen. Jim slides in the seat besides her, and the driver pulls away.

Moriarty wastes no time in running his hand up her leg, inside she's screaming, but on the outside, she flirtatiously winks at him, allowing her hand to slide over to his awaiting leg, Jim leans over and begins kissing down her neck to her prominent collar bone, she fakes a faint small moan, just quiet enough for the driver not to hear, but loud enough for Jim to notice. He smirks at her moan, as his soft hand slides a little higher up her leg, coming dangerously close to the gun she has holstered on her thigh, the gun that will kill him later tonight, she manages to take his roaming hand in her own and places it on her waist instead. She mentally breathes a sigh of relief and allows him to continue his ministrations. 'This is easy. Almost too easy...'

Jim leans in and kisses Sapphire, at first it was soft, delicate even, but quickly became more heated and demanding, he bit onto her bottom lip and she wrapped one leg around him, their hands dancing all over each others clothed bodies. But before they could continue, the car pulls up. Jims lips leaves hers, and he opens the car door "Thanks Seb" he mutters to the driver. "Don't mention it" A rather grumpy scottish accent responds, Sapphire blushes ever so faintly at what she just did in the back of a car, and then steps out into the cold night air. She's not alone for long, as Jim hurriedly grabs her hand and pulls her inside his house.

The second the door is closed Sapphire is pushed up against it, her hands held above her head as Jim attacks her lips with a heated kiss, their tongues battle for dominance inside their mouths as she moans. Jim unzips her dress as he makes their way to the bedroom, and Sapphire mentally panics, remembering the gun that's holstered to her thigh, her plan was quickly going very wrong. Before her dress is fully unzipped she grabs Jims hands and leads them to the bedroom, she pushes him on the bed and begins removing hiss jacket and tie. She then leans forward and places kisses on his soft neck, he holds her close whilst she bites down gently on the side of his neck, so not to hurt him.

Once she releases her mouth, she whispers to him "Have you heard of a man called Hunter Pierce" She purrs into his ear. Jim pauses, and then smirks "Oh I have, what about him my dear?" He grins, Sapphire looks at him "Well he's my next target, and I've heard you hate him just as much as I do" She smirks, running a hand down his now bare chest, having made quick work of undoing his shirt buttons. She continues to tease him, Hoping it'll help her get the information she needs. "Work with me Jim. We can kill him together, all I need to know is your plan" she reveals, leaning forwards and placing a kiss to his awaiting lips.

Jim looks at her, and grins, but it's not a good grin, it's a dangerous one. "You know. Did old Pierce really think that I would fall for this? Honey I am the king of crime. And no one can outsmart me" He remarks, his hands tightening around Sapphires shoulders, she hears heavy footsteps come up behind her, and that's when she knows she's in trouble. She shoots Moriarty a shocked look. Before something hits the back of her head, and her entire world goes black.

"It's okay. I'm a doctor" Are the first words she hears as she regains consciousness, Sapphires eyes flutter open, and she looks straight into the eyes of a kind looking man, although having an awful taste in jumpers, he looks trustworthy. The first thing she notices is she's in an alleyway, it's cold, and her head pounds, so does her shoulder. Which to her feels to be dislocated. "Oh you're awake, thank god.. How are you feeling?" The stranger enquires, looking genuinely worried about her health. Sapphire frowns at him "How do you fucking think I'm feeling?" She snaps. The apparent doctor looks taken aback, evidently not expecting such harsh words from the young female. "R..Right okay. Well.. My names John. John Watson, and you are?" He enquires as he sees to her head injury, trying to clean it up as much as he can with the little supplies he has. "Sapphire Harris" She states.

"Okay well Sapphire, you have a dislocated shoulder, I could either take you down to a hospital..." Before he could finish his sentence Sapphire butts in "Just do it here. Get it over and done with" She interrupts. John blinks, "Right, okay... Well, this will hurt. Just trust me". "Save me the bullshit" Sapphire mutters, she inhales and takes a deep breath in, knowing what's coming ahead is going to hurt. John takes ahold of her shoulder and arm. "3...2...1" he pops it back into place, and Sapphire has to do all she can not to scream out in pain, although she does release a pained whimper. Luckily she has a high pain tolerance.

"May I ask Sapphire... Who.. Who did this to you?" John asks her, she sighs heavily. "I tripped, and fell" She sarcastically remarks. John sighs. "Please.. I can help.. Well, I know someone who can..". Sapphire smirks, knowing all too well who he means, the famous Sherlock Holmes. Oh she could have some fun here! "It was Jim.. Jim Moriarty" she answered. And the look on John's face turned from worry, to shock, to pure and utter horror. "Sapphire please would you come with me? I can patch up your head wound and you can meet my friend.. Sherlock Holmes" He asks. Sapphire smirks. "Of course..."

I hope this wasn't too short.. I was debating on whether to leave it here or to make it longer, but I thought I'd leave meeting Sherlock till the next chapter. I hope it's alright. Apologies for any grammar or spelling mistakes D:

Reviews would be very appreciated! :D