A/N: Hi. So one day i thought what if Jim had a sister and have been daydreaming about it for days and finally decided to write it down. Sorry if they're too OOC, if you have any ideas/requests/prompts PM me or tell me in a reveiw. Please reveiw.

The Moriarty Siblings.

Drabble One: Cash.

There was a sense of deja-vu hanging in the air. All was silent as the three men glared at each other. This time there was no pool and no bombs just Jim Moriarty, Sherlock Holmes and John Watson in an abandoned warehouse somewhere in London with a gun and a bunch of snipers. jim smiled at the detective and the army doctor as his snipers aimed at them and Sherlock aimed his own gun at Kim. Each man ready to shoot, but heavy footsteps interrupted their deadly showdown.

"Oh. brother dearest." Called an Irish feminine voice. Sherlock and John exchanged confused glances before looking up at their nemesis who just looked annoyed a the interruption.

"J- Oh am i interrupting something?" The voice asked, the now saw that the voice (eerily similar to Jim's) belonged to a girl roughly about 15 with long dark red hair. She was dressed in a tight skull t-shirt and a very mini mini-skirt. On her feet were a pair of gothic looking platform boots. And although her hair was dyed and her clothes she looked like a female teenage version of Jim.

"No." Drawled Sherlock as the same time as Jim impatiently said, "Yes."

"Oh, don't care anyways." She replied with a flick of her hair, walking forwards she stood beside her brother waiting for him to say something.

"What do you want Tailor?" Jim asked with an exasperated sigh.

"I need some cash." Tailor answered with a cheeky smile.

"How much?" He asked digging out his wallet.

"200."

"And what would you need £200 for?" He took out the money anyway looking at her with a raised eyebrow.

"It's best you don't know." She answered mimicking his sing song voice creepily well.

"Fine but no drugs, alchohol...or peircings." Jims huffed handing over the money.

"What? Why? I was only going to get my ears periced again." Tailor cried.

"Would your mother be ok with it?" Jim asked with a grin, knowing the answer.

"W-, She's your mother too and no that's why i'm using your money." Tailor explained.

"Fine, but you did not get that money from me."

"Of course not, mum would want to know where you got it."

"It's best you do't know." Jim grinned with a wink.

"I don't even want to know." laughed Tailor, "Thanks for the cash." Before walking out of the warehouse not even asking about Sherlock and John.

Speaking of whom, watched the Moriarty Sibling exchange with shocked faces, well John was.

"You have a sister?" asked John in utter disbeleif.

"Yes, touch her you die."