Aimee Adler
I looked at the phone and then at my sister who then gave me a sympathetic look.
"Hello," an unmistakable Irish voice sounded down the phone.
"Is this Moriarty?" I asked although I already knew the answer.
"Yes, of course it is. What do you want?" he was in the middle of something, I could tell by the irritated tone.
"Irene got some information about..." I stared at my sister who nodded. "A code from the MOD official. It's very important, apparently," I told him.
"SAY THAT AGAIN!" Irene who heard the whole thing put her hand on my shoulder. "Say that again and know that if your lying to me I will find you and I will skin you," his voice echoed through whatever room he was in.
I repeated myself with more confidence.
"Wait," he commanded, I rolled my eyes.
A little while later he said "If you have what you say you have I'll make you rich. If you don't I'll make you into shoes," he causually remarked.
"Cheers!" I said sarcastically.
"Don't get cocky," he said.
"Would you like to speak with Irene?" I asked him.
"Obviously."
-3 Hours Later-
"I've got a client, Aims," Irene told me. "See you later."
"Yeah. Later," I muttered as she walked out.
"Kate!" I called.
"Miss Adler?" she asked grinning at me.
"Mocha, please," I said batting my eyelashes. Just above me I heard whipcracks and moans. "Ewwww..." I whispered.
- Weeks Later -
"Aimee, Kate!" Irene called.
"Hey?" I asked.
"We're going to have a visitor. I'll need a bit of time to get ready," she hollered.
"A long time?" Kate asked.
"Mmmm, ages" she said.
I glanced at Kate and broke into a grin.
As she rifled through her closet I got out her best black stilettos out.
"Nah," she exclaims as I walk in the door. She's wearing a black sparkly dress which is...
"Mine!" I say as Kate struts in. She stares at Irene seductively in the mirror.
"Works for me," she smiles.
"Everything works for you," Irene says whilst looking at me in the mirror.
"What?" I ask.
"Hmmmmm," she sighs.
As I add some light yet smokey eyeshadow to her face she beams.
"Thank you dear," she adds.
I stand back and Kate swoops in to do her lips.
"Shade?" she questions in a husky, sultry voice.
"Blood," she says simply.
"So, what are you going to wear?" I ask.
She glances at me, "My battledress," she says as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. I roll my eyes.
"Ooooo, lucky boy," I mock in a sing-song voice.
"And you will wear this," she says gesturing to some neatly pressed indigo jeans and a purple top.
"Thanks," I mumbled as the buzzer sounds. I quickly in less than thirty seconds change into the clothes and sprint down the staircase past Kate and answer the intercom.
"Hello," I say as Kate stifles a laugh at my keenness.
"Oh, um, sorry to disturb you but, um, I've just been attacked. Um, and they, they took my wallet and, um my phone," it was Sherlock Holmes the man me and Irene were disciplined about by Moriarty, The Virgin. I mean wow! I was 21 and that ship had sailed a long time ago. "Please could you help me?" he asked.
"I could phone the police if you want," I asked.
"Oh, thank you, thank you. Could you, please?" he said in his "acting" voice.
"You can wait here til they come," Kate added and winked at me.
I stood back trying not to get hysterical at the sight as his doctor 'friend' and Kate conversed.