Prologue


The woman walked slowly towards the man sitting in front of her, and sat in his lap. With one hand, she caressed the side of his face, with the other she pointed a gun at his temple.

The man whimpered, but he couldn't move, being tied tightly to the chair.

"I wish I had more time, we'd have some fun…" the woman purred. "But I have two other jobs today, and I hate being late. You understand, right?" she smiled.

The man whimpered again. The woman stood up and pointed the gun between his eyes.

"Bye bye, mate," she smiled again, and pulled the trigger.


She was taking a shower when she heard it. The lightest of sounds, but her ears were well trained. Someone walking, on the other side of the house. She listened closely as she got out of the shower, putting a towel around her waist. Instinctively, she took her gun and pointed it right in front of her as she got out of the big bathroom and walked towards the noise.

When she got to the living room, he was sitting in his favorite armchair, a cup of tea in his hand.

"Put the gun down, my love. It's just me," the man said. His eyes shone as his lips clicked together.

"You scared me," she sighed. "What are you doing here?"

"I have a job for you, Helena. It's gonna be fun!" he cheered, smiling his creepy smile.

"I hope so. I'm bored."

"Aw, that's a shame. You won't be bored anymore, I promise. I'm here now!"

"Alright, fine. Tell about this job."

The man stood up and walked around the room as he explained thoroughly what she was going to do. Helena smiled. It sure sounded fun, and it was just her kind of job. When he left, she kept smiling to herself.

But then the phone rang, and she had to leave.
When she arrived at Mycroft Holmes' office, she felt like she'd never left it. She was there too often for her liking, but the government paid good money, so who was she to refuse?

"Ah, miss Williams, have a seat," the man greeted her. She sat down in front of him, and observed as he sipped from a glass of whiskey.

"Who am I spanking today?" she smirked. The man gave a half smile.

"His name his James Moriarty. Here's all you need to know about him," Mycroft said, handing her a heavy folder full of documents.

"I know who he is," she smiled, putting the folder down on the table without one more glance at it. "This is gonna cost you more money than usual, mate."

"We're prepared to pay any sum. Just as long as you do your job, miss Williams."

"You're my kind of man, Holmes!"

"I doubt that," he furrowed his brows. "I expect you to be quick, and efficient."

"As usual."

"Good," he said, observing as she went through the files in her hands.

"Alright then, let's get this party started! Bye, Holmes," Helena smiled as she left the man's office.

Things were going as planned. Very good.

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My first Sherlock fic! Exciting! This is just the prologue. Tell me what you think, and maybe I'll continue writing! (: