A/N: So this is my first fanfic posted on this site, hope you enjoy it!
She was sitting in her favourite leather chair, having a staring contest with her phone which she was currently losing. The oak desk echoed her delicate finger taps around the office, her office. The dim lighting of the enormous room made it feel like a scene from a horror game, namely Amnesia: The Dark Descent. The only light sources came from the fake Victorian candle lights and they didn't even light the whole room. The dark oak panelling of the office added to the dark ambiance, an ambiance in which she wanted to create. Here she wanted to make it clear to her clients that she was not to be messed with. The brown hues of the furniture made the whole setting have a feeling from Victorian Britain.
She was deciding, deciding whether to call her adversary first or wait for him to work out that she was the bad guy and call her. She was becoming impatient with the man they call the only Consulting Detective in the World. Surely he would've figured it out by now. She slowly stood up and pushed her chair back with the back of her knees. Her stiletto heels vibrated on the dark oak flooring, creating a rhythmic beat. As she paced around the room she started to look back on her past. She had the best mentor to get her where she was today, the Consulting Criminal James Moriarty. Not many people knew he had a protégée, and that protégée was her. She had picked up many skills from him, and most prominently it was the likeness in their thinking that showed. Moriarty was the best mentor before he blew his own brains out at the top of Saint Bart's Hospital in London. She knew that she had to step up and so took his title as Consulting Criminal and carried it on. She swore that she would do him proud and maybe even take down the Consulting Detective once and for all, but after she had played with him a bit of course.
She was deep in thought when her phone began to vibrate. Walking a little faster to answer it, she picked it up and swiped the screen to answer. "You're late," she acknowledged.
"Oh, you were expecting this call?" questioned the deep baritone voice of her enemy.
"My dear, I'm always expecting you,"
"Yes," he replied slowly
"So, do you know who I am?" she asked him intrigued
"I have a vague idea,"
"Mr Holmes, I didn't think that vague was your area?"
"Oh with you, it's becoming one,"
"Mr Holmes, do you really know nothing about me?"
There was a moments silence from the other end of the line.
"Nope," was his reply as he popped the 'p'.
"Well, dear, this little chat had been great but the flirting is going to have to end,"
"I'm guessing I'll be hearing more from you then Miss…"
"Miss Melissa Alexandrescu and yes,"
She ended the call and Sherlock held the phone far away from his ear as the deafening static began.
A/N: So what do you think? Any constructive comments will be appreciated. If you like this, please follow this story as I hope to post many more chapters in the future! xx
