Author note:

This series of one shots are dedicated to my wonderful friend, but I couldn't help and publish it here for random laughter.
It's basically what would happen if Jim Moriarty would live in with a student.
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It had been a few weeks since Moriarty had moved in. The man had faked his death, and to make sure he wouldn't get recognized he decided to spend his time with anyone who wouldn't throw him out again.

That's how he had met Becky. He had spent a few weeks at a friend of Becky's, who got so irritated at the fact that 'Jim' kept planting cameras in the living room that she had the urge to throw him out. Becky, only just having an apartment and living on her own took the consulting criminal as a challenge and invited him in. Just to see how this would go.

Needless to say it was difficult trying to make sure he wouldn't wreck the house, but from time to time the man could be quite fun to talk to. It was better than living on your own, even though Becky had to thoroughly clean the house once a week to make sure the blood stains got out of the carpet.

"JIM! Oh, god, what is that idiot up to this time?" Becky only just got home when she heard a loud 'THUD', and hurried upstairs to her room. There she found Moriarty, who had made some sort of mini-throne out of all the books that she owned. "Good afternoon, how was work?" he simply asked, smiling at a shocked Becky.

"Seriously?" she asked him, while pointing that the mess he had been able to make in her fairly small room. "Why did you do this? No hold on, don't say it. This is low, even for you, Jim."

"Oh come on… Don't you think this is lovely?" he stood up and grabbed his Smartphone, typing something before putting it away again. He smiled, people who didn't know him would say that was a genuine smile, and walked past Becky, and downstairs.

"Good luck cleaning, dear…"

Moriarty was just quick enough to dodge the book that Becky threw at him.

"JIM! You idiot! Get back here, right now!"