Chapter 1: An Unexpected Meeting

You had moved into 221C Baker Street, just up the stairs from Sherlock's flat. Mrs. Hudson introduced you to Sherlock one day when you were just about to walk through the door. Sometimes John was not able to help with cases, so Sherlock asked that you go instead. And that's how you began to become friends with the infamous Sherlock Holmes.

However, being the brilliant genius that he was, he gained many "arch enemies". Like his brother, Mycroft, for example, or numerous different criminals that roamed the streets. Although, there was one criminal in particular that Sherlock started to take a peculiar interest in. This man was a brilliant criminal mastermind, somehow always finding a way to toy with the detective. You first heard about him after the "Study in Pink" case. After Sherlock had come back, he talked about the case and the cabbie's employer/Sherlock's "sponsor". Later going through the cases, he learned that this man was responsible for more than just the cabbie; he was responsible for the Black Lotus as well.

One day Sherlock asked you to come to the lab with him. You walked into where Sherlock and John were investigating. You noticed that they were studying someone's shoe. All of a sudden, Molly opened the doors and walked into the room.

"Any luck?" She questioned. At that moment, a man wearing slacks and a T-shirt came walking in.

"Oh, sorry. I didn't…" He started.

"Jim! Hi! Come in! Come in!" You watched as Sherlock looked at Molly before turning to his microscope.

"Jim, this is Sherlock Holmes."

"John Watson. Hi." John stated.

"Hi."

"And, this is (F/N) (L/N)." Molly introduced as she pointed towards you. Jim looked at you and met your gaze.

"Um…hi."

He nodded his head and replied with a small "Hello", and continued to look at Sherlock. But he did not do so before giving you a wink and a smirk.

"So you're Sherlock Holmes. Molly's told me all about you. You on one of your cases?"

"Jim works in I.T. upstairs. That's how we met. Office romance." Molly and Jim giggled together.

Sherlock looked at Jim and then returned to his microscope once again. He then mumbled, "Gay."

Molly's smile faded when she replied with a "Sorry, what?"

"Nothing. Um, hey." Sherlock gave Jim a smile.

"Hey." Jim wandered around and knocked over a metal dish and exclaimed, "Sorry, Sorry!" as he placed the dish back onto the table. He walked back over to Molly. "Well, I'd better be off. I'll see you at the Fox, 'bout six-ish?"

"Yeah."

"Bye."

"Bye." Molly whispered back.

Jim turned to look at Sherlock, who paid no attention to him. "It was nice meeting you."

There was a moment of silence before John added, "You too." Jim blinked awkwardly at John and turned to leave. Before he went outside, he gave you another glance and smiled.

After Jim had left, Sherlock and Molly had an argument over him being gay. Sherlock picked up the piece of paper that Jim had left under the metal dish that had his phone number on it. After Molly left, Sherlock told John to deduce the trainers, who in turn, did not suit Sherlock's standards.

After talking, Sherlock and John left the lab and asked you to meet them at the flat later. While they were gone, you decided to take the opportunity to have a look at the piece of paper. Sure enough, it had Jim's phone number on it. You turned the paper over and found something you were not expecting written on it. It read, "Hope to see you again, (F/N)."

~~Time skip brought to you by Stayin' Alive!~~

You walked into the dim-lit pool area with Sherlock right by your side. Sherlock walked around for a bit before shouting, "Brought you a little getting-to-know-you present. Oh, that's what it's all been for, hasn't it? All your little puzzles; making me dance – all to distract me from this."

A door opened, and out came John wearing a snugly hoodie and his hands in his pockets. "Evening." He responded. "This is a turn-up, isn't it, Sherlock?"

"John. What the hell?"

"Bet you never saw this coming." John took his hands out of his pockets and lifted his arms up to reveal a bomb strapped to his chest. "What ... would you like me ... to make him say ... next?"

You gasped in shock as you shouted John's name.

"Gottle o' geer ... gottle o' geer ... gottle o' geer." John's voice cracked on the last words.

"Stop it."

"Nice touch, this: the pool where little Carl died. I stopped him." John cringed before continuing, "I can stop John Watson too. Stop his heart."

You tried to sustain the tears that were beginning to form in your eyes, but failed. "Please, just stop this!"

"Who are you?" Sherlock questioned.

"…" There was silence before a deep, Irish accent filled the air. "I gave you my number. I thought you might call." A man stepped out from where he was standing and exclaimed, "Is that British Army Browning L9A1 in your pocket ..." Sherlock grabbed a pistol from his pocket and aimed it at the man. "...or are you just pleased to see me?"

"Both."

"Jim Moriarty. Hi!" Moriarty. He was the man that was responsible for the three big cases that Sherlock got involved in. But for some reason, he looked familiar.

Moriarty looked at Sherlock, seeming disappointed. He started walking around the pool. "Jim? Jim from the hospital?"

Just then you remembered who he was. 'Molly's boyfriend?' You pondered.

"Oh. Did I really make such a fleeting impression? But then, I suppose, that was rather the point." A laser flickered over John's chest. "Don't be silly. Someone else is holding the rifle. I don't like getting my hands dirty. I've given you a glimpse, Sherlock, just a teensy glimpse of what I've got going on out there in the big bad world. I'm a specialist, you see ...like you!"

While Sherlock and Moriarty were chatting, you glanced over at John. He met your gaze and you saw a terrified look in his eyes.

"People have died."
"That's what people DO!" He screamed the last word, making you jump.
"I will stop you."
"No you won't."
Sherlock looked over at John. "You all right?"
"You can talk, Johnny-boy. Go ahead." John simply nodded at Sherlock
"Take it." Sherlock held out the memory stick to Moriarty.
" Huh? Oh! That! The missile plans!" Moriarty took the memory stick and kissed it. "Boring! I could have got them anywhere."

Moriarty threw the plans in the water and suddenly John attacked him. "Sherlock, (F/N), run!"
"Good! Very good."
" If your sniper pulls that trigger, Mr. Moriarty, then we both go up."
" Isn't he sweet? I can see why you like having him around. But then people do get so sentimental about their pets. They're so touchingly loyal. But, oops! You've rather shown your hand there, Doctor Watson."
A red dot appeared on Sherlock's chest as Moriarty sang, "Gotcha!" John let Moriarty out of his grasp, and the red dot once again appeared on him. Moriarty paused before adding, "Oh, and how rude of me!" Sherlock had a confused look on his face. "Hello, kitten." Now you were confused. You looked over at John, who just nodded his head towards you. Moriarty rolled his eyes and turned to look at you. "Yes, I mean you." He grinned at you, as a blush came across your face. He walked towards you. "My, my. If I do say so myself, you look stunning tonight!" You were terrified, so terrified you could not bring yourself to move a single muscle. He took your hand and placed a light kiss on it.

"Get away from her!" Sherlock and John angrily shouted in unison.

Moriarty pouted. "Don't tell me you're already taken, kitten. I don't feel like sharing you…" He winked at you and walked back over to Sherlock.

Moriarty and Sherlock chatted again and Moriarty mentioned something about burning the heart out of Sherlock if he got in his way again. "Well, I'd better be off! It was so nice to have a proper chat." He turned towards you. "See you again, love!" He placed a kiss on your cheek before heading out the door.

"John, are you alright?"

"Yeah-yeah, I'm fine." Sherlock stripped the jacket and vest off of John. "(F/N), are you alright?" He asked as he ran up to you.

"Yeah, I think so." You then noticed the red laser appear on John's chest, and an expression of horror crossed your face.

"Sorry, I'm soooooo changeable!" There were more lasers pointing at John and Sherlock, but none of them were pointing towards you. Moriarty laughed. "It is a weakness with me but, to be fair to myself, it is my only weakness. You can't be allowed to continue. You just can't. I would try to convince you but…everything I have to say has already crossed your mind!"

Sherlock turned and pointed his gun at the bomb and replied, "Probably my answer has crossed yours."

There was a tense buildup as everyone looked at each other. Unexpectedly, Stayin' Alive started playing. You guessed it as someone's ringtone. After a couple of seconds, Moriarty grunted and asked, "Do you mind if I get that?"

"Oh no, please. You've got the rest of your life." Sherlock replied.
"Hello? Yes of course it is. What do you want?" He mouthed "Sorry" to Sherlock. And as if the smooth, (and you had to admit) sexy, tone of his voice was whisked away by the wind, he shouted,"Say that again! Say that again and know that if you're lying to me, I will find you and I will skin you." He held the phone away from his ear and said, "Sorry. Wrong day to die."

"Oh. Did you get a better offer?"

"You'll be hearing from me, Sherlock." He turned to you, "Can't wait 'till our first date, kitten." You shuddered at the thought. He returned to his phone and started his way out. "So if you have what you say you have, I'll make you rich. If you don't, I'll make you into shoes." He snapped his fingers and the snipers disappeared.

Sherlock and John went back to solving cases again, as if they had forgotten about what had happened. You, on the other hand, couldn't stop thinking about it. He had called you kitten. What did that even mean? You tried your best just to let it go, but found yourself not being able to. Whenever you thought about him, it made you shudder in terror and fright. It sent a cold shiver down your spine. But for some unknown reason to you, it made you…

…get butterflies in your stomach, for Moriarty Moriarty was a name that suited the man so well. It was a name, when spoken, strikes fear into the hearts of others. But Moriarty Moriarty was a name that you'd never forget.