It was late at night, and Anderson was locking up the office as he was the last to leave. Lestrade had given him 2 large cases to write up, and he was tired and stressed. He fantasised about Lestrade being killed in some freak skiing accident, maybe before tomorrow so he didn't have to finish off the case notes.
He sighed; this was pretty unlikely to happen as Lestrade never took holidays, not even in summer. Anderson didn't know how he did it, he must be half robot or something. He walked up through Haymarket and arrived in Picadilly Circus. Walked past a bus stop, when something caught his eye. Against the side of the stop, there was an electronic marketing board, saying his name.
ANDERSON.
Get into the cab.
it read.
He looked around, wondering what was going on. This was seriously weird, surely the sign couldn't be talking about him, but on cue a Taxi drew up next to the curb, and the door opened. Against all his instincts, he walked up to it and got in. There was already someone in the cab, he was medium height with brown hair, wearing a generic looking suit.
"Anderson, Darling. I have a proposition for you." He started, smiling gleefully at Anderson.
"And who would you be, exactly?" said Anderson sneering back. Underneath he was getting more and more psyched out.
"You can call me Jim" he said, winking. Anderson was strangely turned on, and freaked out by this at the same time.
"Er, so what is the proposition" he said, trying to sound calm and professional, however his voice went all high pitches on the what. Ugh, he sounded like a pubescent teen.
"It concerns a Mr. Holmes" he continued, I believe you know him. Moriarty crooned over his name.
"Basically I need you to spy on him" he said frankly.
Anderson considered for a second, the prospect tempted him a lot. He could finally get his own back on the stupid smug detective and his hobbit pet. "What's in it for me?" he said.
"I heard you like Llamas, Anderson. In fact, I heard you liked them a lot. It would be SUCH a terrible Shame if something was to happen to your prize animals…" Jim crooned, raising his eyebrows.
"You wouldn't dare!" Anderson gasped. This just got personal. Why he hadn't run when he first saw the sign he didn't know…
"Oh, but Anderson, I would." In fact, I could just say the word now, and…
"NO! I'll do it. Just don't hurt the Llamas." He said, defeated.
Jim smiled smugly "Good boy" and then his face straightened. "However if I hear you've told anyone about this, or you pass wrong information… " He mimed a shotgun with his hand.
"Y-yes. I understand" said Anderson shakily.
"Well, this has been a wonderful conversation." Jim said as the cab stopped. "Toodlepip" he waved.
Anderson got out of the car awkwardly, and looked around saw the tube sign for Picadilly Circus.
Anderson felt thoroughly shaken by the whole experience, and as he stood on the pavement it had all taken a rather dreamlike quality. Maybe this was a dream..
He shook his head and began to walk home.