I am running; my red stilettos audible clicks against the already growing wet pavement. Tossing a glance over my shoulder, I roll my eyes seeing the three men still following me and kept running. It wasn't until I turned back around that I realized that I was going to running into somebody. "Get out of the way!" I yell and the man spins around as I run into him, sending both of us to the ground.

I allow myself to lay there for a couple seconds before standing up. The man was glaring up at me; his west wood suit was slowly getting wet. "Do you know who I am?" He hisses standing up and grabbing my arm. I roll my eyes and glance down the alley way, but he is talking again. "I could cause you so much pain." He squeezes my arm.

Spinning to face him I rip my arm from his grasp. "Do me a favor doll, and shut up." I hiss back and he growls reaching into his suit pocket and pulled out a hand gun. "Oh useful." I say with a grin, ripping it from him and pointing it at the alley way where the three men have appeared. "Nice to see you again, Jeff."

"Do put the gun down, Ms. Haltway." The man she addressed added. "We don't want any curious bystanders, getting hurt."

"Oh on the contrary, this is his and call me Jessica. Ms. Haltway is my mother." I reply standing in front of the oaf who is still staring at us. He seemed more curious than angry now and was following the conversation with his striking brown eyes.

Jeff, as she so fondly called him, took a step forward withdrawing a small pistol from his left breast pocket. "Speaking of your mother." He starts, pointing the gun at her. "She wants you home, immediately."

"Why?" I ask

"Because, you're mother said so."

"Oh come on, don't you think I am a little old for that sort of explanation."

"She wants you home. I do as she asks."

"Shame really."

"What?"

"Well if you weren't so loyal to her, I would ask you to join me."

"I am sorry-"

"Oh it is quite alright love. Though I'll have to ask you to lower your gun. Don't want to kill my hostage." I end, taking a hold of the curious man's arm and spinning him so his cold, west wood covered back was pressed against my chest. "Lower your gun or I shall shoot." I state icily holding the gun to the man's head. He doesn't even flinch and a smirk tugs at the corners of his lips.

Jeffrey sighs, tucking his gun into his pocket again and signals for the other two men to do so. "Now get into your car and drive away. Tell mummy that I have other plans for the night." I state watching as the three men get into their car and drive off.

Then instantly the man beneath my fingers is moving. He rips the gun from my hand and points it at my head. He is staring at me, with a mixture of contempt of awe. "Come with me." He states and presses the muzzle to middle of my back. I shrug and let him lead me to where ever he is heading. It's not like I could just talk myself out of this one.

The rain is falling extremely hard now and I shiver. "I hope your place is close." I say loud enough to be heard over the rain. He presses the muzzle to my back and I roll my eyes. Well damn, if I die I am going to die sopping wet and very cold. "You could have just asked." I add. He still doesn't say anything.

What seems like hours, but my watch assures me is only ten minutes I am standing on a tiled floor that is beginning to look more like a puddle of rain water than floor. He had left me waiting, saying that if got his carpet wet he would destroy me. Whatever that meant. He comes back with a towel and he was freshly changed. "Dry off and change into these." He demands handing me some towels and a pair of his sweat pants and a white shirt.

"Here?" I ask.

"Duh."

"Duh." I mimic and I begin drying my hair. He wanders off to the kitchen and starts digging around in it. I strip the red dress from my body and I am standing in his house naked, but he still isn't looking and he doesn't until I am fully dressed and relaxed on his couch. My clothes are folded neatly on the floor.

He sits across from, a thing of yogurt in his hand and a spoon in the other. "I have an offer for you."

"What is it?"

"I need an assistant and you need someone who can hide you from your mother. I hide you, you assist me."

"What exactly do you do?"

"I am a consulting criminal." He smirks.

"Absolutely." I say without thinking. This would be an adventure.

"Good. I have a room prepared for you." He says standing up.

"I don't even know your name." I laugh.

"Moriarty, dear. Jim Moriarty." He says as he starts up the stair case. I laugh and look around the room. Here I was in a consulting criminal's house and all I can think about is how weird his voice sounded when he said his name. Standing up I started up the stairs to where I knew my room had to be.

Author's Note:

Okay tell me what you think. I can handle it. :)