Hello people of the Internet. I was bored and this is what my brain produced. I may continue it, but I dunno. Hope you like it :D


She tugged her hair down and let it fall once more around her shoulders. She relaxed into the comfortable chair. She had had a long day and was looking forward to the sure to be interesting conversation that would be taking place soon. If she had timed it right he would be arriving home any minute now. Just as this thought crossed her mind she heard the distant sound of a key entering the lock. She smiled to herself and her heart began to beat faster in anticipation of her discovery. She heard his footsteps stutter as he walked into the entryway. Her smile widened as she imagined him spotting her shoes and bag lying by the door. She sat patiently waiting, pretending not to be counting each of his footsteps. She heard him stalk ever closer and it took all her willpower not to turn around. She heard his quiet breath behind her head and the sound of a gun being cocked. The cool metal pressed into her hair.

"You have exactly 12 seconds to explain to me who you are and what you are doing here." He said his voice a low growl.

"Is that anyway to treat a guest Jimmy? I am simply here to discuss business." She said teasingly.

"7" He said without even a hint of mirth.

"Oh fine. My name is Ainsley and I would like to work for you. Over the past week I have interrupted four of your jobs to show you my capabilities." She said hurriedly.

"That makes me want to shoot you more."

"Oh come on Jim, think about it." Ainsley said calmly, "not many criminals would be able to figure out what you are doing let alone commandeer your heist. I want to work with you. If you refuse I will just continue to mess with your plans."

"Why do you want to work for me? You are clearly a competent enough criminal on your own."

"Oh stop it you're making me blush." She said bringing back her teasing tone. He still didn't seem to be amused if the gun pressing to her head was any indication. "I ran out of things I wanted. I got everything I wanted and didn't know what else to do. Retirement was out of the question as that would be far too dull, but I really didn't know what else to do. I started taking on private clients, but soon realized that that wasn't for me. I like solving puzzles, not pickpocketing someone's ex-lover. Then I heard about your network and was intrigued. I weaseled my way in and commandeered ing to get your attention, but you didn't even try to chase me. I started trying to track down where you lived and in the meantime messed with a few more jobs." As she spoke the gun slowly pulled away from her skull.

"And what makes you think I'd hire you? I have plenty of thieves on my payroll and you only interrupted the small jobs." He said walking around to sit in front of her, though still keeping the gun pointed at her.

"Ah, but I am not a thief. I don't take things. I convince people they want to give me things."

"So you're a grifter? I have a hundred of them, what makes you any different?."

"You're an observant man, you tell me." Moriarty looked at the woman in front of him. He was holding a gun mere inches from her face, yet her face didn't show a hint of fear.

"All I can tell you are the simple facts. Judging by your voice you were born in London, but have spent quite some time in America. You travel a lot and do not have any permanent place of residence. You are not one for hard work. You have siblings, but you aren't close with them."

"And what does that tell you? I'm sure a smart man like you can figure out more than that. I know my brother can." She said the last sentence very deliberately gauging his reaction intently. He stared at her another second, taking in her dark, curly hair and her bluish grey eyes.

"Ah, so you are a Holmes. How do I know you are not here for your brothers in some pathetic attempt to infiltrate my network?"

"You said it yourself: I have siblings, but I am not close with them. My brothers and I have always had a difference of opinion when it comes to legality. Mycroft was always worse than Sherlock, but even Sherlock has his issues with morality. More now with his new pet."

"And I am supposed to take your word for all this?" Moriarty asked harshly, though secretly he was thrilled. He had a Holmes on his side.

"Of course not," She said with a smile. She pulled out her phone and went to the contacts. She pulled up Mycroft's number and dialed without any hesitation. She quickly turned it to speakerphone.

"Ainsley, to what do I owe this… pleasure." Mycroft answered, though judging by his voice it was anything but.

"Hello big brother. It has been a while."

"Yes. Over three years. Why are you calling? Did you finally get caught?"

"As if, I am back in London and wondered if you wanted to get lunch?"

"Ainsley, it has been three years since we last spoke and would prefer to get back to that." Mycroft said ending the call.

"So you see James, my brothers are not my biggest fans." Ainsley said sliding her phone back into her pocket. James Moriarty could no longer deny that he was excited. He smiled at her.

"Welcome to the team."