Me and the Criminal Mastermind

Author's note:

I'm doing this story for a friend, so if Moriarty is a little bit out of character, don't hold it against me.

Chapter One: Staci's POV

I should have known this would happen, after all those fanfics I made about him. It's not my fault I like the bad guys. So, now I'm sitting here in a chair with a blindfold over my eyes and handcuffed to a chair. I know it's only a matter of time before he will kill me. Maybe he wants to scare me first. I know I should be scared. What does he want from me? I can't feel my glasses against my eyes. All I see is darkness, but that's because of this blindfold. I then hear the open behind me and footsteps approach.

Well my dear, I must say it's a pleasure to meet you. I didn't expect when I read your profile on the fanfiction site.

I don't know what to say at this moment. So, I just nod.

Oh, come now, I have left your mouth ungagged. You can say something. Don't be scared.

I'm not. I'm just not sure what to say.

Well, how about I take off that blindfold?

I feel his cold fingers reach behind me and untie it. He even gives me back my glasses.

There now, let's get rid of these handcuffs.

He uncuffs my hands and looks at my hands and looks at my wrists.

Hmm...hardly any damage.

I start to ask him what he wants, but he cuts me off...

You are probably wondering why you are here.

His stunning brown eyes are so captivating, I have to look away.

I read your work on the site and it's very different from everyone elses.

I understand you don't like it, but please Mr. Moriarty, don't kill me for it.

He just smiles slightly and then laughs again.

Oh Staci, my dear, like I said before, no need to panic. I love the stuff you wrote and I don't want to kill you.

Did I hear you right?

He takes my hand.

Yes dear, you did. And please, call me Jim.

This was a criminal mastermind I was talking to.

Ok, good, so we can talk about books and writing. Your favorite book series is Harry Potter. Your favorite book is Deathly Hollows. Your favorite character is Voldemort.

Oh yes, just like Sherlock, he can read people.

That's write, I tell him.

He smiled again.

Ok, now then, let's move on shall we?

To what? I ask.

Why, the next topic. I want to know more about you. Let's see...the argyle sweater dress you are wearing is new isn't it?

Oh great, so now he wants to talk about fashion.

Yes, it is, but how did you know?

You have left half of the price tag on it. Here, let me get it for you.

You don't have to do that.

Ok, now I was scared. But as it turns out, he meant it, and pulled the tag gently off me. I was suprised. Again, he started to laugh. I started to laugh too. His hand is really soft. I take a deep breath and ask something I know he will want to hear...

So, when is Sherlock coming?

He isn't. This has nothing to do with him. He doesn't even know I'm here. No, this is all about you...

I start twirling my hair.

Oh, don't be nervous. I also read on your profile that you sing. Could you sing something for me.

What do you want to hear?

Anything will do fine. Go on...

I take a breath and sing the first song that comes to mind - Lady Antebellum's song, Need You Now.

As soon as I'm done, he claps slightly. You did very well, my dear. Now, let's talk some more.

I sit back down.

Ok, what would you like to talk about?

Well, let's see, I like to read when I'm not working. Do you like to read?

Yes.

I was excited but at the same time, still scared.

Oh you should have seen that look on your face. Alright, what I would liek is to see more of this town and I would like you to show me around. Starting tomorrow.

Ok.

Well, I think that will be it for tonight. Go home and get some sleep. After all, a writer needs her rest.

He gave me my car keys.

I refilled the gas tank for you. Goodnight, Staci.

I was really speechless, but I wasted no time getting out of there. I quickly found my black VW Bug and opened the door. I put my seatbelt on and started the car. I drove off. I needed the radio - I cranked up David Nails' song, Let It Rain. Once I got back to my apartment, I couldn't believe it...so Sherlock Holmes' archenemy loved my fanfic stories. I'm flattered. I was sure if he would like them or not.