AN: Hello everybody! If you've ever read any of my other stories before, welcome and I am so very sorry for having a tendency of not finishing them, I can only attempt to promise that it won't happen with this story, especially since I have so much time on my hands, meaning I have all summer to do absolutely nothing except attempt to get my permit and money from babysitting and watch amazing movies like "Star Trek" and shows like "Sherlock". I am writing this because, well, like you I love this show and I just couldn't help myself but come up with this story which I find to be pretty interesting but that's up for you to decide and me to discover after you tell me in a review ;) Anyhoozle, enjoy the ride and feel free to contact me with any questions.

Disclaimer: However much I wish to own this spark of ingenious; I do not own Sherlock or any of the characters or scenes that I may take from the spectacular show. I do however own my own character and ask that if you must use her in anything, to ask me first! Much thanks!

Hostile Correspondence

Chapter 1:

Insanity: The condition of being mentally deranged; easily brought to carry out actions that sane people would never be seen doing. Sometimes I wonder if I, after all this time of being so careful, have become insane. You wouldn't see it just by looking at my face and actions but then again, most people aren't observant enough to even see what's standing directly in front of them. I tend to be one of those individuals even though the people I surround myself with are the exact opposite. They all have a stroke of genius; a predisposition of expert knowledge on anything and everything. My boyfriend would be one of them.

Jim Moriarty, not the kindest fellow you would ever meet on the street but for some unknown, ludicrous reason I love him. I love him more than any sane person ever ought to and that's why I'm beginning to believe that maybe I have lost the bolts in my head. You know, gone of my rocker. I guess it wouldn't be surprising. Straya Parker off her rocker once again. I'll stop with the rhyming, sorry. I ran my long, feminine fingers through my dark red wavy hair and smacked my lips. My bright sky blue eyes stared off into the distance as Jim began to pace in front of me.

"Straya, darling, please don't do that. It boils my blood when you smack your lips like some unintelligent pikey," Jim mumbled, anger rising from his throat. I ceased all movements and just stared at him. We didn't exactly have the best relationship. He was a nutter who had a tendency of throwing punches at me when I didn't do something right and for some reason only known to God I worshiped the floor the man walked on.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, "Do you want me to leave and come back later? If it's a bad time I can always," he interrupted me before I could finish.

"No. I want you to stay… just where you are my dear," he smirked, staring at me now. I sat straighter and stared him in the eye, trying to force back my fears. Jim struts towards me before kneeling down at my feet and taking my hands in his. He began, "I have a beautiful idea, Straya. It involves you so I need to know if you will help me," I stared back at him and my strength was giving way, his eyes, so gentle now, so soft. My lips parted as I tried to put my wall back up but he began rubbing circles around my hands with his thumbs, sending shivers down my spine and I caved.

"Of course… what do you need?" my voice gentle as the wind. Then his devious smirk reappeared and I instantly regretted my decision.

"We are going to give birth to a storm. We are going to take down Sherlock Holmes."

Good god, Jim couldn't have picked a more restricting outfit if he tried. Then again, it was made to impress. The designer dress was light blue and was covered in tight ruffles that made a flattering statement. The cap sleeves were layered ruffles that gently touched my shoulders and a blue metallic ribbon was wrapped around my waste for a finishing touch. I was a present wrapped up in all of Jim's glory. These skin colored four inch heels were starting to become a pain in my ass but they did some great things for my walk. My deep red hair was flowing gently in waves past my shoulders and my mascara and black eyeliner definitely made a statement of their own. I was currently putting step one of Jim's plan into motion.

The Plan:

Make Sherlock Holmes notice you. Act like a bimbo but surprise him by your intellectual side and ensnare him with your skills of persuasion and fabrication. Walk away leaving him utterly confused.

Wait for him to contact you and find you. Don't worry, he will.

Befriend him, care for him, fight crimes with him, whatever gets you closer to Sherlock, do it.

Break his little heart.

Personally, it's all a little Hollywood for me but I had no doubt that it would work. Sherlock Holmes rarely left the apartment he shared with John Watson unless there was a case, which there weren't any at the moment so Sherlock would most likely be locked up. Unless, as Jim pointed out, he had a reason to leave. That's when Jim set his crimes into motion. His first victim has a bomb strapped to her chest and Sherlock had 12 hours to discover the riddle, Jim's riddle.

Both of the men came rushing out of 221B Baker Street. John was wearing normal attire: Jeans, a white button down and his black jacket. Sherlock, of course, was wearing his suit and a scarf, with a very excited smile plastered on his face. How disturbing is that? He actually gets off solving these things… Then again, I am dating a psychopath.

I stood up from my bench and sauntered to the men, pretending to be on my phone. With my head down, I glanced up with my eyes and saw them strolling towards me, I smirked. Then I ran right into Sherlock, successfully tripping myself into his strong arms. He managed to barely be knocked over by me while I was literally cradled in his arms so I wouldn't hit the floor from the fall. A look of surprise flashed on my face because it was time to act.

"I am so sorry, Sir!" I meekly apologized. He stood me up and quickly looked me up and down, observing me.

"No problem at all. Are you alright?" John asked concern obvious in his voice. I was about to reply when Sherlock interjected.

"You're a business woman from north east United States by the sound of your accent. Around 24 years old. You're in a committed relationship, a very good one at that and will probably be engaged soon and yet you still have the need to fall into men's arms so they will catch you. That makes you feel wanted and protected even though you have no need for it. You usually don't walk this way but since you wanted different scenery you decided this would be the most practical route to work. Your dress serves as a means to get attention, which you are certainly not failing at since it definitely accentuates your assets," Sherlock stopped as if he suddenly got very bored.

My mouth was a gap and all of a sudden I was extremely curious as to what Jim wanted with this man. He barely got anything right about me. Yet, that was my job and this meant that I was doing very good at it.

"Sherlock! Apologize, you're being extremely rude!" John gaped and turned to apologize to me once again. Sherlock was glancing at his watch, completely uninterested.

"No need to apologize. Almost everything you said was wrong anyway," I stated with confidence then began to stride past them. I felt a hand grip my arm and spin me around, yet not violently which surprised me.

"What do you mean I was wrong? I'm never wrong," Sherlock demanded, staring down at me. For a split second I broke character as I began to just stare at him in shock. Not only was he completely arrogant but did he actually believe he was almost God?

"You were wrong. I am 24 and I'm from New York but everything else you said is wrong. Good day Mr. Holmes," and with that I was off. I smacked my red lips together and smiled. Behind me I could hear the disbelief in Sherlock's voice and the anger in John's. Maybe Jim was right, this was going to be good fun.

AN: Wooo! That was fun! Uh, so I tried to put some English slang in there but I may have failed… Whoops. Anyway, I really hope you enjoyed the first chapter! I'm already working on the second so I should be posting that soon! The next chapter will be more exciting since this was simply a chapter to set everything up and tell you what's going on. Thank you for reading! Please review if you have the time! Good bye and Good night! - Jenna