Chapter 2
Moriarty's p(oint)o(f)v(iew)
I spotted her the minute I walked into the cafe, but I had to know for sure if she was the one that gave me the black rose, so I pretended to be a customer to get her attention.
I asked her to sit down with me. I could tell she was reluctant to do so at first, but I told her it wasn't a hook up. I had to admit, for a women of twenty-two she was gorgeous.
Molly or even Sherlock couldn't compare with her. She had the longest dark brown hair I'd ever seen, and eyes like emeralds. Even with her dark eye shadow, it worked. I could definitely tell she was a Goth.
After our talk, I asked Jacklyn to come back to my flat with me. She was excited.
Once we got there, I asked her to remove her shoes; I'm such a neat freak. I asked her to sit down, and after she did I got to my point. I asked her if she wanted to be my assistant and I told her about me being a consulting criminal and I told her she had the makings of one and I could help her be a good one. She agreed, and I told her she would have to live with me. She said "Yes," and I put my number in her phone. She left, and after that I took the black rose she had given me earlier and sniffed it.
I felt like I was in love. It did feel weird. I thought I was in love with Sherlock at first, but he doesn't have any interest in me except for my genius. I'm beginning to wonder if what I felt for Sherlock was just a crush. Maybe with Jacklyn it's the real thing, but I must first see if she's worthy of me. I will have to test her. Sherlock and I will still be enemies; that won't change. He will pay for walking out on me and breaking my heart. Maybe Jacklyn could heal it.
