I stared up at the plain white ceiling.

It had been six hours since Sherlock came back and I can't bring myself to sleep, I feel as if something is going to happen if I do. Like I wake up and he's just watching me, it's happened before.

I shuffled around making the bed creak loudly, perhaps I should shut up there are people, or a person beneath me. I heard a buzz and a tweeting sound, someone was ringing me?

I practically fell out of bed and grabbed my coat "Where the f-" I grabbed it and answered it quickly not even looking at the caller I.D "Hi..hi, hello?" I probably sounded insane.

There was no response at all except a few breathes, great some creepy person has my number. "Erm.. hel-" I was swiftly cut off by the voice.

"Look outside your window, spot where I am.. I'll give you five minutes. If you don't come out bad stuff will happen." I heard the voice laugh as if this was a joke. What the actual fuckaroo, did this person just threaten me?

I looked down at the phone, he had hung up. Okay, I need to not swear or hit anything. He said I have five minutes or something bad would happen. I quickly rushed towards the front window and yanked back the curtains. Straight away in the opposite building I saw a sign saying sandwich shop, sandwich shop? Okay.. I'll go there then creepy man. God I was letting my curious side get a hold of me, which is not good.

I ran back into my bedroom and swiftly grabbed my long coat and buttoned it up otherwise I would of been half-naked meeting a random person who said bad stuff would happen in five minutes, speaking of five minutes I have 2 minutes to dart down all these stairs in heels. I slipped on my heels and started making my way downstairs, my heels made large banging sounds.

I saw all Sherlock's doors were still open and there was a girl.

I carried on walking, wait what. There was a girl, a actual cute girl sat there with him giving him a loving gaze. Jesus Christ. I rolled my eyes and noticed I had one minute left.

I jumped down the stairs and properly ran this time, straight out the front door. I head butted it a little as I tried to open it so fast. I quickly slammed it behind me going to the sandwich shop beside the 221 B flat.

There were loads of people, and they were all staring at me as I had bed head and makeup smudged all over my face. My phone started ringing again. Blocked I.D, I picked up slowly this time "Where are you." My tone was angry, this man was going to get his ass kicked.

"Damn, you look a state. Perhaps I should of given you more than five minutes." I heard a snicker from inside the shop and on the phone. I looked around for anyone on their phone, and there was no one, yet I still heard the laughs through the phone and the shop "You are sooo ordinary." I turned to the left to see the source of the sound, it was a man who was smirking and reading a newspaper. His suit was neat and had no crinkle in sight, he had his headphones plugged into his phone, that must be why I didn't see him.

His hand pulled back a loose brown hair to join the rest of his slick hair. His brown eyes looked me up and down, this handsome motherfu- Don't swear. This handsome mothercooker is asking for a punch. "Are you going to sit down?" His voice also sounded like silk, but it was different.. He had a accent.

I slowly made my way to the chair opposite him. He quickly faced me his eyes staring into my blue ones for quite a while "Right." He suddenly said loudly then clapping his hands as well, I jumped out my skin. "So you came here.." He pointed at the floor "Foorr, me?" He pointed at himself playfully, was this man a joke "Anyways.. I'm here because Sherlock's back and guess what?" I stared at him not answering, I looked around the shop.

Everyone had disappeared.

What. "I said.." He took a deep breath and leaned over the table within a quick second "GUESS WHAT!?" His hot breath hit my face, I shuffled back almost falling off my chair "See.. now look what you made me do, when I say guess what you say what. Okay?" He straightened out his suit and sat back down. He smiled and cleared his throat "Now, let's start this again." He shuffled in his seat and looked directly at me again "I'm here for Sherlock and guess what?" He pointed towards me.

I shuffled uncomfortably "W-what?" He laughed then smiled.

"I'm supposed to be dead, and I am obviously more alive than ever!" His voice had a playful tone to it, as if he was not taking any of this serious. "And you know what?" He pointed at me again.

This man.. he was terrifying. "What?" I stared deep into his almost onyx eyes. They were mesmerizing.

"Your his neighbour, and you can do some stuff for me.. Because if not.." He paused for a second just enough for me to see the red dot pointed directly at my temple. He imitated a gun shooting my head. "So, are you going to compromise? I personally would." His smile was like the Cheshire Cats.

"What do you want from me?" I was shaking like a earthquake.

"Calm down honey, I'm not going to kill you.." He grinned before making a sick joke "Wait.. yes I am. Now I need you to listen, if you don't I will most likely kill you as you have no other use for me." He played around with his tie. "You're going to spy for me, on Sherlock as it seems we need to have a catch up sooner or later. So I need you to just be normal, but not normal if you know what I mean." He stopped talking and looked as if he was thinking "If you don't I'll skin you." He leaned forward and rested his elbows on the table "And you most likely will not enjoy it." He paused for a second "Unless your into that." He winked.

Fucking hell.

I got up quickly and he swiftly suggested "I think you should sit back down." I shook my head slowly. "Now." His voice had gotten more dark and deep than before, something about this man just made me want to run for the hills, something else made me want to stay here and talk.

I sat back down moodily "I-I need to know something.." He stared as if shocked.

"I'll ask the questions here honey." He fiddled with his watch "Listen, you are going to compromise." He looked down at his watch yet again "If not I'll get my useful sniper to just.." He mimicked a gunshot again. Basically I was going to get shot if I don't do what he says.

He stood up quickly "Listen, I've got to go, I'm a busy man. Stay out of trouble and.." He looked around as if trying to remember what to say "Don't forget to spy on Sherlock." He had a quick sip of his tea that I never noticed before putting it back down on the table "I had a good time, hope we can have another 'date' again." He smiled and planted a kiss on my cheek. "Bye." He slipped on his coat as he went outside the sandwich shop.

I didn't even know his name.

I looked down to the table to find a fresh cup of tea and a business card

Jim Moriarty

Consulting Criminal please contact email

Jim Moriarty, I had heard of his name before.

I looked to find a newspaper beside it with JIM MORIARTY in bold letters on the front page.

The man with the keys, well that is what the news paper said. Apparently he had infiltrated a prison or something like that. I swiftly turned the page to find a picture of him in the Crown Jewels with a deadly grin, and playful eyes.

Jesus Christ, I have only just moved here and I'm already involved with a psychopath.

I sighed deeply and rested my elbows on the table, I looked down at the tea. I don't trust it, he seems like the kind of guy that would probably poison it.

I grabbed the small business card and the newspaper and put them inside my coat pocket.

Where did everyone go? I looked around the shop to see isolated cups of tea and chairs pushed out, even the person who was supposed to be managing the shop had disappeared.

The bell on the door let out a little door signalling someone was coming it, I heard the deep voice from the other side "Er, hi.. are you.. I mean is this sandwich shop open?" He walked through slightly shy.

He was tall and had messy brown hair his hand ruffled through it making it even more messier "Yeah, well.. It was and the sandwich dude disappeared" I smiled at him earning a cheeky little smile back.

He laughed and fiddled with his obviously over used brown jacket "You can sit here with me if you want" I smiled again hoping to see his cheeky smile again. He started making his way over to me, he stared at my naked legs. Sugar I forgot I only had a coat on.

His eyes wouldn't stop staring at them, I quickly folded them showing him I knew he was staring he immediately stopped and went a crimson red "The names Samuel.. or Sam, I don't mind.." He held out his hand waiting patiently for me to shake it.

I put my hand in his. His hand had completely covered mine, it was giant but had a protective grip. I felt the tension between us. It felt like hours before I finally mumbled "Mines..Beatrix." I let go of his hand.

He awkwardly sat down and stared at the half drunk cup of tea "Was you here with someone?" He didn't even mind prying.

"Uh.. Yeah he left." He stared and tilted his head slightly as if confused.

"He? I wonder why he would leave such a beautiful lady by herself."His smirk suddenly had destroyed any hopes of him being innocently cute towards me but okay, What. This dude was hitting on me and I don't even know him.

I forced a smile on my face "I-I don't know." Oh dear god, I'm probably going to end up making a stupid joke.

He threw a piece of paper across the table skilfully, it slid perfectly into my view as if he usually did this. Was this his number? I stared confused at the small piece of paper "I was thinking perhaps you would like a date?" He smiled expecting me to throw my number right back at him, well he was wrong, I wasn't one of them girls.

"Perhaps." I slipped the piece of paper into my pocket stealthily before standing up "I might give you a call." In all honesty, I probably won't, He may look like a complete sex god but I am no whore.

I waved my hand slightly "Bye, see you later. Maybe." I walked away as cool as a cucumber. Please don't trip.. I had managed to get myself to the door safely.

I took giant steps to make this awkward fleeing moment go quicker. Within a couple of steps I had made it to my house, perhaps I should get in before he follows me or something.

I swiftly opened and the creaky door trying to comprehend what had just happened.

I was immediately welcomed by Sherlock's face "God you look a mess." He looked me up and down before shoving me out the way and slamming the door in my face. He didn't even give me time to come up with a witty come back. I shrugged and walked up the stairs, why did that Sam person want me to come on a date with him? Oh my god.. Did he think I was an actual whore?

Every single fucking time.