Thanks for the reviews and follows :) Sorry it took me a couple of days to post this been finishing with my last exam and have been feeling a bit under the weather. Sorry for any spelling errors, I try my best to proof read the hell out of my work but sometimes I slip up. I am only human! Alright, here we go!
Chapter Two
Once they all settled in their seats John finally piped up, "So, Evelyn what's new in your life?" Evelyn finished stirring the cream and sugar into her coffee, "Absolutely nothing." She laughed.
"Nothing. You have done nothing. I would think getting married and having your husband commit suicide is something more than nothing." Sherlock mumbled.
Evelyn glared fiercely at Sherlock. 'What an ass' she thought to herself while taking a sip of her coffee. She gave him a faint smile, "Well, if I really have to include every detail...after I came back I met my husband we were only together for about 6 months when he proposed to me. I was hesitant at first but accepted and we married a few month later. Things were happy and then one night I came home, went to go put a load of laundry in and found him hanging in the basement." She fought back tears but kept her expression stern.
John stayed silent, unsure of what to say. He could thing of a million words of comfort but none really seemed appropriate for his dear friend. He considered maybe punching Sherlock in the face as an apology for bringing her around such a terrible man. It was starting to register as the correct thing to do. He felt his fist clench.
"What about you John?" Evelyn broke his concentration and the tense doctor began to loosen up. "I struggled a bit after my return. But other than meeting this idiot nothing new either." Watson let out a small laugh before taking a long sip.
Sherlock huffed, "Idiot…" Evelyn tried to study Sherlock's demeanor and so far the only thing she could envision was a child. To her, Sherlock was nothing more than an overgrown child with an intelligence complex. She had no guilt in thinking these things...after all he was probably doing the same for her.
Her phone buzzed and she immediately dug through her coat pocket to find it. She was hoping it was some sort of emergency, something she could use as an excuse to get away from Sherlock making an ass of himself.
You look bored. - J.M
Evelyn shot up in her seat and looked around the small coffee shop. 'Where the hell is this person?' She wondered as she made eye contact with every individual inside.
Don't bother looking sweetheart, you won't find me. - J.M
She began typing her response but paused before hitting send. She looked down at her message then back up at John, who was absent mindedly staring out the window at a group of young ladies passing by then to Sherlock who was intensely staring at her.
"Problem?" Evelyn raised an eyebrow at him as she waited for him to either respond or look away.
"Not at all."
She let out a large sigh and hit send.
What if I want to find you? - E.P
Do you? - J.M
What was she thinking. Some random stranger had messaged her since maybe an hour ago and she was more than willing to go find this person and spend time alone with them. She was safe with Watson but would have to suffer dealing with Sherlock...but this person could be a serial killer or some young punk playing tricks on her. All Evelyn had to do was type 'yes' or 'no' and press that small green button on the screen.
Yes. - E.P
Alright. Exit the coffee shop and follow my directions. - J.M
Evelyn cleared her throat, "John I am really sorry but something just came up. I have to get going. I will email you tomorrow though and maybe just the two of us can go to lunch."
"Ar-are you sure? I can get a taxi to give you a lift?"
She stood up quickly putting on her winter coat, "No, no. I have to go meet with my friend, she's lonely and hates being alone. She just lives up the street. I'll be fine." She walked around the table to give him a hug and kiss on the cheek. She looked directly into Sherlock's eyes, "Bye."
"Have fun meeting your friend." Sherlock shouted after her as she left the shop in a hurry.
The cold air hit her face upon opening the heavy shop door. It turned her pale cheeks rose-colored, matching the colour of her lips now that her lipstick had worn off. She pulled out her phone and waited for her directions to meet this mystery person.
Head north for 3 blocks. - J.M
She crossed the street and followed north for sometime before she hit the 3 block. She took in her surroundings; run down housing and an empty junkyard. Regret starting flowing into her thought and her heart started to race. She waited.
"Great Evelyn. You're in the middle of sketch central waiting to meet with a complete stranger who probably wants to rape and murder you." She talked to herself as she paced back and forth on the corner trying to keep warm. The cold winter air was unrelenting on her bare legs.
Head left on Simon St. until you reach Brooke Avenue, then head north again for 4 blocks. - J.M
She debated just turning around or hailing a taxi to take her back to her hotel room.
Are you second guessing yourself dear? - J.M
Yes, well, no. I don't know. - E.P
She was thinking of turning around but her feet starting walking down Simon Street as if her body was in complete control. Her heart sped up with every street sign she looked up to as she walked down the street. 'Emmison', 'Walter', 'Cognent'… she read them out loud in her head to keep her preoccupied. She stopped dead in her tracks once she hit Brooke Avenue.
The junkyard and run down housing of the place she was at only minutes ago was now replaced with posh lofts and high-end department stores. She still though did not feel any more or less safe than before. As she turned the corner she was met with a huge gust of cold winter wind which blew back her long hair and made her brace a pipeline on the side of the building.
Those poor legs… - J.M
They're freezing. - E.P
Not too far. I promise. Once you walk up 4 blocks there is a building to your right. The door will be open, head up to the 8th floor. - J.M
She didn't care anymore about the moment she was in, she just wanted to get out of the cold air and into some place warm. She was sickened with herself when the thoughts of being warm but being murdered was more appealing than spending another second with Sherlock Holmes. Fifteen minutes were all it took for her to reach the building her mystery texter was describing, she reached for the door handle and paused before turning it. This was it, she was about to meet the person who had kept her interest for the night. She could end up heading home completely safe later or be one of John and Sherlock's murder mysteries. Being impulsive was never really part of her personality but after her husband's death she promised herself she would live her life to the fullest.
She took a deep breath and pushed open the door and headed to the lofts elevator. She closed the door and pressed the '8', illuminating the small button. When the elevator reached the floor she stepped out and looked down the hallway. There was only one door at the far end, her legs froze in their spot as she stared down the long corridor.
Come in when you're ready. It's warm. - J.M
The door at the end opened and she could see the glow of a fire inside and the scent of something delicious cooking. As her feet began to step forward she could feel her heart begin to palpitate and her hands trembled. She reached the doorway and stepped in cautiously.
A man stepped out of the bedroom holding a cellphone in his hands. His dark hair slicked back, a wide grinned spread across his face as he watched Evelyn's expression turn to utter surprise as she realized it was the man she had seen standing on the street corner while she was in the taxi with John.
"I-I saw you earlier…" was all she could manage to mumble out before he was behind her, slipping the jacket off of her small frame. "Who are you?" she spun around to have his face only inches away from her own. His cologne invaded her, his almost black eyes looked into her wide eyes.
"If I tell you, you have to keep me a secret." He hung her jacket up on a hook and closed the door. He motioned for her to go sit on the couch in front of the fire. She listened and took a seat, feeling the warmth of the fire on her legs. "I will." She said timidly as he took a seat directly beside her.
"My name is Jim Moriarty. I am no one special really...just someone who shares an utter disgust for Sherlock Holmes." He explained.
"Well that makes a lot of us." Evelyn chuckled.
Jim passed her a glass of wine as Evelyn reached out to accept the drink his grazed his fingers against hers causing what felt like electricity to run up her spine. "Thank you." She immediately took a deep gulp of the beverage to suppress any of the odd feelings like the one she just experienced.
"So...tell me about yourself. Please don't spare any details, I have a lot more alcohol if that will help." Jim grinned once more before taking a sip of his own glass of wine.
"I didn't know if I should have taken his body down myself or leave it there until authorities came." Evelyn was explaining her husband's death to her new-found friend, "I felt like I was disrespecting him just leaving him there but I-I just couldn't stop staring…" She reached for the now open vodka bottle on the table and poured herself another shot. It had to have been her 4th after 3 glasses of wine.
"You should probably slow down darling." Moriarty reached for the bottle and sealed it, placing it out of her reach. "Forgive me, but you don't seem overly grief-stricken from your husband's death. Why is that?"
"He beat me, raped me, hid me away from the world." She blurted out before covering her mouth. "I'm sorry, that was way too much information…" Evelyn buried his face in her hands to cover her shame. She could not believe she was spilling out her secrets to such an attractive stranger. She felt his warm hand on her knee and she raised her face from her hands to look into his eyes again.
"No such thing with me." He laughed, trying to make her move comfortable. "I should probably get going back to the hotel…" Evelyn attempted to stand but stumbled and fell backwards onto the couch, she stayed there in her dizzy state as Moriarty laughed.
"I will call you a taxi and walk you down." He stood up and helped her up, keeping her balanced against his body. His arms easily wrapped her delicate frame as she leaned her body into his.
Jim breathed in the scent of her hair, she really was exquisite to him. He slipped her jacket back on and led her to the elevator, staying quiet as she was beginning to slip into sleep. He shook her lightly, waking her up and led her to the front door where a taxi was waiting. Evelyn climbed in as Moriarty got her settled his face was dangerously close to hers. Her heart raced she just wanted to grab him furiously and drag him into the cab with her. Jim was causing her blood pressure to rise, her pupils to dilate, her centre to ache and she had no idea why let alone how he was doing this to her.
"Goodnight Eve." Jim leaned in and planted a small kiss on her temple. Evelyn breathing hitched lightly then he closed the taxi door and it took off towards her hotel. Jim walked back inside, she was exactly who he needed for his plan. He laughed loudly as he thought of the way he made her breathing hitch with only a small kiss...
This was going to be easy.