Chapter 2
I paid the driver and stepped out of the cab. Westminster Bridge, Seven o'clock. Here I was. But, where was he?
"Miss Lancaster?" A voice said from behind me. I turned to face it. A man clad in a slightly bloody, less-expensive-than-a-westwood-but-still-pretty-pricey suit looked me up and down. His sandy blonde hair was plastered to the top of his head by someone else's blood.
"Depends who's asking." I replied
"James asked me to pick you up. Said I'd find you here."
"Jim? Oh, I should have known. Never liked getting his hands dirty." I smirked, "How are you this fine evening Sebastian?"
"Absolutely wonderful El." Sebastian smirked back at me. He stepped back towards the car that was waiting on the bridge. I grinned at him and stepped in.
Sebastian pulled up next to a little restaurant near Baker Street. I smiled at him and stepped out.
Walking in I saw Jim near the back, away from prying eyes. He looked up as I got closer and his usually emotionless black eyes softened as he smiled at me.
"If you're going to ask someone to meet you somewhere, you're supposed to be there too, not in a completely different place." I joked. Jim's smile turned into a smirk as I sat down opposite him.
"Well, you know me. Full of surprises." His eyes hardened. "Speaking of which," he paused
"What do you want me to do? I'm not a Sebastian. You can't just expect me to do everything you say, no matter how persuasive you can be." He laughed. People think that psychopaths wouldn't laugh, they'd be stone-cold-killers. Yeah, some of them are. Not Jim. He tries to find amusement in everything. Mainly killing people, but, as I mentioned before- Jim's a psychopath.
I watched Jim from across the table while he, in turn, watched me. After about a minute, he smirked and leaned in closer.
"As I was saying before, I have a surprise for you." Jim purred. I raised my eyebrows, urging him on. "You always say that you want something else to do, besides the advising and pick-pocketing, well, I have just the thing."
"If you're suggesting that I do your dirty work for you then you can think again." I stood my ground, he was right of course, the world of advising and pick-pocketing was rather dull but, why would I let Jim know that?
"Even if I show you this?" Once again, Jim's smile turned into a smirk. He slid a piece of paper across the table, where it came from I didn't know. I turned it over and my eyes were met with a photo of a man. By the looks of things, he was quite tall, his hair was a dark mop of curls. He had piercingly blue eyes and really high cheekbones. Overall, quite an attractive man.
"Sherlock Holmes. Lives at 221B Baker Street. I want you to meet him." Jim said.
"And what makes you thing that I will?" I asked. "I have my own life, you've tried to boss me around before. Remember how that turned out?"
"How could I forget? You had me tied up in your basement for three days. Not many people could manage that. Anyway, I know you want to do this for me. Why wouldn't you? You're bored and this is just the sort of thing that could excite you. We're so similar you and I." Jim explained
"And how can I help you? You obviously want me to. You're infatuated with Holmes. What can I get you that nobody else can?" I leaned forward across the table, Jim followed suit
"Well…"