Hey guys! Here I am, coming at you with yet another chapter! Some of you are curious about Ana's intentions here and her motives. Not to worry, it will all be revealed in due time. I hope you enjoy!

She was more than angry. She was fuming.

Ana stormed into the worn down apartment building, not pausing to say hello to the landlady. She just stood at the foot of the stairs, smoking her cigarette, looking startled and a little tired. None the less, this building wasn't in the best part of town and she'd gotten accustomed to not even asking when angry people came bursting in and out of the building. It was just safer to not get involved.

Ana stomped up the stairs, not pausing when she made it to the top floor. Luckily, Moriarty had left his door unlocked and so she opened the door and stormed into the flat. He'd fixed it up quite a bit since he'd first moved in. From the outside, it looked like it was going to be a hell hole; much like all the other flats in the building. However, Moriarty would die before he'd shack up in a sub-par flat. Ana could only guess how much money he'd poured into the flat since moving in. However, at the current moment, she couldn't really care less.

Jim Moriarty was sitting at the couch, sipping a cup of tea, with a worn out copy of The Prince unfolded on his lap. As usual, he was dressed up in a crisp black suit. He didn't look startled in the least by Ana's rather sudden appearance into his home, but then again it took quite a bit to startle this man.

"Good day, Ana. How're you doing?" He greeted her in a sing song voice, feigning complete and total innocence.

"Save it!" She snapped, kicking the door shut behind her. Moriarty smirked to himself, closing his book and setting his tea down on the table next to him. All it did was frustrate Ana even more to see that he seemed to have been expecting her. "Why didn't you tell me that John had moved out of 221B?!"

"I didn't think it was important." He mused, folding his hands patiently in his lap.

"Don't you dare!" She yelled, wanting to smack that smug look off of his face. "I am not other people! I am not some idiot! That excuse may work on your stupid hired hands, but it won't work on me! I know that everything you do, you do for a reason! You wanted me in that flat, one way or another. I refused to break in for you, so now instead you leave out an important piece of information so that I make my way over there! Why? Why are you so determined to get me in that flat?!"

"I'm not." He replied, tilting his head to the side like a puppy. Ana gritted her teeth at his composure. "I don't particularly care if you do go to their flat or not, but my intention is not to get you into 221B. If I wanted to go to 221B, then I could. I've been there before and it wouldn't take much to get me in there again."

"Then, what're you doing?" Ana asked in a much calmer voice than before, coming down from her anger.

"I'm making you interesting." He admitted, wiggling his eyebrows in a seductive fashion. "If you want to get to Sherlock, you need to pique his interest. I trust that you've done so?"

"Well...I suppose..." She said, taking a seat on the chair across from him. Moriarty picked up a teacup and poured some from the little kettle he had placed on a tray. He handed it to Ana, waiting for her to elaborate. "He didn't seem impressed when I first got there but by the time I left he seemed more fascinated."

"That's good." Moriarty praised, picking up his own cuppa and sipping at it. "We still have quite a way to go, but we're making progress."

Ana nodded in return, she opened her mouth to respond when there came a knock at the door.

"Ana, come here." Moriarty uttered in a low voice. Ana scrunched her brow at him, unsure what he meant. "Come sit on my lap."

"Blaine..." A voice came from the other side of the door.

"Now!"

Ana complied, a look of complete confusion on her face. As she felt his leg under her butt, she couldn't help but note that this was the closest she'd ever been to Moriarty. He usually kept his distance, but right now they were in closer contact than anyone had been with Ana in a couple years.

He looked up at her his dark eyes, sparkling with mischief. "Do you trust me?"

"No." She admitted with a scoff.

"Hm, smart girl." He said with a smile, grabbing her face and smashing their mouths together.

Ana let out a surprised cry. Whatever it was that she thought he was planning on doing, it wasn't that. She tried to pull away, but he had a firm grip on the back of her head. Ana froze, trying to figure out what exactly was happening as Moriarty's mouth begin to move beneath her's.

"Kiss me back, right now." He whispered, a hint of hostility clear in his voice. Her head was spinning, racing even faster than it normally did. She was fighting to figure out what his motives were with kissing her out of the blue like this. Their relationship had never been like this before and she was much, much younger than him.

There was a sound of a door opening and suddenly, Moriarty released Ana. She jumped at the noise, clutching her chest trying to catch her breath.

"Oh! Jesus! I'm so sorry, Blaine! I didn't realize you were home...I-I I mean, I knocked and you didn't answer...so I kind of just assumed you weren't in...but, obviously you are..." A female voice came from the door. Ana turned her head and stared at the woman, her brain in a daze. The woman looked to be that same age as Moriarty, with long blonde hair that was braided back.

"It's fine, what can I do for you?" Moriarty replied, placing a possessive hand on Ana's knee. Suddenly, things started clicking for Ana and she leaned in closer to Moriarty, laid an arm over his shoulders, and began to stroke his hair.

"They accidentally dropped your package off at my place...I'm so sorry for intruding on you two! I honestly assumed you weren't home at the moment!" The woman gushed, her cheeks bright pink. Her hands were fumbling with the package in her hands.

"Oh, don't worry about it!" Ana mused, with a cordial smile. "Blaine and I were getting carried away, anyways."

"I guess that's what happens when you've got such a beautiful young woman on your lap." Moriarty said, scrunching his nose up in an adorable manner.

"Oh, stop it!" She returned. She couldn't believe she was kissing and flirting with Jim Moriarty right now, even if it was for a ruse.

He laughed, gazing at her with a smile that appeared genuine. If Ana wasn't trying to stay in character, she would have balked at his performance. He was so good, she could see an emotion emanating from his eyes that she had never seen from him before; love.

Ana smiled a little bigger than before, leaning down and planting a kiss on his mouth.

"Is this the girlfriend that you told me about?" The woman asked with a fake smile on her face. To be honest, the woman looked like she had just been hit by a bus.

"Oh, I'm so sorry! How rude of me! This is Shane, my girlfriend." Moriarty declared, giving my knee a squeeze. "Shane, this is Rachel. She lives right next door."

"Oh, nice to meet you Rachel!" Ana said with a smile.

"Like wise, Blaine has told me all about you." She said, nervously playing with the loose tape on the ends of the package.

"Oh, has he?" Ana looked down at Moriarty, the proud smile on her face masking the annoyance. "Only good things, I hope?"

"Of course." Rachel said, setting the package down on the table next to the chair that they were sharing. "I'm just gonna drop this here and go."

"Are you sure? I could make you a cup of tea." Ana asked, fully committed to the role she was playing. Ana suddenly felt a sting in her side, as Moriarty pinched her in warning. Ana ignored it and continued to stare at the woman with, what she hoped looked like, a friendly smile.

"No, I wouldn't want to intrude." Rachel said, backing away from the scene before her. "And I have things I have to do but, thank you. I hope to see you at my next party, Blaine?"

"Wouldn't miss it!" He said, waving at her with a smile that was very similar to Ana's.

Once the door was shut, Ana jumped up from Moriarty's lap.

"Blaine? Really?" She laughed, shaking her head. He laughed in return, high off of his lies.

"I couldn't put James Moriarty down when I applied for this flat, now could I? Do you realize how quick it would be until Mycroft found that?"

"And you told her I was your girlfriend?"

"Well, I meant for the girlfriend to remain completely fictional. She was getting that look in her eye. Like I'm going to get with someone as stupid as she is! I can't stand morons."

"And the kiss?"

"I thought it would finally drive the point home."

Ana took a deep breath and shook her head. "Well, at least I like the name."

"Shane?"

"Yeah, I think it suits me quite well." She said. "If I hadn't already introduced myself as Ana I would use it with Dr. Watson and Sherlock."

"It was a better idea to stick with your real name. The less you have to lie, the better. You are going to be hanging around Sherlock Holmes, after all."

"Why do you hate him? We both know why I do, but I never asked you."

"I don't hate him." Moriarty said simply, picking his book back up. "He and I are two sides of the same coin. I need him."

"Then why are you trying to kill him?"

He looked up at her, the look on his face like it should be obvious.

"He and I are are like Batman and Joker. He keeps my life interesting. I need to try to kill him because it gives me a challenge."

Ana nodded her head and turned to walk out of the flat.

"Oh, and Ana?" Ana heard his voice and she turned to look at him. "That kiss didn't mean anything."

"Don't flatter yourself, Blaine." She said with a smile as walked out the door, Moriarty's chuckle the last thing she heard as she shut the door behind her.

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