guest - thanks! it is admittedly one of my favourite things, playing with the light and dark side of characters :)

Pudd forever - thanks! it means a whole lot to me, as this is mostly an exercise in me trying out villainous characters, its great to here that it's working! :)

3 Harry's POV

The day after Dougie's little confession, I was lulling about in his office while he sorted out some more business when one of the lackeys knocked on the door.

"Come in." I called, leaning back on the chair, legs over one arm, head resting on the back, looking at the flustered man. He looked downright scared... This could prove interesting. "What is it?" I asked when he situated himself in front of the mahogany desk.

"It's... It's, I think we may have a problem Sir." He stuttered out, not meeting my eyes.

"Well spill it then, I don't have all day." I hurried him, knowing that by now Dougie would have probably have had his head for being so slow. I was slightly nicer to the lackeys around here, but still, if they annoyed me, they knew it.

"I-I think, I think there's another, erm, someone of his intellect around... And he's working with the police... He solved one of our clients scenarios." The man stuttered again, what did he just say?

"What? Had me that file!" I snatched the file out of his hands, hardly believing him. There was no way there was another man of the same intelligence as Dougie who had solved one of our clients problems. It was one of the things Dougie did, people sometimes wanted to disappear, or needed someone getting rid of but didn't want to get caught, for no small sum of money Dougie gave them a plan and sometimes helped them implement the scenario. It obviously wasn't strictly legal, but since when was anything we did legal? We trafficked drugs and people! Tortured others, murdered even more! Legal wasn't exactly our forte, hence Consulting Criminal.

But as I read through the file, I realised that this man was right. The police were working with a Consulting Detective of all things, someone who was slowly gaining fame through a blog, solving the impossible cases. And he'd solved one of ours. One of our clients was now in jail because this man had solved their disappearance, realised that our clients wife wasn't as upset as she should have been, figured out our client was in the Bahamas, waiting for his wife to join him in a few months. F*ck.

"How did you find this out?" I glared at the man in front of me, noticing he was shaking, good.

"I-I, I was scouring police reports... It's my job, to scour them for clients, companies we can take over, or any signs of our jobs being solved... I-It was on the front page of a low level newspaper!" He explained, voice shaking in time with himself.

"Right. I'm going to find Dougie, you go and search for more of this Consulting Detective. Dougie will want to know more." I stormed out of the office, heading straight to Dougie, knowing that he'd want to know straight away.

I found him quickly, exactly where I expected him to be. He was down a few floors, looking over some more of the finer details of a bank before we had it robbed. Not for ourselves of course, money wasn't exactly important to us, not when you could blackmail your way through everything, but instead for a client. They wanted to frame another head of the committee of the bank for robbery, Dougie was figuring out how to do it. He was having some trouble with it considering face recognition software was a tough thing to fool, but he liked a puzzle, they were his favourite kind of scenario plans.

"Harry I don't care how horny you are, I can't have sex with you now, I'm in the middle of planning." Dougie told me without even turning round to look at me. It always freaked me out when he could tell it was me coming into the room, just by how I walked.

"I don't want sex right now Dougie... I think that we either have a problem, or that 'fun' thing you said you were looking for." I answered, not unused to his blunt responses to our sex life. It was pretty active, and yes I did sometimes get bored and wanted to have a little fun, but I soon learned that if Dougie was in the middle of a puzzle like this, I wasn't getting any. If it was an easy thing that Dougie could do in his sleep, well, that was another matter. Apparently today was a 'do not disturb day' but I was pretty sure he'd want to know this.

"Oh really? What are we talking about here? Incredibly difficult bombers to deal with, government members needing bribes?" Dougie enquired, turning round, but still looking at his papers.

"No, a Consulting Detective." I made him laugh out loud, a sound that should have really come from a child, though Dougie was anything but. I still couldn't believe some days that he'd achieved all of this by the time he was twenty-six years old, but I guessed he had the intelligence, and well, he was scary enough to manage it when he needed to be.

"A Consulting Detective?! What a ridiculous notion! There's no such thing! And why would they be anything but an ant under my boot?" Dougie laughed, looking at me now.

"Well if I'm being honest, Consulting Criminals don't really exist either Dougie. But this guy, this guy is good, IQ as high as yours if not higher, consults for the police, and has solved the Roberts case." I threw him the file, watching his face carefully to see his reaction to this as he read through the file.

Slowly it went from boredom, to annoyance, to a malicious, evil smile, delight dancing behind his eyes. "Harry, I think we're going to be having a lot of fun with this Consulting Detective." Dougie's eyes beamed.