Jim watched the cab carrying the strange girl pull away. She was just like him, granted, she was a little younger, and seemed to enjoy different styles of music than him. Other than minor differences, they were the same.
Was she what he was looking for in Sherlock? She was intelligent, and cunning. She knew how to manipulate and make the world bow to her. She could see things that even Sherlock didn't see. She was perfect, even being as short as she was, she couldn't be taller than 5'3, she was perfect. Jim called his driver over, and ordered that he be taken home. He remembered the way she shifted, pretending to be nervous, the way she chewed on her full bottom lip. And how those lips were the color of blood.
He was intrigued. She must be bold. Then again, nothing she did contradicted that. Everything thing Birgit Maloney did was bold, from the way she walked, the way she dressed, the shoes she wore, and the way she played with him. He liked a bold woman, he enjoyed breaking them, but did he want to break Birgit? No, he was looking forward to something else she had offered. A permanent distraction. He knew she was right. He couldn't ignore her now. He would either have to begin a game of cat and mouse with her, or work with her. Both would be exciting.
He thought about her eyes, those playful eyes that held so many secrets. Things he wanted to learn. Everything about the American girl was something different, something new, yet something so familiar. He shook his head. Her accent. She was from New York, he usually enjoyed the bustling city, but he had important things to do. So many preparations had to be made. His grand finale was coming up. He looked at his phone, trying to get anything done. Anything at all.
But she wouldn't leave his mind. Those red lips. Her hair sticking up wildly in all directions, her tiny hand that held onto his arm. She seemed so tiny, though her personality and aura made up for her 5'2 frame. Her modesty frustrated him. Normally he found it a positive thing in a woman. But he wanted to know everything about her, how her skin would feel against his. How she would bruise. She seemed so delicate, he knew he could bruise that porcelain skin far too easily.
Birgit, even her name harassed him. He loved the way it rang in his ears. The way it felt on his lips. He wasn't getting this girl out of his mind anytime soon. Jim struggled to finish the day being productive. He was able to push her to the corners of his mind enough to get some work done, but she was always there, teasing him with her eyes. And that night when he went to sleep, he dreamed of Birgit Maloney. Though he would never admit it to a single soul.
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I got home and pulled off my dress. Today was a good day. I pulled on jeans and a black tank top and sat at my desk, I picked up my trumpet. Jim was inspiring to me. Making me want to be creative, to want to express myself. I clutched the cool metal to my chest. I remembered the way my body reacted to his voice, his nearness. I smiled knowing that I had gotten to the world's consulting criminal. I wanted to do something, but nothing needed done. I had taken care of everything in the three days of my lockdown. It was early, but late enough for dinner. I ordered take out and decided to spend the night in. I watched movies and ate my food. When the hour grew too late, I showered. I had pushed Jim Moriarty to the back of my mind, but that night he detached himself from the shadows and danced with me in my dreams.
I woke the next morning, showered again and dressed. I didn't have any plans for today, no where to be. Nothing to do. I looked at my calendar. I would be going back to New York at the end of the month. I felt my heart flutter at the thought of being able to spend as much time with Jim as I could. There was a sharp rap at my door.
"One moment." I called, pulling on my shoes. I pulled on a green sweater over my black tshirt, I was wearing dark washed jeans and my converse. I opened the door and found Jim Moriarty. I smiled. I knew he would come, but I expected him to make me wait.
"Mr. Moriarty, what can I do for you?" I asked, taking him in. He was wearing a suit, this one was grey. He leaned against my door frame like he owned it. I had to bite my tongue to keep from licking my lips.
"You are a tricky one aren't you?" He asked, pushing off the frame and herding me back into the flat, slowly closing the door behind him.
"I dont know what you could possibly mean." I said, smiling, I knew exactly what he meant. He couldn't stop thinking of me either. He sauntered around the flat, taking everything in.
"Boring place you've got here ." He said, taking note of my disorganized desk.
"I'll be leaving for New York soon, I didn't want to waist the time decorating." I said, scooping up pieces of paper, alining them, then putting them in files.
"When is your flight?" He asked, I sat on my desk.
"In a couple of weeks. Why would you care Mr. Moriarty? I'm hardly anyone to take into account." I said. He strode up to me. Ever confident, his hands in his pockets like he didn't have a care in the world.
"On the contrary Ms. Maloney, you're at the top of my list, right next to Sherlock."
"Thank you jimmy." I said.
"I didn't mean it as a compliment." He retorted. I raised my eyebrow. He smiled and looked away like a bashful school boy. "Alright, yeah I did.''
"Is there something you wanted Moriarty? I'm not exactly in a location that's in your every day route." I smiled. I wanted him to say it. To say that he couldn't stop thinking about me.
"Please, call me Jim." He said. I bit at my lip and looked up at him. He was purposely avoiding the topic.
"Does this mean you don't want just a professional relationship, Jim?" I asked quietly, looking up at him. The look he gave me sent chills down my spine.
"We both know that you never wanted a professional relationship." He said, standing closer to me. I smiled as he traced small circles on my knee." All I could think about last night was how you would look, taking that dress off. How it would feel to have your skin against mine." his voice became husky and quiet. He felt it too. My heart gave a little flutter. I smiled, thinking about what he had just said. Savoring it. I reached out and grabbed his tie, pulling him closer to me by it. Until I could press my lips against his.
He returned the kiss immediately, his hands found my hips, pulling me closer to him. I released his tie and wrapped my arms around his neck. I was enveloped by passion, I never wants these moments to end. His hands moved up my sides, I felt him squeeze my ribs, then he pushed my sweater off my shoulders, his mouth moving from mine own to my neck. His cologne was intoxicating, but his mouth against my skin was even more so. I gasped as he bit me lightly, I pushed his suit jacket off his shoulders and untied his tie. Flinging both items into oblivion. I had just began unbuttoning his shirt when my phone rang. I went to answer it but Jim caught my hand.
"Let it go." He murmured, kissing my palm, I giggled and let myself be swept up once more. It wasn't two minutes later when the blasted thing went off again. I cursed.
"It's got to be important." I said, stopping him. I reached over and grabbed my phone, answering it.
"What?" It was one of my underbosses, Ross.
"Boss, we have a situation here in New York." He sounded frazzled and frustrated. I smiled as Jim kept kissing my neck.
"It had better be important." I hissed at him.
"It is boss, you know I don't call unless it's important. It's the Zinerva girl and her friend Jane." I froze, and put my hand on Jim's chest, pushing him off me a little.
"Go on." I said, grinding my jaw. The syndicate had strict instructions to leave them alone.
"They were caught snooping around one of the warehouses in downtown, and some of the lowers panicked and captured them. We have them now." I felt my anger boil over.I moved around Jim.
"What was that Ross? I couldn't hear you over the sound of how STUPID you are." I screeched. I took a breath. " Know that if you find this to be funny, like some sort of joke I will take you to Hell myself." I said quietly.
"We have Zinerva and Jane tied up at warehouse 13. " He sounded done with his life. I turned around, so that Jim couldn't see just how angry I was getting. "You boys were told to leave them alone, no matter how close they got." I told him.
"I know we were boss, but they panicked, they didn't mean nothing by it." he tried do defend two street rats I didn't care about.
"They didn't mean anything by it." I corrected, malice dripping from my words. I paced around the room, after a few moments of uncomfortable silence, ross spoke up.
"What do you want us to do?" he asked. I shook my head.
"Keep them sedated until I can get there, I'm on the next flight out. " I said, hanging up.
I hung up on my underboss and called Damon, my irritation growing.
"Yeah?" He answered, it sounded as if my call had woken him up.
"We have a situation back in New York. Pack a bag and get over here book a set of tickets for the next flight to the city while you're at it." I spoke quickly.
"The next flight isn't until one." I cursed, it was only ten, I needed to be on the way now.
" Fine book it."
"It's done." His short reply came .
"Be here for me at 12." I said hanging up before I heard his answer. I paced, it wasn't that hard to leave two simpering girls alone. Jim was sitting in my chair. A smirk playing at the corners of his lips.
"It sounds big." He said.
"One of my underbosses got himself into a world of trouble." I said, being vague on purpose.
"Zinerva and her friend I assume." I nodded. He tilted his head," you look tense, why don't you come here?" I smiled.
"As much as I would love too I have to get things ready." I told him.
"Don't worry about it. Take your computer and perhaps your trumpet, the important things that you need, I'll take care of the rest. I'll hold onto your things until your able to return." He said. I smiled, he was a sweet talker.
"I won't be able to return for a while Jim." I said walking towards him.
"It's no matter. We'll make it work. You'll take of Zinerva, my plans for Sherlock are already drawing to a close." He said, pulling me into his lap. I smiled, as he placed a kiss on my lips. I pulled away from him.
"I can't, not right now." I said, I stood and moved around my flat.
Jim frowned, but got up and followed her, they ended at the window.
"You knowwwww I've never enjoyed the company of such a beautiful mob boss." He snaked his hands around my hips, I felt him behind me and leaned against him.
"You could always come with me." I said. "I could show you New York."
"I've been to New York." He stated.
"You've only seen half of New York, you don't know the city like I do." I replied. I turned in his arms and looked up at him.
"I can't right now darling, I have my own problems to deal with." I sighed.
" I don't know when I can come back, this wasn't apart of my plan. " I told him.
"I have a feeling you can work it out and do so lavishly." He purred. I rested my head against his chest.
"I'll be right back, I rather be ready than be late." I still had over an hour, but I'd rather take my time than rush. I pulled out the pant suit I wanted to wear yesterday and disappeared into my bathroom, I kept my ear open for Jim going through things he shouldn't. I packed up my make up and hair products when I was done, I was only bringing a few things, I left most of my things in New York.
I put my suit coat on the back of my chair, and rolled up the sleeves on the red, button up shirt.
"Do you play classical?" He asked, jerkin his chin at my trumpet lightly.
"A bit, I tend to play jazz more often though." I said. He smiled.
"I'd love to hear you play some time." I looked over my shoulder and him and grinned.
"Maybe one day when your in New York you can see me perform at one of the clubs my underbosses own. "
"I was hoping more for a private concert." He smirked, I chuckled.
"We'll see." I said packing my trumpet, the important files, music, and my computer and it's charger. I walked over to the bed where my charger was, and where Jim was laying.
"You are unusual, most women don't refuse me." He said, watching me.
"I'm not most women doll face." I said unplugging my charger and stuffing it into my bag. I walked back over to him, setting my bag on the ground. "Besides, most women don't have you wrapped around their little finger." I said, straddling him. He smiled.
"Don't flatter yourself darling, I am not wrapped around your little finger." I chuckled and leaned forward.
"Face it boy, you're whipped." I said, inches from his face. He brushed my cheek with his hand.
"I'm not the only one sweetheart." I smiled, just as there was a knock on my door. I glanced at my watch.
"Time for me to go doll face." I said, getting off of him. "Do a girl a favor and keep an eye on my flat?" I put the key on my desk.
"Will you call?" He asked sitting up.
I pulled my business card out of my suit jacket as I pulled it on, setting it next to the key.
"Only if you call first." I said, before leaving the flat. It would be good to be home, even if it was frustrating to leave in a middle of a project like this.
