Kuon and Push To Shove: Both of you asked if it is Jimmy. My answer is mayyyyybe. haha read on to find out :D
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Anyway, here's my favorite chapter so far!
Chapter Eight: We're Alike, You And I.
Melissa parked her car in the abandoned parking lot near the warehouses on Perry Street. The warehouses had been abandoned for over twenty years and the road leading to them was bumpy and out of use. She climbed out of her car and shut the door. She looked for Warehouse 3, immediately spotting it on her left.
As she approached the dilapidated building, she patted her jacket pocket to make sure that her gun was still there. She scanned the front of the building for a door, but found that there were only windows twenty feet above her head. Rounding a corner, she found a door hanging by its hinges. There was just enough room for her to squeeze past it without having to push the door open any further.
Melissa drew her gun, keeping it aimed ahead of her. She considered taking her high heels off to stop any noise from warning whom she was about to meet, but decided against it. The place was falling apart and the last thing she needed was to step on something sharp. She walked slowly and silently, trying to be extremely quiet. She looked around the large, somewhat empty room. The ceiling was beginning to cave in in certain parts, letting sunlight in yet also casting eerie shadows everywhere.
She walked across the room until she reached a hallway. On her left, another door stood open. She looked down the hallway first to make sure it was empty. She peered into the seemingly empty room and slowly walked into the room, gun still drawn. She found herself in a room similar to the large one she had just come from. She walked around in a circle, making sure that the room truly was empty. When she was certain there was no one else there, she lowered the weapon to her side. She peered at a grimy window in front of her, trying to decipher what the letters that were written in the grime spelled.
"Hee-eey," a voice singsonged playfully behind her. She whirled around and raised her gun.
"Now, now," said the man, with an Irish accent. "Don't aim that at me," he added with a smile, still nothing but playful.
Melissa remained silent, taking in the scene before her. She didn't lower her weapon. The man stood in the doorway, blocking her only escape from the room. He had dark hair and eyes and was wearing a dark colored suit. She could tell that his dark blue tie had little white skulls on it. She wasn't positive, but his suit looked like it was –
"Westwood," interrupted the voice, as if reading her thoughts. "You're a woman after my own heart." Melissa blinked, confused. "That lovely dress you're wearing is Westwood too." His eyes moved up and down her body. "Ooooh, and Louboutins. Expensive." He smiled.
"What do you want?" Melissa asked, ignoring his comment.
"I simply want to chat," he said, taking a few slow steps into the room.
Melissa stepped back. She wouldn't let him get too close.
"Do you normally conduct conversations at gunpoint?" he asked, still approaching her. "That doesn't seem very friendly." At that he reached out and lowered her gun with his left pointer finger. "That's better," he added, smirking again.
As he took another step towards her, she raised her gun again, aiming right at his chest. "Take one more step and I will kill you," Melissa threatened.
"Oh, I'm sure you will," he said lightly. She got the feeling he was enjoying teasing her.
"I'm serious," she retorted, taking a small step towards him so that the gun was touching his chest.
"I know you are, darling," he replied softly. He took a small step back, before adding, "Just like you murdered that little boyfriend of yours."
The gun clattered to the floor.
"Never thought that would get out, did you?" he continued as he began to walk around her. "I'm assuming you didn't like the fact that he had another girlfriend?"
Melissa didn't respond. She felt him stop right behind her.
"Wondering how I know?" he said, close to her ear.
Chills ran down her spine. He began walking again, making a full circle. When he was in front of her again, he continued, "I read about you online. Always helping the police solve crimes. But then! – " he continued walking circles around her, " – a murder at your school! And you didn't help with the investigation. Why else would a woman who had been helping out in every other case distance herself from a murder on campus?" He stopped in front of her again. "Because she murdered him."
Melissa could feel the shocked expression on her face. No one was supposed to find out about this. No. One.
"Your friends must not have known you two were together. Otherwise the police would have questioned you," he continued, as he began to slowly walk around her again. "You must've been wondering why he wanted to keep your relationship a secret. But when you found out about his other girlfriend – " he stopped in front of her again, " – well the rest is history. His girlfriend gets framed and you get off. No one knows." He smiled as he finished his tale.
"That's ridiculous," she whispered.
"No," he said, as if speaking to a child. "It's not."
Melissa looked at the floor for a moment, trying to gather her thoughts. She took a deep breath. She then slowly picked her gun off the floor and aimed at Moriarty's chest once more.
"Oh," he said, mock-surprised. "Interesting."
"'Rich Brook,'" Melissa said. "Funny how that just happens to translate to Reichenbach in German."
"Goood. You caught that," he replied. "I was beginning to think the joke was lost on everyone but Sherlock. I guess it just goes to show how dull ordinarypeople are."
"What do you want?" Melissa asked him once again.
"I want to help you," he said, leaning towards her.
Melissa narrowed her eyes, waiting for him to elaborate.
"Sherlock is getting in your way," Moriarty alleged. "Let me help you crack your cases wide open before he even has a chance to investigate the crime scene. I can get you back on top."
"Why would you want to help me?" she asked, suspicious of his true intention.
"Because you deserve to be on top," he replied smoothly.
Melissa stared at him and slowly lowered her gun.
"James Moriarty," he finally said, flashing her a smile and extending his hand. Melissa stared at him, not willing to shake hands with the devious consulting criminal. Instead, he reached out for Melissa's left hand and brought it to his lips. Just as he placed a kiss upon her hand, she pulled it from his grip.
"Don't touch me," she said firmly.
He took a step towards her and whispered, "Don't worry, darling. We're alike, you and I."
"I am nothing like you," Melissa spat, pushing past him. She expected him to try to stop her but he made no effort to keep her from running away. She ran back to her car, hoping to put as much space between Moriarty and herself as possible.
Moriarty makes his grand entrance! Yay.
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