Chapter 12

NOTE: A bit short, sry for that. Thank you very much for reading! I hope you enjoy the story because I´m getting more excited about it! Some more badass Gemma.

Gemma stood outside an abandoned building. The icy raindrops felt cool against her too hot skin. She felt like burning up. Nonetheless she shoved her hands deep into the pockets of an old green military parka and tilted her head up towards the rain. Without any make up and the faded jeans and sneakers she could be mistaken for a girl in her late teens. Better to know thy enemy had always been her devise. The house or the ruins of this building belonged to the new big up and coming drug dealer. A perfect place to sell just outside town close to a factory area. A lot of addicts hung around and with her cover Gemma fit in without being noticed. She knew the police would come out here for a drug bust in about 32 minutes. Thanks to her set up.

Normally she wouldn´t go on observation herself but she needed some kind of distraction. Her thoughts were occupied by pale blue eyes and having sex in dark alleys. Organization occupied most of her time and it was boring from time to time she liked to do some of the actual work herself. Heedfully she started towards an alley next to the building between this and another shabby building to its left. She passed some dumpsters and a guy with a black hoody standing behind it.

"Hey sweetheart!" He sneered taking a step forward.

Gemma ignored him and walked on keeping her head down and her shoulders hunched.

"Hey! Do you need something? I´m sure with your looks you don´t need to pay." Gemma took another step but the dealer grabbed her arm and turned her around.

"Yes you are a cutie!" He leaned closer opening the zipper of her parka. Gemma raised an eyebrow and chuckled. "You really should not do this, but there is something I need." He backed her up against the wall pushing his face against her neck. "What do you need?" He whispered against her skin.

She grabbed his wrist with her right and his hair with her left and set her leg behind his. "What the fuck…" He stumbled backwards tripping over her leg and fell to the wet concrete. "You bitch!" He snarled trying to get to his feet but Gemma kicked him hard in the face and he fell back blood exploding from his nose. Gemma kneeled down on his body grabbing his neck. "So sweetheart," she breathed in his face, "Is the boss at home?"

"Why should I tell you?" He chocked and Gemma punched him with her free hand. The drug dealer made a pained noise. Feebly he tried to struggle away what only caused Gemma to push her knee into is abdomen.

"I repeat: IS THE BOSS AT HOME?!" The man underneath her coughed up some of the blood that ran in his mouth from his bleeding nose. "Yes he´s in. He´s in!"

"Great!" She punched him out. Gemma got up and checked her watch it were 24 minutes left. Her hair was wet by now sticking to her face. She whipped her hand on the unconscious man´s hoody and walked to the back door. The door was a run down as the rest of the building so she simply kicked it open and stepped inside a room that had been a kitchen once.

Four guns were pointed at her and surprised expressions set on her small form. A man in an expensive suit stood behind the men with the guns. Gemma flashed them a crooked smile hands in the pockets of her parka.

"Good evening, gentleman."

The man in the suit stepped forward mirroring her smile.

"Miss Moriarty. What are you doing here?"

"Giving you a heads up. Police will be here in approximately 20 minutes."

"You messed up my business, Moriarty. To come here is not the smartest move." He took another step towards her into the light that hung from the ceiling; she could see his grey hair and his dark eyes clearly now.

"I came to warn you, I´m kind of a fair player. I don´t appreciate someone coming in this city and building up a new business threatening my own. I think you may understand my motives, Mr. Richards." She stroked a strand of dark hair from her eyes. Guns were still pointing at her but she wasn´t concerned; two throwing knives were stashed in her pockets a gun in her back pocket.

"I´ve heard a lot about you. People say you´re crazy but they also say you´re a man. I prefer to form my own opinion and I see you are clearly no man but crazy or probably reckless is the better word. No one threatens my business, Moriarty. You should´ve gathered information about who you´re dealing with." His friendly tone was completely gone and had turned into an ice cold hiss. Gemma laughed lightly before she stopped to fix her eyes on Mr. Richards with a cold glare.

"I don´t like your style, Mr. Richards. I did my homework and I know whom I´m dealing with. Make no mistake and underestimate me. I am the best. So two things, number one: Come in my way again and you won´t have time to regret it. Number two: Call me crazy again and you will have weeks to regret it." She winked and turned on her heels to leave.

"Why shouldn´t I kill you right now?"

"Oh please try me." She said mockingly over her shoulder and left the same way she came. The police sirens howling in the distance and Gemma considered staying to see if Sherlock was with them but Lestrade wouldn´t take an addict to a drug bust if he could prevent it. So she left and headed back to her office.

Moran was furious when she returned. "Are you out of your mind?! Going in there alone without backup?! Just because you´re bored?!"

Gemma raised her eyebrows while drying her hair with the towel Moran just threw at her.

"I can handle myself, Moran. I needed to know whom I´m up against. His business is shut down for now but Mr. Richards doesn´t strike me us the guy who will accept when he´s defeated. He will most certainly come back."

"Gemma." He sighed pained expression on his face.

"Moran, you´re not my babysitter nor my husband. Don´t treat me like I´m not knowing what I do." Her voice was soft, she couldn´t risk to upset him she needed him.

"Oh please Gemma, don´t give me that shit!" She gave him a smirk and threw the towel in his face.

"See you tomorrow, Sebastian!" She turned grabbed her dark coat and headed out the door of her office.

She checked her phone once she was outside. Sherlock had written her a message to come to his apartment tomorrow night.

'You don´t get to order me around, Sherlock. What about tonight? GM' She replied a smile on her face.

'I´m busy. At a drug bust. Boring. SH' Sherlock stood close to the building Gemma had been an hour ago with a lot of policemen arresting junkies and dealers. Gemma cursed inwardly, she should´ve stick around a little longer. A few minutes later she got another text.

'I just heard the most interesting story from a beat up drug dealer. SH'

'Do tell. GM'

'He said that there was a girl with dark hair who beat him up and asked for the boss. Further he witnessed her kicking in a door and threatening the boss while four guns were hold to her head. SH'

'Who might that´ve been? GM'

'I don´t know, sounds crazy and stupid and reckless. I´ve someone in mind...who might come to my apartment tomorrow night to get fucked. SH'

'Didn´t know you were one for dirty talk ;) See u tomorrow. GM'

Gemma felt far too excited this wasn´t about sex. But she would never admit that she had feelings like this.