Jim waited in the registry office for his bride, he wasn't one for doing things normally, he liked the touch of the dramatic, he liked to keep people on their toes. His power lay in his ability to keep everyone around him off guard but today it was his turn to be on the back foot. He watched Brooke enter, arm in arm with his best friend. Her simple, sleek, white dress along with the up-do seemed to knock him for six.

"Close your mouth boss, you're catching flies." Seb said with a smirk, letting Brooke's arm go. She sauntered over to her fiancé, enjoying the power she seemed to possess over him. Once she stopped beside him the registrar started the ceremony.

"Dearly Beloved, we are gathered here today in the presence of these witnesses, to join James Moriarty and Brooke Richardson in matrimony; it is not to be entered into lightly but reverently, passionately, lovingly and solemnly. Into this - these two persons present now come to be joined. If any person can show just cause, why they may not be joined together - let them speak now or forever hold their peace." The registrar, bored with the rigmarole of all the weddings he had been subjected to in the past days and years continued in a monotone.

"And do you, James Moriarty, take Brooke Richardson to be your lawful wedded wife?"

"I do."

"Do you, Brooke Richardson, take James Moriarty to be your lawful wedded husband?"

"I do."

"Are there rings to be exchanged?"

"Yes." Jim said, producing a ring box containing two simple yet elegant platinum wedding bands from his pocket. Brooke looked at him wide eyed.

"And are there vows?"

"Brooke, I give you this ring as a sign of our marriage, as a token of my respect and admiration and as a symbol of our commitment to each other. I promise to protect and care for you, honour and respect you and share with you all that I have. May we look forward to our future together with hope and happiness and always remember the feelings we share for each other on this our wedding day." He placed the ring on her finger, smirking at her gaping mouth. "Your turn" He said with a chuckle, passing her his ring and her vows, written inside the box.

Holding his hand in one of hers she gently guided the ring onto his finger whilst saying, "James, I give you this ring as a sign of our marriage, as a token of my respect and admiration and as a symbol of our commitment to each other. I promise to love and care for you, honour and respect you and share with you all that I have. May we look forward to our future together with hope and happiness and always remember the feelings we share for each other on this, our wedding day."

"By the power vested in me by the State, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride."

James took Brooke into his arms, and dipping her down he kissed her, their lips melted together like mountain snow under the summer sun.

The register was signed and not half an hour later the three of them left the registry office. Jim, with his arm slung lazily around his new wife's shoulder, turned the simple band on his finger. Just the feel of it made something glow quietly inside the heart he never knew he had.

"So Mrs Moriarty, I think it's time you see where we're to live." He said, smirking at the slight confusion on his new wife's face.

"Of course, Mr Moriarty." She replied with a grin, she hadn't actually thought about anything that would come after the wedding. She honestly thought it would just be business.

"I can't have my wife living in that tiny apartment, no, you'll be far more comfortable in my place." He drawled. Sebastian, knowing what his boss was thinking, hailed a cab for the pair. The car pulled up to the side of the road, he opened the door, letting Brooke climb in first.

"I'll see you tomorrow boss." The army brat said, wondering whose sofa to kip on tonight.

"Don't come too early." Jim said with a wink, following his bride into the backseat of the taxi. Jim gave his address to the driver before turning his attention to his wife. His eyes seemed to burn into her as he took in the sight in front of him. She was radiant, loose curls falling effortlessly around her shoulders, he took one, twisting it around his fingers, brushing gently against her chin. A soft moan was released from her lips; he smirked, turning her towards him, his hand now fully entangling itself into her hair, which seemed so easily to fall from its bonds and down her back. She looked into his deep brown eyes, filled with lust, and pulled him by the tie, until his lips locked to hers. The kiss, deep and lasting, was rather rudely interrupted by the cabbie who coughed pointedly. Jim turned, shooting one of his most terrifying looks to the unsuspecting driver.

"We're here." The driver said, hoping the couple would just leave with no reprisals. "That'll be £20." He added, instantly regretting the words. Jim was about to pounce when Brooke put a hand to his arm and paid the cabbie. He was only doing his job after all. Jim left the taxi, and turned, holding out a hand for Brooke, who most gratefully took it. He wrapped his arm around her as the cab drove away and looked up to the building in front of him, home. It was an old brewery that had been refurbished into housing. His flat, if you could call it that, was by far the best of the lot.

Jim, moved forward, his arm still possessively around Brooke, and ushered her through the reception and into the lift. He watched as the doors opened and she took in the sight in front of her, smiling at her reaction to his pride and joy. She really was so much more interesting that Sebastian who had just shrugged when he entered. The flat, really a penthouse, it was unlike anything she had ever seen, it was at the front of the building, and currently she was looking right through the huge living area to the window, floor to vaulted ceiling. She was momentarily distracted by Jim, coaxing her out of the lift, his hand, now on the small of her back.

"Do you like it?" He asked, his free arm fanning out as if to reveal more to her.

"How?" Was the only reply she could muster; she turned to face him, but was instantly distracted by the kitchen, it was nestled under one of the sloping ceilings and she couldn't take her eyes off the modern beauty of it. Her husband smiled again at her awe, she had obviously not been well looked after before and he looked forward to sharing with her the finer things in life.

"Why?" She now said, quietly at first, but then she repeated herself, now focussing her attention on her husband.

He looked at her quizzically, wasn't it obvious, he wanted someone to share his life with. "Why not?" He replied.

"People don't do this, they don't just get married. I don't even know you James." It took everything in her to blink back the tears forming, she wasn't really sure why she was crying.

Jim took a step forward, placing his hands gently on her arms, rubbing slightly as a tear slid down her face. "I told you I wanted permanence in this work, if we're going to take these people down we're going to have to do it together. I need you to know that you can trust me, I'm on your side, one hundred percent; I expect the same from you." He cupped her cheek, drying the tear with his thumb, before placing his mouth on hers. She melted into him, her hands finding their way up to his hair, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss.

A/N So I don't really know about this chapter. I'm finding it hard to write Moriarty, I don't want to make him too soft, but at the same time, he isn't yet the cold-hearted psycho we all know and love. Hopefully you like this one though. Back to the job in the next chapter.