"Surprised dear?" he asked, stepping closer. Eve wasn't sure whether to back away or inch closer, so she opted for staying still. "Considering you've just kidnapped me, I'm going to say yes" she growled quietly. Jim chuckled "Just like your brother" he smirked, to which Eve snapped "I am not!" She bit her lip after the words had left her mouth, the outburst almost frightening her; or rather, frightened of what he would do to her. "Struck a nerve, have I?" he asked with a knowing smirk. "What do you want from me?" she asked, her voice cracking as she fought to hold back tears – both angry and terrified. Jim was quiet as he stalked forward, crouching down in front of Eve, but not kneeling. Jim flicked a small knife out from his pocket and Eve held her breath for a few moments, beginning to panic. The criminal, however, only cut the ropes binding her hands together, before putting the knife back to its original place. He raised his hand to touch her cheek lightly, and Eve was torn between recoiling from the touch and leaning in to it: there was just something… charming about him. It was moments later, when he leaned in to kiss her, that she slapped him.
The consulting criminal hardly reacted to the slap, except for pulling about half an inch away from the Holmes girl, a dark smile crossing his face "Now that's the kind of girl I like" he said, to which Eve scowled at. "Stay away from me" she said, letting her anger take over her fear. Jim shook his head and tutted "Oh, but I can't. You see dear, you are what holds this all together" he said in his soft voice. The pair locked eyes for a few moments, sitting in an almost comfortable silence. After a while, Eve sighed "Well since we're going to be here for a while, why don't you tell me a about yourself, Jim" she said sharply, casually starting to untie the ropes binding her feet. Jim's expression did not change for her tone, nor for her movements. "Inquisitve, hm? Fine then. I'm the one responsible for all of the bombings that your big brother has been so keenly invested in" he said, as though she should have known this all along. It was a wonder how ordinary people functioned. "I don't precisely pay attention to the doings of my brother" Eve told him, in the same tone he had used with her.
Jim chuckled darkly, nodding "Ah yes, the objections to the 'family business'. But really dear, don't you think you're capable of doing something useful with what's left of your life?" he said, challenging more than asking. Eve stiffened "I think you'll find I'm capable of doing a lot of things" she sneered, looking directly into his cold eyes. Jim raised an eyebrow, and was most likely about to comment on that, but a small noise cut him short. Jim rolled his eyes dramatically and sighed, standing perfectly straight and straightening out his all too expensive suit. He took a phone out of his pocket, unlocking it and reading through what looked to be a text. He smirked down at the phone screen that illuminated his sharp features in the shadowy room, before glancing back at Eve with frighteningly dark eyes. Eve, although less frightened than before, recoiled at the gaze, crawling backwards a few inches. "Well well well, look at the time. We'd best be off" he said, slipping the phone back in his pocket, along with his hands.
"We?" Eve asked, looking up at him in confusion. She did not get an answer however, as she felt a pair of strong hands grab her shoulders and begin roughly dragging her out of the room. "Don't break her too badly Tiger. We still need her" Jim said lowly, and Eve could have sworn there was a slight touch of care in his tone (which, she decided, was a trick; either of her mind or of him himself). The man dragged her from the room and down a dark hallway, and soon enough she was being thrown into a car. She didn't fight this time, simply because she knew it was useless; and so she waited. Waited to get wherever they were going. Waited to see what would happen next.
Sherlock and John entered the pool at exactly midnight, as promised. The detective looked around the pool, his hands holding a gun tucked behind his back – the place looked empty, but Sherlock knew he would be there. "Brought you a little getting to know you present" Sherlock said, his voice echoing around the pool "Oh, that's what it's all been for isn't it? All your little puzzles, making me dance... all to distract me from this" There was nothing spoken in return. There was just Sherlock's younger sister being thrown in to view from a side door. Eve landed on her side, but thankfully not hard enough to break any ribs. John reacted more to this than Sherlock, stepping from behind Sherlock to go to her. Sherlock held his arm out to stop him however, knowing it was going to all be more complicated than this. "I gave you my number. I thought you might call" A voice from offside said. Eve, of course recognized the voice; Sherlock however, did not. Jim stepped in to view, smug smirk on his face and hands in his pockets "Is that a British Army Browning L9A1 in your pocket, or are you just pleased to see me?" "Both" Sherlock answered, raising the gun and pointing it at him.
Jim gave him a cocky smile "Jim Moriarty... Hi" Upon seeing the look on Sherlock's face, he continued "Jim? Jim from the hospital? Oh, did I really make such a fleeting impression? But then I suppose that was rather the point" he said, stepping closer and closer to them. He walked forward until he was right behind Eve, who hadn't moved from the floor. She knew that there was a sniper, the same man who had dragged her into the car, pointing a rifle at her from the second floor; she knew that without seeing the red laser dot on her chest. Sherlock glanced at his sister for a moment, and it only took that one second to notice the dot. Jim caught his quick gaze "Don't be silly, someone else is holding the rifle. I don't like getting my hands dirty. I've given you a glimpse, Sherlock, just a tinsy glimpse of what I've got going on out there in the big bad world. I'm a specialist, you see... like you!" "The consulting criminal. Brilliant" Sherlock nodded, understanding.
Jim smirked "Isn't it? No one ever gets to me... and no one ever will."
"I did."
"You've come the closest. Now you're in my way"
"Thank you"
"Didn't mean that as a compliment"
"Yes you did"
"Yeah okay, I did" Jim shrugged, a smile still plastered on his face "But the flirting's over now, Sherlock, Daddy's had enough now" he drawled, beginning to subtly stroke through Eve's hair. That motion caused Sherlock to take the safety off on the gun. "Ohh, protective now, are we?" Jim asked, stroking Eve's cheek now. "Considering a homicidal psychopath has his hands all over my younger sister, I'm going to say yes" Sherlock growled. Jim smiled widely "My my, more alike than I thought. Well then, if you're so protective now, I wonder what'll happen if I do this…" he trailed off, grabbing the back of Eve's shirt, and pulling her up of the ground a bit, so he could press their lips together. John quickly put a firm hand on Sherlock's shoulder, making sure the detective didn't do anything stupid. For Sherlock, it wasn't the fact that this psychopath was kissing his sister; it was the fact she didn't pull away. The fact she was actually kissing him back. The pool was silent for a few moments, until Jim dropped Eve back on her knees and looked back at Sherlock with a dark smile.
Sherlock's eyes were cold and calculated, and the gun was still clenched firmly in his hand. Jim didn't seem fazed by this at all, placing his hands calmly back in his pockets, waiting patiently for Sherlock's next move. Just as the silence grew to unbearable tension, the familiar tune of the Bee Gee's 'Staying Alive' echoed through the pool. Everyone was silent for a few moments, mostly in confusion, before Moriarty sighed heavily "D'you mind if I get that?" he asked. Sherlock shrugged and shook his head "Oh no, please. You've got the rest of your life" he said, his nonchalant tone dropping towards the end of the sentence. Jim hastily took the phone out of his pocket, pressing it to his ear "Hello? Yes, of course it is, what do you want?" Eve and Sherlock locked eyes for the entire time Moriarty was on the phone, sort of having a conversation without speaking.
"Say that again!" Jim shouted into the phone, unnerving everyone else in the room "Say that again and know if you are lying to me, I will find you and I will skin you" he threatened, drawing out the s on skin. Sherlock raised an eyebrow, vainly attempting to decipher who the caller could be. Moriarty told the person on the other end to wait, as he lowered the phone and looked back to Sherlock "Sorry. Wrong day to die" he said, almost a little disappointedly. "Oh, did you get a better offer?" he asked casually, never lowering the gun. "You'll be hearing from me" Jim said, starting to walk away "Both of you" he added, winking at Eve. As he walked out through the side door, he snapped his fingers, and the red dot on Eve disappeared. Sherlock waited in silence for a few moments, before diving to his knees next to Eve "Are you alright? Are you hurt?" He asked quickly, tilting her head to get a better look at the dried blood at her hairline.
Eve pushed him back forcefully the instant he got close enough for her to do so "This is your entire fault! I told you I didn't want anything to do with your work! You got me fucking kidnapped for God's sake!" she cried, frustrated tears coming to her eyes. In truth, she wasn't sure if she really blamed her brother or not – at that moment, she really just needed someone to blame. Sherlock sighed, wrapping his arms around her shoulders to get her to stand, not saying a word. Comforting people wasn't exactly his strong suit – he left all of that to John. "Come on, let's get you back to the flat" the doctor said calmly, putting a comforting hand on her shoulder. She shook her head, trying to calm her emotions "God I need a smoke…."