Ace woke to a door creaking open, the boy cracked his eyes and stared at Moriarty, who was holding a plate with food and a cup of tea.

"Full service, huh?" the boy smirked, "How about next time you warm my bed too?"

The taller man gave him a soft glare, but put the food onto Ace's lap and tea onto the bedside table, by the time he pulled a chair to sit next to his hostage the blue-haired one was already eating and sipping tea.

In a few minutes Ace was done eating and put the plate and knife and fork on the bedside table, alongside the polka dotted mug where the tea had been in.

"Sorry about being so critical yesterday." The younger one suddenly said with an apologetic smile. "I had had a bad day."

Moriarty's eyebrows rose, but then he just nodded and went to leave with the dishes.

"Please, don't leave," Ace had wrapped Moriarty's jacket around himself again and he was pouting, no doubt in the fact that he knew just how hard it would be to refuse him like that.

"I'll be right back," the criminal promised and pushed the iron door open, leaving the room.

Ace smirked to himself and took out Moriarty's mobile, he had had it since yesterday, but he hadn't felt like using it.

The blue-haired young man typed in Sherlock's number and sent the consulting detective a text:

Moriarty kidnapped me. Have Moriarty's phone. Don't worry, I'll be out of here in a few days. AD

Ace put the mobile into the pocket he took it from and looked around the room, it wasn't that big, but there was enough room to keep a hostage.

Ace decided to take a shower, once he had pushed the shower door open and wrapped a towel around his waist he heard a soft chuckle, "Did you want me to know that Sherlock knows about you here?"

The young man let out a sigh, "Couldn't care less really. Sherlock knew about it a week before you actually took me."

"And you just acted like he would freak out if you were gone?"

"Yes." A small pause. "Can I borrow some of your clothes? I would hate to go out in my pyjamas."

Moriarty raised an eyebrow and ran a hand through his perfect, black hair, "Why would I let you out of here?"

Ace smirked a wide smirk and put his hands on his hips, so the towel was almost slipping off of him, but not quite. "Because you might see what's under this towel if you do."

"And that's supposed to get me to do it, how?" Moriarty knew he was beaten, but still fought back.

"Take me out on a date later today." Ace told, flopping down on the bed and looking at Moriarty through his eyelashes.

Moriarty was certain that he shouldn't have fallen for this young man's dirty tricks, but found himself agreeing none the less.

Ace just turned to look at the ceiling, maybe this "Jim Moriarty" wasn't that bad, he seemed nice and polite. Then again he had killed quite a few people.

AN:

Okay, so Ace is a little bit slutty here, but then again there is a point for this.

Anyways, vote on who you want Ace to be together with:

Sherlock Holmes:

Jim Moriarty:

Mycroft Holmes:

John Watson:

DI Lestrade:

As you can see I have decided to broaden the choice of pairs, taken just two options would have been boring

Smithy13, ^.^