The night before wasn't so great, it was the second time that month one of his operations had failed and he started to sense a pattern that bothered him. So, when one of his associates woke him up asking him to go meet a client he was less than thrilled to do it, and only accepted because he expected to recover part of the money he had lost. Then again, he thought he could always rid his mind away from his problems and try to have some fun.

He was slightly curious when the car stopped at the hangar and he saw the unusual commotion in the front and in an instant he knew his trip had just gotten a little bit more interesting. The driver opened the car door for him and one of his workers came up to him. Jim got out of the car and adjusted his suit, the worker waited patiently until he was done before greeting his boss and asking him to follow. He didn't ask for any information on the client as he was enjoying the thrill of the unknown. They arrived at Jim's office in the hangar. The worker opened the door and he came in, his eyes scanning the entire room.

He saw, by the way the carpet had been moved that there had been some sort of struggle there, he also saw mud and two sets of footsteps and he knew one of his workers had already gave him a good hiding. He smirked as he knew this meant the man had killed one of them. His grin grew wilder as he saw a tiny spot of blood in the casing. He looked across the room where the client and two of his employees were, one by each side, guns loaded and pointed to the man's head.

"Hi," Jim sang still grinning. The man's face went up, his eyebrows were furrowed, there was a cut on one of them that was recently made, his nose was long and thin like the one of a hawk, his lips were thin and his chin, prominent. But what most caught Jim's attention about him were his electric blue eyes and the way they were locked fiercely on him as he came closer, like a predator would watch his prey. His face was dirty and cut in many places and his wet dark blond hair fell slightly on his face and gave him an even more wild appearance. His arms were strong and muscular and contracted as he continued to offer resistance against the handcuffs tying him on the back. Jim stopped behind the table and rested both hands on the desk as he leaned closer to him and gained a more serious expression.

"Tell me your story," he said quietly "try not to bore me in the process." He returned the stare. As the man said nothing he added "start with the war. Why are you running away from it?"

For a fraction of a second, the man's eyebrow went up, more out of pleasure than surprise. He still said nothing.

"That's why you're here, isn't it?" Jim tried again. He moved away from the desk, his movements got a lot more wide and his voice changed to a falsetto "Oh, Jim, please, help me hide away from the war," he staged theatrically, "Please Jim, the things I've seen, the things I've done…" he even placed his hand dramatically on his forehead. The man started to chuckle and Jim abruptly returned to his original manners.

"I see you must get that a lot," the man said mockingly in a raspy voice and a devious smirk. The man licked his bottom lip as he felt the blood reach his mouth. "I got bored with it," he shrugged "I don't care who wins and frankly, there weren't many challenges."

"Humble," Jim commented unimpressed.

"Yes. Sorry, you're right," the man nodded. "There weren't any," he corrected nonchalantly. "Well, to answer your question, I'd like to propose an exchange of favors… so to speak. You clean up my trail and I offer you my services."

"Now, why exactly would I accept that?" he raised his eyebrows incredulously.

"Because you need it," the man responded in a matter-of-fact tone. Jim crooked his head just a little before moving his eyes to look at the employee with the blood stain in his shirt waiting for an explanation.

"He just killed two of our men," the shooter explained, looking at the man with pure anger. "Bailey is seriously injured and we don't know if he's going to make it either."

"Okay…" Jim nodded lightly, noticing how his employee was baffled by his disinterest. "Show me what you can do," he said to the blond man.

The worker seemed ready to protest but was silenced by Jim's glare. The other worker then went behind the chair to uncuff the man. He lifted the man pulling him through the arm and gave him back his revolver. He was fast. As soon as he gripped the gun he pointed straight at Jim and shoot, immediately after that he gave the revolver back to the worker.

"You missed it," Jim said sounding slightly disappointed.

"Why don't you sleep on it?" the man suggested with a smirk before winking and walking out the room. Jim watched him go before he asked for the employee for the man's gun. He sat at his desk to analyze the gun, a S&W 686 4". He could see the gun was very well maintained, with a small SM carved exactly above the trigger. He opened the barrel and unloaded the gun. He sorted the ammunition and stopped when he noticed there were four bullets left. He frowned and looked at the barrel again and confirming it had six holes. He let out a small interjection of surprise. He looked behind him where the bullet had gone through the wall. He got up and walked to it to see exactly where it had hit his 70s wallpaper. His eyebrows raised and he once more let out a sound of surprise, seeing the small hole exactly over the middle of one of the circles in the pattern. He looked over his shoulder with a smirk and gestured for one of his employees to go after the blond man.

A.N.: Hey again! So, this is the real first chapter, as you might have noticed, the first one was just a prologue. I want to thank my best friend who introduced me to this new addiction and supported me to continue writing this story and my boyfriend, who also supports me and watches Sherlock with me (though not nearly as avidly as I) and who helped me greatly describing a gun. Honestly, that part wouldn't make any sense if it weren't for him.

I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter, considering we finally get to see some interaction between the two of them, and that I was able to portray Jim correctly. I'd love to hear your opinions!