The loud bang of the door opening swiftly and colliding with the wall, startled the girl from her deep sleep. Her eyes checked the clock, and the numbers read that it was still too early for her liking. She always liked to sleep in and the drastic time zone changes weren't making it better. Jim stomped in, ignoring the red head completely, running from one corner to the other, caught up in his own world.

"Good morning to you too." She spoke up sarcastically. Clutching the blanket closer to her suddenly feeling too exposed in her own bedroom. Not responding in any way, he still kept digging through the dressers. A pillow went flying his way, he had it coming.

"Show some manners, I've accepted you in my house. We're…what did you call it, roommates?"

"I prefer the terms held hostage and captor, but if that's how you see it." She sighed, lying back down on the bed, sinking into the mattress covered in silk sheets, making her feel light as a feather.

Her eyes bored into him while he stood at the mirror fumbling with a lavender coloured tie he'd chosen to wear. She still wondered if her acceptance in the Moriarty household was just good karma. With a one way ticket from the other side of the world to London and packed bags, all she was missing was a place to stay. A girl her age in a decent, but small two room apartment, was as high as the Swedish girls expectations would go, but not even once she'd thought about…this. Also, taking note of the little money she had on her. Relieved, blessed, but slightly frightened she remembers receiving the letter in her e-mail from a certain, James Moriarty. Not sure, if it was her witty and detailed description about her passion for literature, or the too friendly agreements for taking care of any house chores that caught his eye, but now it didn't really seem much of a problem. Mr Moriarty definitely didn't have a need to split a bill, the lingering smell of expensive cologne and silk sheets stashed in the closet emphasised it.

Anyone would brush it off, say the man had a good heart. If it only wasn't Moriarty that was being spoken of. His generosity was impossibly unnoticeable, but behind all those kind smiles lied something she hadn't got to, not just yet. The smug grin would slip once or twice, his fingers would twitch and tension would rise. The way his aura would change with the blink of an eye was frightening. With the time passing curiosity and questions rose in the light and soon she got suspicious about all the hushed, angry conversation Jim had with his "colleague" Sebastian. What both of them did for a living was still a clue to her and whenever she asked, they'd change the subject swiftly.

Sometimes she'd joke about being the hostage, because going out in public and being seen close to Moriarty's home was strictly limited and that definitely made her question him. That being said, others wouldn't just brush it off, if it wasn't her, they'd decide to turn around and leave, forget they had ever even came in contact with a mas as him. He was bad news, but she had more time than anyone would need to understand that and it still seemed that she wasn't going anywhere.

"Help" Moriarty waved his hands in surrender. She tumbled over the bed, paddling down in his direction with bare feet on the cold tiled floor. Jim was a man of business, but sometimes he's act as a complete child. Standing so close, you could tell he was taller than her and so she could tell, with his hot breath tickling her nose.

With coal dark eyes, Jim caught himself staring. The girl he'd made himself trust in. She had nothing on her, which would've made him feel suspicious, a squeaky clean reputation. Good grades, both parents happily married, American, siblings, quite a lot. And list of voluntary jobs that stretched on forever. Of course, a man like Moriarty had to know everything about her, but she had no idea who James was, just a far too generous, secretive man. What made him make such a decision still was muffled even to him. He was unpredictable, changeable, even Moran didn't know what would be his next step, whether he'd put another fake bullet through his head or a real one. Moriarty wasn't a family man and not the one to socialize often, but he still was the one to invite a complete stranger to his far too big home. Who knew, maybe he was spontaneous or she was a part of another one of his schemes of destroying the consulting detective.

Finishing up with the tie, she looked up giving him a friendly smile. Her hands glided over his chest, evening out the crinkles of the shirt. Her cat like gaze, inevitably breath-taking, and a voice, soft and soothing, slightly slurred in the mornings tiredly. Something stirred in Jim whenever he gazed in her sapphire eyes, but wasn't sure if he had to feel alarmed or not. Her past was bright as day to him, but not her mind. She left him puzzled; thinking about what's going on in that pretty, little head of hers. The way she talked and walked made Jim go crazy all over again, if that was even possible. Knowing that she was young and innocent, made Moriarty fear of making her take the wrong path in life. He's given her hints of what she's got herself into and so has she, that she's not going anywhere.

Comfortable silence was exchanged between them the same day. During the day, she had done nothing overly productive and somehow, it didn't bother her, because for a change, she had Jim to accompany her. Her competitive nature showed in a game of billiard they had, in which Moriarty was so into telling her, he let her win. Moran had dropped by to speak to Jim about business of some sort, which of course, the girl was not invited to. No matter how great the constant laziness could be, she had to keep herself on her feet and the walls of his home had become too familiar and almost boring "I've been thinking of looking for a job at a hospital to kill the time. Would you be so kind and help me find one, Mr. Moriarty?"

Changing the subject crossed his mind, for once he feared her safety by being connected to him and someone finding out. Also, the familiar ex- army doctor came up in his mind and so did his master plan of ruining the detective. For once, the thought of getting her into his plans, wasn't so bad.

"What's with the formality, it makes me feel old." Jim turned to the full length mirror in the dining room, taking in his features, the slight, silvery stubble over his jaw, and lines in the corners of his eyes. Well, he wasn't getting any younger either.

"I'm not calling you master, if those we're your expectations." The girl said casually, blowing on her steaming cup of tea.

What surprised Moriarty, just as much as the girl, was the genuine short laugh that escaped his lips seconds after. Even if he walked around wearing an innocent smirk and dropped witty remarks once in a while, it always felt like Jim did it for his image. She didn't mean to eavesdrop, but she'd seen, without him noticing, his true colours show, and they weren't as pretty. Moriarty had caught himself off guard, but cleared his throat and went on. "You wish. Jim or James, please."

She smiled about to respond with his first name, but was interrupted by him again "or Jimmy." Which made her do nothing else, but roll her eyes.

"And yes, I'll be glad to help you with your career opportunities."

The o-m-g you will not believe authors note:

Oh, hi, I'm back. So this one was..a bit interesting and weird for me to write and honestly, I'm not suuuuure if I'm pleased with it but what's been done is done. SO, I hope you will leave a review for me and tell me what you think. I answer to all of your reviews if they are from an account soo yeah. THANK YOU.

AND what's most important, you could say the little (Five chapter) intro has been kind of finished and the real action is about to start, so yeah, hang in there with me. k bye.