Guinevere and Moriarty had been working together for quite sometime coming up with a foolproof plan to destroy Sherlock Holmes. Sherlock and John were busy on some case in a small town called Baskerville which meant that the villainous pair had London all to themselves. Together they attended lavish dinner parties, tea parties with members of royalty and the not so royal, and brunch with the deadliest arms dealers in the world.
"May I present to you my love Guinevere Holmes." Jim said taking her manicured hand in his as they sat down for a cup of tea on the terrace of Moriarty Mansion. The gentlemen all seated at the table all stood up as she took her seat next to Jim. She was of course a vision with her curly black hair, red lips, and revealing silk black dress.
"Guinevere Holmes… any relation to the infamous detective Sherlock?" One man named Anthony Schwind an American asked looking up from his cup of tea. He had greasy brown hair slicked back into a comb over. His suit was very expensive but terribly ill fitting. When he smiled at her he beamed yellow teeth.
Guinevere said something in Russian under her breath while hiding her mouth with the cup. Jim who did the same reassured her.
"We need these men. They might be fools but they are rich fools and they know some of the best assassins in the world."
Guinevere sipped her tea composing her thoughts.
"Yes. Sherlock Holmes is my father." She said red lips forming a polite smile.
"I thought he worked for the police. Why is his daughter hiring assassins?" He asked pulling a cigarette out of his pocket and lighting it. Guinevere pursed her lips rolling her eyes.
"Do I look like my father?" Guinevere said sarcastically tilting her head to the side. The table full of me erupted in laughter and Schwind made a face looking down.
"No miss you look nothing like your father." He said noting the silk dress hanging off of her body.
"Gentlemen the important thing is that we get our assassins." Jim said wanting to finish business.
"Four highly trained marksmen do not come cheap." Another man by the name of Michael Yates another American noted.
"We have the money." Jim said looking over to Guinevere.
Yates and Schwind exchanged a glance with each other and smiled.
"Deal."
"Well I'm glad that's over." Moriarty said coming up behind Guinevere who was out on the balcony looking at the sunset rolling over the hills.
"Why do we need four assassins?" Guinevere said speculating.
"One for the old woman, one for the investigator, one for Sherlocks lover John, and one for my lovely ex girlfriend the morgue worker." Jim said putting his arms around her waist as she leaned her back into his chest nestling her head into his shoulder.
"The fourth one won't be necessary. My father cannot stand Molly. You should hear the way he treats her it's a wonder she still talks to him. My father would be glad to get rid of her." Guinevere said to Moriarty hoping he would listen to what she said.
"Are you sure?" Moriarty asked speculating whether or not discrediting the strange morgue worker was a good plan.
"I know my fathers mind. He hardly even cares about the other three. He only tolerates Detective Lestrade because he lets him on murder cases. Mrs. Hudson gives him a place to live at a discounted price. And John is his audience. Whenever Sherlock does something fantastic John is always there to see it and praises him for it. Sherlock has no real ties to people. He is not capable of caring for others. He doesn't even care for his own family, Mycroft, me, my grandparents. He truly cares for no one." Guinevere said turning around to look him in the face. "But my father will still try and save those three annoyingly dull people because that's what he does. He's a good guy he has to save them. And at that point we will have him so ruined he won't be able to live any more. And if you follow through with your suicide plan he will have no proof that Jim Moriarty exists." Guinevere said looking into his dark eyes.
"I suppose we could save money by not hiring the fourth assassin. That money could take us someplace better. How do you feel about Fiji?"
"Can I still wear black there?" Guinevere asked with an evil smirk.
"Perhaps someplace with more history and better wine how about Tuscany." He said with a smile that never reached his eyes.
"You know I would follow you anywhere in the world. My whole life I have been dreaming of finding my true love, someone who embraced me for who I am, someone who would love me no matter what. After much searching and seven failed marriages and murders later I now realize you are that person." Guinevere said kissing him on the cheek and walking out of the mansion into her car.
"How was it?" Her personal secretary Margot asked looking up from Guineveres schedule inside the car.
"Sometimes men are so easy, and foolish I debate becoming a lesbian. A woman would put up a fun game they are far more crafty and manipulative. They think with their head. But a man has two heads and they can only think with one at a time." Guinevere said to her assistant with a small laugh.
"Did he remove the assassin from Ms. Hooper?" She asked making a note.
"Yes. We're going to need her. She's the only one who can help Sherlock." Guinevere said ushering the driver to be on their way.
"Are you really going to run away with him after all of this?" Margot asked with a hushed breath.
Guinevere looked up to see Moriarty from his bedroom window, his figure illuminated in the light.
"Depends on if I get a better offer." She said as they drove away.
"What do you need to do tomorrow? Your schedule is cleared." Margot said looking up at her boss.
"I need to find a better offer." Guinevere said relaxing into her Rolls Royce as they drove back to her mansion. Her plan for Sherlock and Moriarty was falling into place.