Hello! So I rewrote this one thrice and I am finally somewhat happy with it. Hope you like it :D
She walked into her own apartment, locking the door behind her and arming the alarm system. She hung her coat in the hall closet and made her way to her bedroom. She quickly changed into her pajamas and climbed into bed after turning out the lights.
Moriarty picked the lock in a matter of seconds. He slipped inside quietly and went to disable the alarm system went off. After figuring out how to turn it off he took his time looking around the flat. on one side of the entryway there was a small closet containing exactly four coats. There were some shoes lined up against the other side of the hall. The hallway opened up into a nicely furnished living room, though it was lacking in any personal touches. He was still poking around when Ainsley emerged from her room, pointing a gun at him.
She awoke a few hours later to the sound of someone scuffling around her house. She had always been a rather light sleeper, which came in handy when one had Sherlock for a brother. She grabbed the gun from her bedside cabinet and moved silently to the door. She listened for a minute to the person moving around her flat. They weren't particularly hurried, so it was unlikely they were here to steal anything. That left only a few possibilities of who was on the other side of that door. She opened the door and pointed the gun at the intruder.
"Really Jim? It's four in the morning." Ainsley said, lowering her gun.
"Were you going to shoot me?" Jim chuckled.
"No, but if it was Sherlock I might have. Why are you here?"
"I have a job for you."
"Could this not have waited a few hours?"
"Nope." Jim said with a grin. "I need you to convince someone to give me something."
"Could you a little more specific?"
"There is a man named Clarence Mitchell. He runs a small smuggling ring who recently came across a few sketches from Johannes Vermeer. I have always had a soft spot for Vermeer."
"So you want me to get him to give you the sketches. Why couldn't this wait until morning?"
"Because I am excited." Jim said grinning like an idiot.
"And why not just get someone to intimidate him into handing them over?" Ainsley asked, fighting a laugh at the expression on his face.
"Because I wanted to test out my new toy." He stated.
"So where do I find this guy?"
"Everything you need to know is in this folder." As he said this he handed her a thick folder she hadn't seen he was holding.
He hadn't been kidding when he'd said everything she needed to know was in the folder. It had everything from his favorite sandwich to the name and address of his kindergarten teacher. She spent a few hours sifting through the file, coming up with a plan.