Hello everyone! I am so sorry it took so long for this update. I've been really sick for the past year or so and am only just beginning to feel like my normal self again. Hopefully that means more regular updates! I have some ideas already churning in my twisted little mind, so be prepared ;)

You look stunning -JM

Ainsley had just finished with her hair when she got the message. She had decided to wear it up in a simple yet elegant updo. Now she faced the issue of finding the right jewelry. Walking into her closet she opened up the cupboard that normally housed her large collection of expensive jewelry, but now only contained a single wooden box and a note.

Surprise- JM

She opened the box to find a simple diamond necklace.

So when do I get my jewelry back? -AH

Not even a thank you? -JM

Thank you. Now where's my jewelry? -AH

That didn't seem sincere. -JM

Jim! -AH

Oh alright I'll have it back before you get home. -JM

Thank you. And thanks for the necklace, it is very nice. -AH

No problem. After all, I need my wife to be presentable ;) -JM

She rolled her eyes and put on the necklace. She couldn't fault him for taste, it went beautifully with the dress.

"So how long have we been married?" She asked, turning to face Jim in the limo.

"Not long, five months. Next tuesday is our six month anniversary."

"How long were we dating before we got married?"

"Eight Months, I am a very impulsive man after all. Speaking of," He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a ring box. "Here is your ring." It was a very large diamond, though simple in design. He did seem one for the simple extravagances.

"Its gorgeous." she said as he slipped it on her finger "Any other details I should know?"

"We have a cat named Isaac."

"Alrighty then."

"Here we are."

Ainsley was impressed she had been to many galas in her lifetime, but this one outshined them all. It was being held in one of Moriarty's many estates. The ballroom was huge, It had high, vaulted ceilings and a solid marble floor. Many waiters bustled about serving everyone food and champagne. Jim led her around, showing off his 'wife' to everyone. Nobody seemed to question it. It was almost amusing to her to see all of these criminals looking at Jim, who was as jovial as ever, and noticing the barely concealed fear in their eyes. Clearly they had had experience with Jim's darker side. They were followed closely by Seb, Jim's favorite bodyguard, as they went around greeting everyone and keeping up with the small talk. They stopped to talk to a burly italian man with a thick accent accompanied by a beautiful, if very frail, woman.

"James my friend" the man said, slapping Jim on the shoulder in a way that was a little too hard to be friendly.

"Gianni, how are you old friend?" Jim asked politely, "Who is this lovely lady you have with you tonight?" He asked, this time turning to smile and the frail woman all but clinging to Gianni's arm.

"This is my fiancee Isabella," he said somehow managing to pull the woman closer to him. "and is this your wife I have heard so much about?" he asked turning to look at Ainsley for the first time.

"Yes, pleasure to meet you. I am sure Jim has mentioned you." Ainsley said without waiting for Jim to say anything. She then realized that if Jim had been telling people about his wife he may have given her a name.

"You talk to your wife about work?" Gianni asked, surprised.

"It's hard not to, seeing as she works with me. Simply can't keep her away from the action, isn't that right Ainsley?" He asked turning to Ainsley and pulling her to his side, much as Gianni had done with Isabella moments before.

"Why what fun is life without a bit of crime sprinkled in?" She stated with a wink, Gianni laughing heartily at her comment.

"This one is definitely a keeper James." They talked a bit more before Jim excused them to walk around a bit more.

"So how did you get away for so long without mentioning your wife's name?" Ainsley asked him in a hushed tone.

"I didn't, I told them my wife's name was Ainsley."

"Odd choice in name. I am the only one I know."

"Me too."

"But this was all before we met."

"I am a criminal mastermind," he said with a sly smile "I'd done my research on Sherlock, so of course I had heard whispers of the elusive third Holmes. I must admit I had heard of your work before we met."

"So obviously that explains why you named your fictional wife after me."

"Doesn't it?" he rolled his eyes at her "I had slightly romanticized the idea of the great Ainsley Holmes."

"Yet you didn't know me when we first met." Ainsley accused

"Well the most recent photo of you I could find was in grade school. It was almost to the point that I was convinced you were either dead or fictional."

"I must admit I do find it fitting that I am the one to play your wife."

"I may have been planning this since we met." Jim said tilting his head to the side slightly.

"I see," She laughed "What would my brothers say if they knew?" She said her hand covering her chest in mock distress.

"Knowing Mycroft, I am sure they already do."

"You have a point there, Husband." she said lowering her hand as they continued to walk around, though still lost in thought imaging Sherlock's face seeing her arm-in-arm with his self-proclaimed nemesis. Surprised? Probably not, he was rarely surprised and he never let it show on his face. Afraid? Once again unlikely, though he undoubtedly knew the trouble the two of them could cause him he would likely be more excited than afraid by that prospect. Betrayed? Maybe, that was a look she seen once before when she first ran away from home, but it wasn't likely it would happen again. Disappointed? More than likely, after all that was the face he reserved just for her. The disappointment her brothers seemed to share when it came to her. Personally, she didn't get it, so what if she received some expensive gifts from some more-than-wealthy people in some not some straightforward ways? There are a lot worse things she could be doing, though she supposed she was now arm-in-arm with the very embodiment of all those other things she could be doing.