Well shit.
Never thought I'd actually post this but here we go...
Y/N P.O.V
I slipped the gun into the waistband of my jeans as I walked away from the dimly lit alleyway. My driver, Mike, pulled up next to me and I quickly got into the black car.
"Take me home, I have some business." He nodded simply and cleared his throat.
"The cabbie..." He began and I sighed.
"Dead?" I asked already knowing the answer, slipping off my black leather gloves.
"It's much worse." I raised my eyebrow.
"He shouted two words in his last moments. Two names. 'Moriarty' and 'L/N'." My eyes widened.
"Moriarty? As in James Moriarty?" Mike nodded his head and I punched the seat beside me.
"That bastard was working for the both of us?! I'd kill him if he wasn't already dead!" I took a deep breath, pulled out my phone and cancelled my meetings for the rest of the day.
Mike pulled up outside of my oversized house and I got out, just as I did my phone began to ring.
Private number.
I held the phone to my ear, already knowing who it was.
"Hiya Y/N~ did you miss me?" His Dublin accent was thick with amusement.
"James, what do you want?" I asked and the door opened revealing my assistant; Alexia.
"Aww Y/N! I told you to call me Jim!" Alexia looked like she needed to tell me something but I ignored her and began walking to my office.
"Can't I call my favourite criminal mastermind just for a chat?"
"No. You can't. And I'm not a criminal mastermind." I snapped back, walking up the stairs. Something caught my eye, a bit of dried mud on the carpet.
Bloody Bastard...
"Ya ya... Juvenile Genius I know." He complained and I hung up on him, storming into my office.
Moriarty sat there in MY chair, at MY desk, reading MY files.
"Hanging up on people isn't very nice you know? I'm hurt." I glared at him as he pocketed his phone.
"What do you want Moriarty?" I growled at him and he stood up straight, walking over to me.
"What do I want? I want a partnership. You to be my partner in crime. I'm blowing this up and I want you to be by my side, to be my queen." He lifted his hand up and played with a strand of my hair as I stood there and watched him carefully.
"What are you blowing up?" I asked seriously and he dropped the strand of hair and moved as if he was going to kiss my cheek.
"Everything." The word echoed in my mind and I couldn't help but smirk at the devilishly handsome Irish twat.
"You have yourself a deal, James." He took a step back and glared at me slightly.
"Jim." He corrected and I rolled my eyes.
"Anyway I already have your first mission."
"Excuse me? I'm not one of your pawns; you don't tell me what to do." My features turned stone cold once again and he pulled out his phone.
"Honey, I can do what I like. I'm king of the world." Oh... it annoys me when he gets all egotistical.
I grabbed his tie and pulled his face down, directly in front of mine.
"Honey, I'll treat you like a king if you treat me like a queen. But if you treat me like a game, I'll show you how it's played." I let go of his tie and there was a slight blush on his cheeks but it quickly disappeared as his phone began to ring.
He answered it and walked out of the room, after a few minutes he came back in with a grin on his face.
"This will be so much fun."
