Dancing With The Devil (part two)

Chapter 62: Bluffing

The week up until Christmas was nothing but meetings, planning and the many calls from their daughter in Oxford. She passed on stories of her adventures on walks with Seb and the books she began reading as well as attempting to find out what the swear word Seb had uttered by mistake meant.

On Christmas Eve the psychopathic pair went back to Oxford to collect their daughter. When they got there they were, of course, greeted by their daughter excitedly running up and attacking them with her embrace. After greetings were made and presents were put under the tree, they all sat around the dinner table, with Astrid and Jim vaguely, whilst Grace was there, passing on their plan.

"It's going to be a bit of a double bluff sort of thing."

"What's a double bluff?" Grace asked, shovelling a spoonful of peas down her small mouth.

"It's when you say something that is real but another person thinks that you are lying," Seb smirked, "maybe you could use it on your mean friend."

"He's not my friend."

"Anyway. We take a little trip down memory lane, with the bank of England, Pentonville Prison and the Tower of London."

"What did you do there in the past?" Grace frowned, moving onto her mashed potato.

"I broke into all three of those places at the same time," Jim answered, "with  a few willing participants."

"What are you going to do this time?"

"Ask when you're older."

"Can I help?"

"Yes," Astrid smiled, "you and I are going to go and make some friends."

"What friend?"

"Rosie Watson." Astrid smiled, "she's a little bit older than you, her mother died when she was born and her father's a bit depressed."

"Why?"

"Well, that's generally what happens when you loose someone," Jim shrugged, "Rosie's Godfather is the important one."

"His name's Sherlock Holmes," Astrid lent forward, "he's a detective."

Astrid reached for her phone and found a picture of the hat detective from John Watson's blog. She showed it to Grace who almost laughed.

"His hat is really stupid," She snickered, "has he ever cut his hair?"

Astrid and Jim shared a proud look.

"New Years Eve, we're going to go to John Watson's house and say hello, hopefully John will forgive me if I insult you enough, Jim."

"Who are you going to say is Grace's father then." Seb asked, before widening his eyes as Astrid looked at him with a flat smile, "no!" he paused, considering it slightly, before shaking his head, "Absolutely not!"

Jim leaned back in his eat, agreeing with Seb, "yeah, absolutely not. Not Seb!"

"Well, what should I say instead?"

"Just say he's dead," Jim said, glancing down at Grace. He raised his eyebrows and she grinned.

"I can pretend you're dead," she said and Jim nodded.

"You can't say my name though," Jim instructed and looked at Astrid who smirked.

"Shall I call you Dom?"

"No!"

"Who's Dom?" Grace asked and Astrid shook her head and stood up.

"Doesn't matter," She answered, "come on, to bed with you."

Grace stood up and followed her mother up the stairs. After the two watched the girls leave the room, Seb averted his gaze to Jim and frowned.

"Go on then," he began, "what's the gory details."

"It's not exactly gory." He shrugged and Seb urged him on, "we're just going to set off bombs at each place at midnight, however, the bomb at the tower of London will be on the bridge not at the actual tower. Just to make it look like someone's bad attempt to copy what I did. Then, after that, I'm just going to repeat everything that's already happened. I'll have several different victims commit suicide in the same locations as before, then someone will get killed in a circus, doesn't have to be Chinese, and then there will be even more explosions, or gas leaks, in the same locations as before. This will then lead Sherlock to believe that the final place that something might happen would be the Hospital, so they'd go there. This should be about March time. So, whilst the baker street boys go on a wild goose chase, we'll be causing trouble somewhere else."

"Where?"

"I haven't decided yet," He sighed as Astrid came back in and sat next to him.

"As long as there  are people getting fucked over, that's fine by me."

Seb scoffed, "yeah, that's a guarantee." He rubbed his hands together, "so, what's the plan for the next week?"

Astrid answered, "Christmas stuff, and figuring out what to do whilst Watson and Holmes are on their wild goose chase."

"You know what, I'm starting to like Christmas," Seb smirked, taking a drink of the pint of Guinness.

"It's 'cause of Grace. The second she becomes all teenage and moody, it'll be back to normal for us Sebby."

Seb scoffed.

"God, I hope so."

(A/N I'm sorry about how long this is getting.)