Dancing With The Devil (part two)

Chapter 72: Pearls

(🠕We stan Jessica Brown Findlay and we stan Hamlet, so let's just let her be here XD)

The next day, the second body was found just outside the exact same sport centre that the eighteen years old's bodies, from eleven years ago, was found. Their was another press conference and a repeat of the same questions being asked; "Is Moriarty alive?", "is it linked?" etc. All to be shut down the oblivious Scotland yard.

That next night, Astrid was, once again, on the phone to Seb. She sat in her separate office with her feet up on the desk, the phone pressed between her ear and her hunched shoulder, as she leant uncomfortably towards the desk, pressing a few tabs on her computer.

"Yup, okay... yeah, just make it the same time as before... maybe hide the body a bit, it'll take 'em a little bit longer to find it... yeah he's next door... watching the conference... yep. Okay I'll tell him. I'm printing off the report now. Hmm? Oh shut up Seb. Right, bye."

She took the phone from her ear and hung up, before pressing another button on her laptop and jumping from her chair. She sauntered over to the nearby printer and picked out the report that had been sent to her by none other than Mycroft Holmes himself. The report was a detailed description of what Scotland Yard had so far discovered about the new case. The iceman had sent it to her in an email, telling her that they were all baffled. She read through the file briefly, before skipping into the office next to hers and skipping around her husbands desk to stand behind the seat he was sat in. He flourished the paper and placed it down in front of him.

"Iceman just sent me this."

He looked over the report and grinned in satisfaction. Astrid then swivelled his chair around to see his reaction. He nodded, giving her an impressed look whilst moving his hands up to her hips, rubbing the sides of her thighs. She traced her tongue over her lips and smiled.

"Where's Grace?" he mused, tilting his head up at her.

"She's fast asleep." she answered with a smile, before sliding onto his lap, bridal style, smiling into his face, "and Seb's gonna make the next body a little harder to find. Gives us more time to scout out the next victim."

"Your doing alright, aren't you?"

Astrid grinned sarcastically, "oh, you must be so proud of me."

"I am."

Astrid then leant forward to press her lips to his briefly, before wrapping her arms around his shoulders and leaning her face tiredly into the crook of his neck.

"How was the conference?" She mumbled into his neck

"The same as usual, just as clueless. They're still saying I'm dead."

"Lucky you," she smiled, kissing his jaw and then his, mouth once again. She grounded as Jim moved his head backwards to stop her, "what?"

He smiled and nodded, "stand up."

She smiled with a frown and jumped off his lap. When she remained leaning over him he nodded his head forward, telling her to stand in the space. She frowned again but stood where he told her to. Jim stood up, straightening his clothes slightly, before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a gold chain with several pears dripping from it. Astrid's eyes widened as the shiny object was held up in front of her and she squinted slightly, identifying the old-looking artefact. When she recognised it, she shook her head and laughed.

"What the hell, Jim?" She sighed as Jim shrugged and walked behind her, clipping it around her neck, "how did you get that?"

"It's a present, darling, I couldn't possibly say."

Astrid shook her head, "it's the Borgia Pearl, right? The one that Scotland Yard has been looking for for like a million years?"

"Bingo."

He then took out a box from his other pocket and handed it to her, after she had turned around to press her lips, momentarily, to his. She opened the box and there was a matching set of earrings and Astrid smiled and kissed her husband again.

"Thank you."

She continued to kiss him deeply, his hands wrapping around her waist, and hers to the back of his neck. After one more long kiss, Jim pulled away again.

"You know, this is usually about the time that Grace walks in," he looked away towards the door, before Astrid pulled him back towards her. He kissed her again gently, as the pair somewhat waddled towards the adjoining bedroom.

"I assure you, she's in a deep deep sleep." She said in between kisses. The pair slowly made their way to the bed removing parts of each other's clothing randomly, and fell down together. Astrid lay down on her front with her legs crossing over each other as she lay in between Jim's legs, her arms resting on his bare chest. One of his hands captured Astrid's, and the other moved to her hair to rub it gently, before tracing down to her upper hip to make circular movements with his thumb on her skin. She rubbed her toes together and smiled into his eyes before tilting her head curiously.

"Where did you get the necklace?"

"It was a client of mine, wanted something done, instead of money he offered me that," he briefly lifted the cold metal from her warm skin and smiled, tilting his head to the side slightly, "how could I refuse?"

"I can't wear it out," she shrugged, wrapping her hand around his, "it's probably the most wanted object in the world. Someone would let slip."

"Well, you'd have to be discrete," he lifted her fingers to his lips, "you can wear it at the finale."

"The finale?"

"Yup," he remarked with a heavy smirk as he captured her lips again rolling them over to top, and allow Astrid to wrap her legs around his waist, "you can wear  it under a coat, and then, just as Sherlock has figured it all out, you take it off... and ta dah!"

She gasped theatrically, "plot twist."

(A/N this is the last chapter I have fully written so the next chapter may be a little late)