After dinner with James, Stella went back to her flat to take a shower and change back into something more comfortable. Stepping out of the shower she heard her phone buzz so she wrapped one of her soft, fluffy, white towels around her and carefully walked to her dresser where her phone lay. As she pressed the home button her screen flashed showing a new text alert from Jim and then another text from her second in command, Laura.
Must be important business if she's texting me at this hour she thought. Stella decided to open Laura's text first which was perfectly useless.
He's back.
-LF
Stella replied:
Oh I know. Just had dinner with the "devil" himself.
-SM
Checking Jim's message, she smiled.
Tomorrow at the old meet up spot. Hope you didn't forget.
-JM
How could I? That's where it all started my sweet Jimbo. See you at 9. Don't be late.
-SM
After she replied to her texts she changed into a pair of sweatpants and a shirt getting ready for work and bed. She went to grab a pint of ice cream and her season 8 DVD of Top Gear to eat and watch in her office while beginning to make Jim's papers. After about two hours Stella began to zone out so she decided to call it a night then head back to her bedroom to finish the day.
The next morning Stella woke up at 8:50 feeling completely rested and ready for the day, until she realised that it was 8:50. "Shit!" she exclaimed as she reached for her phone. Trying to think of something to tell Jim she rested on the good-old morning London traffic lie.
Going to be late. Traffic out of the city is shit.
-SM
She quickly threw on a pair of white jeans and a blue and white plaid flannel shirt wearing a white undershirt. Tossing on her black chucks, she put her phone in her satchel that held the paperwork Jim needed to fill out and left to get on her motorbike. "Shit need the helmet." Stella jumped off her motorbike and put on her black helmet then quickly left her flat.
Jim sat on the stone rubble steps waiting for Stella. He sighed as he heard her custom ringtone she set up for calls and texts that Jim got from her. He let the king of pop's Smooth Criminal play out before he reached into his dark jean pants pocket to pull of his phone and see what her excuse was this time. Reading the text he scoffed at her lame lie. Traffic.
Honestly Stel, do you think I'm that ignorant? Just get here soon. I don't have all day.
-JM
Stella steered her bike into the dirt road part next to the gravel so she wouldn't crash as she pulled up to the old Moriarty House Manor. "Crumbly still ain't it?" she shouted to Jim as she got off her bike.
"Yeah been meaning to fix it up for a while..." He said kicking a bit of a wall out. "I know you've been here Stella."
She shrugged. "Well yeah. It's a lovely place and if you don't fix it up soon then I will do it myself." Stella walked over to where Jim stood and opened her satchel, pulling out a couple of basic papers for Jim's project. "Drivers license and birth certificate. The passport may take a few days as may the websites. I have my best people working on the sites so they should look perfect but the people that get the watermarks done for the passports for me are being scoped out by the police. Can't take any chances like that."
"That's fine I didn't expect it to be this far to begin with." Jim stated with a smile. He gently bit his bottom lip trying to act seductive for Stella but it looked like he was trying to get some food out from between his teeth.
Stella rolled her eyes before saying, "You know I work quickly and efficiently "Richard". I have many people waiting for my services." She tapped her foot against the hard ground looking at the approaching storm clouds. "I'll be leaving now. Don't want to get stuck in the rain."
He wanted to protest but Jim knew it was no use. He knew Stel wouldn't want someone else riding her precious motorbike, not even himself. He also knew she wouldn't leave it out in the open, like it was now, if he gave her a ride. Yet he still didn't want her getting drenched but he wouldn't complain about her white shirt becoming see-through. "Do you still say no to me giving you a ride back to your flat? Or have those days changed?"
"The answer is still no. Anyways I have to catch up with Sherlock. I haven't seen him in awhile and I think he may actually been missing his favorite nanny." Stella said the last part in a condescending baby voice. Yes, she had been his nanny, albeit his favorite one.
Back then she went by the name of Eliza Brookes. She would create little mysteries and "cases" for him to solve in his youth. He had also liked her for not being like his regular nannies. They were "old and mean and crabby" in terms of little Sherly. 'Eliza' had only been 15 when she began looking over him. Back then she had also looked very different. She had short platinum blonde hair and a very proper way of dressing ad acting around others. It was probably the reason that Sherlocks mother let her be his Nanny/friend. But now her looks and maturity have changed greatly. Dark brown hair, very relaxed way of dressing and acting.
Jim looked at her smiling, some thought or idea obviously brewing in his head. "Would Eliza care to make a comeback as a spy for her other favorite child?"
She rolled her eyes and sighed. "No Jim. She shall be neutral. Now I really must go. Ill be sure to get you your papers at the latest by next week so you have time to tweak them." Stella put back on her helmet and then hopped onto her bike leaving the Manor. At the end of the drive she stopped and texted Sherlock:
Back in town for a few weeks. Wanna catch up Sherly?
-Eliza the Super Nanny-
Within seconds he replied:
Hello Liz, long time no talk. I would love to meet up with you sometime after I finish this case. I would say Thursday? Also, would you mind if I brought another friend along?
-SH
That fine Sherly! C: Just tell me where and what time and I'll be there!
-Eliza the Super Nanny-
Here's a new chapter in Stella's story. Sorry its so short. If you guys ever want me to correct something that may have not made sense in the story line just mention in the comments and ill edit the story unless its important for future chapters >3<
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Stella Monroe and James Moriarty: The Devious Duo
FanfictionWhen Stella and James were schoolmates, she had taught him almost every trick she knew, helping James become the cunning and sly man he now is. Naturally, James comes to his original mentor Stella looking for help and guidance when Sherlock Holmes d...