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Moriaty-How you meet

You were a master criminal.

You knew the system from the inside out, and knew exactly how the minds of criminals worked. During one of your many assassination you received a message, from a 'client'. You weren't too sure what to expect because unlike the other messages this one stood out the most. Maybe because it was coded in some program that you didn't know about.

That's the part that you hate, you ddint know. Who this 'Jim' was and who he was. The letter read as following; Dearest Y/N,

I do have a slight promble in my system, and I need someone to fix it. Do please meet me at S062NW1.

-Jim.

You first though was he was stupid because you couldn't make out anything, but you quickly realize that it was coded. You took out of what appeared to be coordinated to a specific place.

You truly didn't know when, but you went anyway at midnight. You were only there for a couple of minutes when a black sleek car entered the park. A man in a expensive suit came out. The another little though but you,    he's hot. But that though was chased away.

You stood up and he waved a little, "Hi, Jim or well James. Pleasure to meet you." His accent was broken a Irish one. The way he talked was dangeours, which given you never had a lot of fun when it came to clients.

"Pleasure Mr. James, I'm here because you needed something fixed and I'm here to repair it. What would the promble be Mr. James?" His smile face you chills, but you somehow took good of this. Your mind was in a small civil war, one side said to run far away as possible, the other said to stay because you liked danger.

"I need a queen, because I need someone I could trust fully." A partner? In a relationship? Well that sounded easy. Too easy.

"Anyone in mind? Or is it the princess of England?" You joked, but the way he looks at you was well indescribable. 

"You my dearest."

This took you by suprise, you knew you looked fine, but someone never said anything like this.

"Now Mr. James, why would you want me, instead of some supermodel? I'm just another criminal among the sheep." He came a little closer and he was inches away from you.

"Mr. James if you do touch me I will break every bone in your body." You knew you weren't joking even though he was--cute-- a client.

"Moriarty is my name sweetheart, would you join me?" His eyes danced around you, but never meeting your eyes.

"Oh but Mr. Moriarty you too have to prove yourself."

"Oh well yes my queen."