Jim crouched down to his severely beaten hostage, grinning and whispered "Where is Sherlock Holmes?"
"I don't know who you're talking about, please!" The man cried out "I have a family, I need to get back to them but I have no idea what you're talking about!"
Jim started laughing, staring at the other man as he brought out a carving knife. "Have you ever seen my knife before?" The hostage screamed at the sight of it. "It's my favourite toy and I play lots of games with it... Would you like to play a game with me?" Jim traced the tip of the knife along the mans cheek.
"I don't want to play your games!" the man screamed back, flinching at the touch of the knife.
Jim leaned into the other mans ear and whispered softly "Where, my dear." Jim smirked "Is my beloved Sherlock Holmes?"
"He doesn't talk to me a lot anymore so I have no idea." The man stared at the ground "Please, I'm telling the truth."
Jim put the knife to his throat with just enough pressure to draw a tiny bit of blood. "WHERE!?" Jim lost his temper with his hostage but quickly calmed down "Or shall I ask your beloved daughter? She might know."
The hostage screamed out an address and a plea not to hurt his daughter but Jim only listened to the address. "Thank you" Jim stabbed him in the stomach and left the screaming man to bleed to death.
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When two brilliant minds meet.
FanfictionIt's been two and a half years since the fall but Jim's games have only just begun but what will happen when he finally finds Sherlock?
