Falling For The Villain (CURRENTLY UNDER HEAVY EDITING)

Chapter 3 - The Morning After (Updated)

December 4th 2014

The man's voice I had heard was none other than Jim Moriarty's. The man whom I'd met only a couple of night prior but this time he had captured me. 

I tried to move but felt paralysed, "Don't move - the drugs haven't worn out yet and I don't want you to injure yourself," I heard the voice say. To which I replied "Why have you done this Moriarty,"

"Last name basis, why are you so formal - I prefer Jim. Jim's better - less conspicuous I think you'll agree." 

No words left my mouth after this. It wasn't worth it at all.

He walked over to the plump sofa I was laying on and put down a tray of food on the coffee table right in front of it, turned and left.

I knew I had been kidnapped and drugged, but I didn't feel scared or nervous - I knew this was wrong but I don't think I had fully estimated how much danger I was truly in. At this time of course, I didn't know how big of a change would be coming my way in a relatively quick time scale. Also, thinking back I realise how scared Sherlock must have been when I didn't return back for hours on end. 

Moriarty let me go around 8pm. I returned home at Baker Street about an hour later after no cabs stopped for me. The relief on John's face when I walked through that door was something that made me pause, I'd never seen this look on him. He nodded to me, gave me a hug and said "Where were you? Sherlock's been pacing around all day and for the last umm... 3 hours has been sat in his room alone - you had better speak to him and quick!" I walked over to Sherlock's room after he said this. 

I walked into his room and saw him holding my note that I had left him. He was reading it over and over again. In a small voice I said his name and he looked up with a look of sadness in his eyes before he came over and enveloped me in a massive hug. "Where were you?" he whispered. "I was gathering my things and I got taken by Moriarty. He didn't harm me. I don't want you to worry about me though!" I said. "I do worry about you, every second of the day. I don't want you leaving or getting harmed and I will protect you. Please, for tonight, stay with me?"

"Of course I will!" And with that we drifted off into a peaceful and deep slumber. 

December 5th 2014:

 The thought of what happened over the next few days is hard but this is a story I feel like I need to tell. 

After waking up in Sherlock's warm embrace, he told me something I thought I would never hear: "Would you like to join me and John on a case?" 

Of course I agreed, I'm only human and to work alongside the famous Sherlock Holmes and Dr. John Watson would be amazing. 

The case was a fairly low key affair: A man had been murdered on a train, no witnesses and no murder weapon found near the body. The train carriage had been unhooked before it had reached the station and the murderer had jumped off the carriage before and surveillance could capture who it was. 

The problems, however, started to arise when we went to the seen of the crime - the carriage itself. Sherlock stayed close by me all the time we were there but about 5 minuets after we arrived, we heard John scream for help and Sherlock ran to him. I was too slow to catch up with him though. I felt a pair of hands grab me but I sped up and was free of them. I subsequently ran into Sherlock, knocking us both down to the ground. When we got back, we decided to move some of my things into Sherlock's room a I see to spend so much time there.

I was lucky this time. However, it wasn't until a couple of days that the trouble began again. 

December 14th 2014:

By this point in time, I had been regularly helping Sherlock and John. The cases kept rolling in and we were solving them just as fast. I was still scared of getting hurt after all this time but I thought I was in the clear. Sherlock and I had been getting closer and closer as the days went by and I was really starting to like him as more than just a friend and colleague but I knew that it would be awkward and I would no longer be allowed on cases, so I just ignored it and repressed my feelings deep deep down. 

A new case had come in and it was quite complex, at a young girl's 18th birthday party, the young girl had been murdered. It was very busy and everyone was drinking. The parent's weren't home at the time. 

We arrived at the house in question, it was dimly lit and had a kinda creepy vibe to it - like if you walk through a graveyard at night or have the feeling someone is watching you. Other than that, it was like your everyday house in the country. Sherlock insisted him and John would secure the inside of the house while I interviewed the parents and some of the friends that were there on the outside of the house - it would be safer. 

He didn't account for what did happen though. After I took the statements of those outside, I began reading through them and trying to come up with a lead suspect to impress Sherlock. Someone bumped into me making my notebook fall to the floor. Before I could get down and pick it up, my hands were seized behind my back and everything went dark. I remember thinking 'not again' as I was dragged away.

 When I awoke, I was on that sofa again. My head was hurting, again and Moriarty had left a tray of food on the coffee table again. It was like a weird version of Groundhog day (It's a good movie). 

I slowly sat up and ate the food that was left for me when Moriarty came through and sat on the opposite armchair. "What do you want? Why do you keep kidnapping me and bringing me here?" I asked. 

"You seem intelligent. Tell me, what do you know about me?"

"You are Irish, dangerous and have a shady past. You call yourself a 'Consulting Criminal', like you're the antagonist to Sherlock's 'Consulting Detective'. You want me to work for you, keeping tabs on him and reporting back to you, judging by the paperwork. But the answer is no." I said. I still do not know why to this day I ended up going back to the house after he let me leave and decide to tell him that I had changed my mind and I would do it. 

He gave me a phone and told me where I should meet him, every Friday at 8pm. Then, he promised me he would not capture me "unless I had been bad" which in hindsight maybe should have been a reason not to trust him, but then drove me back home.