A new girl in town - Moriarty Fanfic

Chapter Three

A few days later on Thursday I entered the same train as always.
I sat in an empty booth, surprised that the train was this empty on a regular day. Since I got sick from reading on the train I decided to put some more songs on my iPod and listen to that while commuting to work. Pressing play I heard the whole world turn to silence. The first notes of my favourite classical music piece started playing in my ears and I closed my eyes. The 1812 Ouverture by Tchaikovsky was like art for your ears and mind. I swayed my head lightly to the rhythm and forgot everything around me. A different song started playing after that and I opened my eyes again.

Bloody hell, that guy with the cap is sitting right in front of me! I panicked for a second when I saw him looking right at me with that same grin he had a few days earlier. He was wearing a dark blue suit now and, basically, looked drop dead gorgeous.
He leaned over so that his elbows were resting on his legs and ­gestured me to take my earphones out.

Intrigued, I did what he wanted. I took them out and the noises of the train and chatting came flooding in again.
"What were you listening to? You looked so happy and peaceful." He had a nice Irish accent that really complemented that voice.

"Ehh, it was Tchaikovsky." I whispered, suddenly very aware of the fact that I sounded like an utter nerd or stupid hipster. "That's one of my favourite composers" The man whispered back. "Do you mind if I sit next to you?" He asked kindly, but not waiting for my answer as he moved over to the seat on my right side. "Sure, go ahead" I mumbled sarcastically.
As he sat down in the seat next to me I felt a little uneasy, like something was off with this man. I needed to get out of here fast.

"I need to get off at the next stop but it was nice meeting you bye."
I hurriedly said to him as I was reaching down to get my backpack. "Wait, this isn't your usual stop, is it?" He answered back. "It isn't, but I'm going to see my parents. They're waiting for me at the station.""No, they're not. And you're not going anywhere." He pushed me back in my seat.

His smile turned dark all of a sudden as he grabbed something from under his suit jacket. Was that a fucking gun?! He slowly pulled the gun from his jacket and pressed the tip into my side making me wince a little.
How the hell did this happen? What kind of sick fuck would do this? I needed to find a way to get that gun and get out of here.
He saw me thinking and moved his head closer to mine. "You can't win so don't even try, if you do I'll make sure you DIE along with eeeeeverybody else in this wagon." He whispered into my ear, putting emphasis on the 'die'.

Realising I really couldn't win, I answered."Okay okay, don't kill anyone. Who are you and what do you want?" He looked a little confused for a second but swiftly after that he looked like his own egotistical self again.
"You don't know who I am (y/n)? Honey, I thought you used to work for MI6, clearly you haven't been paying much attention in the office."

"What? How do you know my name?" I reacted slightly shocked, also because he knew I worked for MI6 but I didn't want to confirm that for him. The train passed another platform and was heading for the station where I usually got off.

[ Small chapter, but it gets more exciting after this one ;) ]