Y/N P.O.V
"Do you want me to wait out here for you?" Mike asked as I made sure I had everything.
"No. I'll text you if I need anything." He nodded and as soon as I got out of the car he drove off.
I noticed the door was unlocked and I checked the time. 12:02.
The street was empty and I knew Jim wouldn't have been this careless. Meaning he's with someone who isn't a criminal, or hasn't been one for very long.
I quickly entered the building and immediately heard voices.
I opened the door slightly, seeing the infamous Sherlock Holmes and Doctor John Watson. An interesting couple indeed.
I decided to have some fun and called Jim's mobile number, almost laughing when I heard his ringtone.
"Do you mind if I get that?" He asked with a sigh and I bit my lip, trying not to laugh.
"Oh no, Please, you've got the rest of your life." Sherlock replied and I snuck another glance to see him with a gun pointed towards Jim.
The ringtone stopped and I quickly brought the phone to my ear, silently closing the door so no one could hear me.
"Hello?" He asked calmly and I took a deep breath, leaving the building.
"Hiya Jim. The door to your office is locked, right?" I asked in an equally calm tone as I jogged round the back and saw Jim's car.
"Yes, of course it is. What do you want?" He asked in annoyed tone and I quickly cracked open the back door, most likely where Jim entered.
"Well it's not anymore. I picked the lock and I'm going through your stuff. You have adorable baby photos." I hid my laughter as he took a sharp intake of breath.
"SAY THAT AGAIN!" I flinched at His sudden outburst, I could hear it on the other side of the door in front of me.
"Say that again and know that if you're lying to me, I will find you and I will sssssssssssssskin you." I smirked slightly.
"Jim come back. Wrap up whatever you're doing and put me on speaker, I'll be quiet, promise." Maybe lying was a bad idea... who am I joking? All my ideas are terribly bad, yet hilarious.
"Wait." He said quickly and sighed.
"Sorry..." The echo was obvious and I knew I was on speaker so I tapped mute. Now, even if I make a sound they won't hear it.
"Wrong day to die." His voice was dangerously low and I bit my lip nervously.
"Oh, did you get a better offer?" A voice, Sherlock's I believe, asked, but Jim seemingly ignored him.
"You'll be hearing from me, Sherlock." Jim replied and the echo of footsteps became distant.
"So if you have what you say you have, I will make you rich. If you do not, I will make you into shoes." His voice was much clearer now and I quickly hung up on him as he walked through the doors.
"Surprise?" His eyes widened and anger flashed through them, before a mixture of amusement and excitement.
"That was very dramatic Jim, would you really skin me? Turn me into shoes?" I asked with fake confidence, not letting down my guard.
"I should, but considering you just potentially saved my life I will let you live." A wave of relief washed over me and Jim smirked.
"However, you did just embarrass me in front of Sherlock Holmes... I think you owe me an apology."
"I'm sorry." I said genuinely and he shook his head.
"What?" I asked and his smirk grew.
"I don't want a verbal apology." I glared at him with a small smirk.
"I don't want to deal with a stubborn, psychopathic, man-child, but here I am." He didn't react, just pouted and I rolled my eyes.
"Hmm, maybe I'll kiss you goodnight as an apology." I joked and walked away, unaware that Jim was blushing behind me.
~Le Skip~
I smirked at Jim as his eyes began to close.
We were both sat on the sofa at his house, two glasses of wine on the table, along with two empty bottles.
"What time is it?" He mumbled and I looked at my watch, taking a few seconds to concentrate properly.
"Umm, half past 4? No, half past 3." I confirmed and he chuckled slightly, opening his eyes.
"We should probably go to bed." He suggested and I dramatically rolled my eyes.
"But Jim! That's soooooo boring!" I complained and he smirked at me.
"Not if you give me that goodnight kiss you promised before." He joked, but something in his voice sounded serious and hopeful. He sat up and looked at me, his eyes sparkling in the dim light.
I leaned forward, pressing my lips against his for no more than a few seconds, before pulling away. We were both blushing and I nervously bit my lip.
"Jim-" he cut me off, with a kiss and I immediately kissed back. My hands moved up to his neck as his rested on my hips, during the surprisingly gentle kiss. He pulled away, leaving barely an inch between our faces.
Somehow, I had managed to sit on his lap and I went to move, but his arms wrapped around my waist.
"Stay here." He whispered and I did, compelled by his sweet accent.
