A Man In Black

Dining with the Devil

Andrea was given a large room in the country mansion. The room had a double bed, a table, its own bathroom and a little kitchen. She walked over to the sofa, and smiled as she saw the Tv. Perfect!

Locking the door, Andrea sat down, opening her laptop,  she clicked on her secure email, and began typing. 

I'm in and employed, what else do you want of me? 

Agent 6879

*Send*

Andrea's plan was this; if Jim thought she was working for him, then he would give her the 6,000 pounds a fortnight, and while the ISIA thought she was working for them, they would give her the 700 pounds a week, that added up to 6,700 a fortnight. Although initially she was thinking of working for James Moriarty, in the end, Andrea had made the decision to work for the ISIA, while giving Moriarty a little information on them, in the mean time reporting all his movements to the ISIA, as she prepared to assassinate him. But she wanted to drag that out as long as possible, the longer it took for him to die, the longer she got good pay.  

She closed her laptop and smiled. This was a good mission. 

Someone knocked at the door. Andrea snapped the laptop shut, and slid it under the couch cushion before she said. "Come in?" 

A maid opened the door, and curtsied. "Master Moriarty would like you to come for dinner at 6 o'clock exactly, and he also says that if you are not there on time, he will come up personally and remove you of your feet." 

Andrea's eyebrows went up. "Oh, well you can tell Master Moriarty that I am very attached to my feet, quite literally, and I will be there on time." 

"Very good miss," the maid shut the door. 

Well this was going to be a good opportunity. Opening her case, she pulled out a little bottle, it was Dimethylmercury, a poison that could take up to ten months to kill a person, if a single drop is drunk or touched to the skin. With the utmost care, and wearing leather cloves, Andrea placed a single drop on her handkerchief, then folding it in half, to keep the poison side in, she put it back in her pocket. 

* * *

*Moriarty's view* 

It was amusing watching the girl come to dinner, I could tell it took every ounce of her will to not stand up and leave. Such an ordinary girl. 

She mostly ate in silence, occasionally glancing at me. I like to think she was dazzled by my beauty. 

Andrea looked at me, asking, "So...do I keep my feet?" 

Silly girl, she wanted to start a conversation. She's so awkward and boring. "Nah, I think I will chop them off, then I will skiiiin you alive." 

"I see." she said, taking in a mouthful of potato. I rolled my eyes. 

"Stayin' alive, stayin' alive, ah ah ah ah, stayin' aliiiiiiive!"  Why does my phone always ring at times like this!? 

I answered it; "Yes, Moran, I thought I told you...WHAT? No, look, I'm not in the mood, reaaally not in the mood, just kill her, or remove her toenails, or whatever...yes, don't be simple, Sebastian..." 

I caught Andrea holding up the wine bottle like, can I have some? 

I flapped my hand at her, a gesture that was supposed to mean yes. Silly girl. 

SPLOSH! 

What now!? 

"Hang on Moran," I looked over the table. Andrea had dropped the bottle and splashed it over the tablecloth. "Whoops, I'm really sorry." 

*Andrea's view* 

What an absolutely irritating man!? The look he was throwing me was something between disgust and amusement. I really wasn't that clumsy, but I still blushed, because this man was gorgeous, and at the moment he thought I was a complete moron. I just needed to have a reason to wipe the bottle with Dimethylmercury. I had already poured myself a glass of the un-poisoned wine, now, I got out my handkerchief, and mopped the opening of the bottle. Dimethylmercury would be sitting on the glass, so that when James Moriarty poured himself a glass, he would be poisoned. It would probably take several weeks until he actually died. 

I soaked up the rest of the wine on the table, careful not to touch the Dimethylmercury on the cloth, after I had finished mopping it up, I dropped my handkerchief under the table. 

"Moran, I do not put up with stupid people, do you know why? Because stupid people are like goldfish, and I am a cat, a pussy that likes to eat goldfish...So DON'T YOU DARE FAIL MEEEeeee!" Jim hung up, and gave me one of those looks. "Sorry, just sometimes I neeeeed to correct my employees. Pass the wine would you?" 

Oh yes gladly, Mr. Moriarty. 

I slid the bottle towards him. As soon as his hands grasped the outside, he tipped it upside-down, letting the wine pour to the ground. He didn't even glance at the bottle, his eyes just staring at my open mouthed face. "Kepone, Dimethylmercury or thallium?" 

"Uh, um, Dimethylmercury." I said in a dry voice. 

He sighed, and shook his head, saying in that smooth Irish voice. "Now then, poppet, poisoning your host at the dinner table is not polite. Please pass me the white wine, the un-intoxicated one." 

Without a word, I passed it to him. What a bloody devil he was!

He smiled at me, like he knew the words running through my head. "You'll need a new dress, you've spilled wine on yourself." 

"Why do you care? I just tried to kill you." I said. 

He leaned close to me, so I could feel his breath on my face. "I know dear, that's exactly why I care." 

Right, that's sort of weird...a little bit. But damn...I need to stop thinking he's absolutely beautiful... 

"A green dress for you, I think, yes. You'll find one in your room tomorrow morning." he said absently. "Oh, would you care for some more wine?" 

Oh dang...