2. The Offer
Jim had been really pressing his luck lately, and I couldn't understand why. He was trying to be riskier, coming back to the house earlier than expected. A few times I swore he was going to get caught by Dean, leaving me to explain why I was housing someone in secret. I was housing Jim for a much different reason than Dean. While Dean had showed up to protect me, Jim had come to ask me for help.
Looking back on that day, I wondered why I'd agreed to begin with.
~*~
An annoying sense of déjà vu crept up on me when I heard a pounding on the door. I looked to the front door strangely. It was night, so Dean couldn't be back. He'd just left for work. A little wary, I grabbed a rolling pin from one of my drawers and headed to answer the door. The person before me looked a bit taken aback by my defensive stance.
"Expecting someone else?"
His accent caught me off guard. It wasn't often that I heard people with different accents. I placed his as Irish after I thought about it for a while.
"You're not the first stranger to come knocking on my door," I said lowly, still keeping a tight grip on the rolling pin.
"Oh, so you're that kind of girl." He chuckled.
I scowled. "Hardly. Look, I'm not one for people hanging around my house, and I don't know you, so you better leave before I call the police."
"I'm not doing anything to you."
"You're bothering me, for one thing. You're also trespassing. That's motive enough to have you arrested."
"Listen, Ms. Whitmore, I came to you to ask for your help."
My eyes widened, I stood more erect. "How do you know me?"
"I knew your father."
"Bullshit."
"A woman with some fire in her. I bet your sister has the same."
"You better leave now." First this guy knew my name, supposedly knew my father, and somehow knew I had a sister. He wasn't exactly earning brownie points.
"Just hear me out, please. I'm not here to hurt you; I came here to ask a favor of you."
"Why?"
"The person who was after your father may be after me."
"Tough luck for you. Do you live around here?"
"No, I live in England, London to be more specific."
"That's a long way to travel."
"Your father's murderer has a lot of connections. I have no doubt he'll start coming after others like him, including me."
"Why would you come to me? I was told I could be in danger from his murderer. Why would you want to come to me if you're in the same danger?"
"I didn't know where else to turn. Please, Raine, I knew your father. I know you and I don't know each other, but I'm willing to bet you're like your father."
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An Agent of Chaos (BBC Sherlock Fan Fiction)
Fanfiction**Now featured on Wattpad's Official Sherlock Fanfic Reading List!** Her world is anything but normal. Her life may seem put together, but nobody knows what goes on behind closed doors. But what does Raine Whitmore, an unemployed American, have in...