Are you Richard Brook or Moriarty?

Kill Me... Not. CH 11

When I woke I was tied to a chair. "Typical and Boring" I said out loud accidentally, I should not be scared because I did kiss a consulting criminal. He never killed me for some odd reason.

"Oh good you're awake" a familiar voice sung.

"Moriarty, I am never surprised. But yet again you just can not leave me alone, what do I have that strikes your fancy" I said trying not to cry or sound weak, I would face him emotionless not mater what.

"Nothing about you strikes my fancy" he said flatly.

"But Mr Brook" I said in a high mocking voice. He then grabbed my tied up wrist.

"That's enough" he said unamused.

"What, you offended, shame you actually though I liked you." I lied.

"You were very convincing" he sung. But there was something there that made him seem upset.

"Yes, what did you think" I laughed.

"I now have made my mind up" he said in my ear.

"Why have you got me here, I'm getting bored" yes I am a woman who will make Moriarty suffer... Maybe? I thought.

"I was going to kill you"

"Boring" I sighed. I was taking this pretty well seeming that I wanted to cry.

"It is interesting how I never noticed your act" he said. "You will fall for me" he smiled.

"We both know that's not quite true" I said on the verge of breaking, but I hoped it sounded like I was going to laugh. I bit my lip and thought of something else.

"I liked your special touch with breaking your window and screaming" he said. I looked down at my cut up arm. Weird it looked like someone had cleaned it.

"Oh that" did he really care enough to clean my wounds?

"What's wrong?" He asked "afraid of dying?" He smiled on the dying part.

"No" I scoff. I ACTUALLY AM TERRIFIED. I looked down at my wrists again. "WHAT?!" I gasped out loud.

"Are you afraid of me now?" He asked. No did you even try to tie me up? because if you were heartless at all you would of made my wrist tied tightly. BECAUSE THEY ARE LOOSE IF I WANTED TO ESCAPE I COULD. I just needed to know the right time to.

"NO!" I said "it's just that, never mind" I smiled, if he was like Sherlock in any way he would hate not knowing.

"What?!" He wined. Bingo he is like Sherlock. BOOM I AM ON FIRE.

"It's just that, if you didn't like me you would have killed me by now and secondly I gasped because you Moriarty cleaned my wounds" I smirked. Don't be fooled I am still scared.

"Oh Jamie" he sighed. For a second he looked up at me with no hate. It was cute, NO DO NOT GO FOR A PSYCHOPATH THEY ARE NOT GOOD FOR ANYONE. He turned his back to me and stared out the window. Now is my chance to GET OUT. I slipped my hands out of the rope and quickly untied my feet. I scan the room for a door to exit, but I didn't just want to leave. I have a feeling if I leave something bad will happen. I stood up and waited for him to turn around. I stared at the back of his head waiting. "Moriarty?" I said. He turned around frowning.

"I thought you left" he said with a smirk.

"Um well um..." I couldn't put my English into a sentience.

"You're cute" he said then shocked that he said that.

"Oh" I tried not to blush, I MUST NOT SHOW HIM EMOTION IN ANY FORM! He walked over to me. He was slightly taller than me.

"Can I ask you something" Moriarty said.

"Sure" I sighed making it look as if I was bored.

"You must answer with the truth" he said firmly "promise?"

"I promise" I muttered.

"Who left the note on your desk?" He asked with out blinking.

"Is it any of your business" I said in irritation, even though I was not irritated. Or maybe I was a little.

"Sorry" he said eyes widened and he put his hands up in defense. I couldn't help but smile and laughed at his reaction. I might tell him who I was with... Because I wanted to see his reaction to that... Ok I admited it I wanted to see if he got jealous over me having dinner with Sherlock.

"Ok the person who sent the note was... Sherlock, I had dinner with Sherlock" I smiled every time I said his name to make it look like I really liked Sherlock. I looked up at Moriarty for a second he looked shattered but he covered it up with his emotionless expression, in his eye I could still see sadness.

"I would love to stay and chat but I have important things to do." He said flatly. I bit my lip to tried and not cry, his face was so heart breaking.

"Oh" I looked down in disappointment. I could tell he was smiling. DAMN I SHOWED EMOTION. That is exactly what he wanted. I'll leave first I went to walk.

"Jamie" Moriarty said.

"What" I sighed and pretended to be fed up.

"Did you really lie to me about liking me... Because-" he choked. He looked so sad like someone had taken the only thing from him that mattered. I bit my lip to stop myself from crying. "Because" he continued pulling me out of my thoughts "Jamie, I don't like you-" I cut him off.

"Jerk" I said slapping him and I felt like I was dying. A cry burned in my throat, He looked really annoyed at my reaction, I then realized hitting him was not the best way to show how I felt. Moriarty stepped closer to me, eyes blazing. He was to kill me.