Silence Will Fall (BBC Sherlock Fanfiction) ✔️

Chapter 23

CAN WE GET 4 VOTES THIS TIME? LIKE FOUR VOTES TO A NEW CHAPTER? OKII :D

I was currently talking on the phone with Davidson who was in Bulgaria, talking to one of my main clients.

"He said 300,000 Pounds if you helped him with a crime." I nod, writing this down in my small book.

"I want to know what the crime is. So I could find the amount of money I will need to pay for blah blah, and then find out my final Income." I hear rummaging through the phone, I know that Davidson wrote the notes, and that he is looking for them.

"He has everything, but he needs some of our men. That's all he said." I write that down again.

"We also have to fly them out, so thats a couple thousand gone... Who should we send? Should we use Phil and Cooper?" I ask Davidson. He laughs.

"Alright , let me guess? Eager to work again?" He jokes. I laugh back.

"Obviously. They've been pestering me for the past three weeks." I state.

"Ah. Makes sense. Everyone wants to make you happy." I smile at that.

"But are you sure you can't find out more about the crime?" Davidson sighs.

"He said it's for someone else. He said you would know him? James. That's all he said." I drop my pen. Davidson only knew Moriarity by Jim, so he was clueless to the meaning of the name.

"James?" I ask, making sure my ears aren't broken or something.

"Mhm."

"Alright. I will need to speak to James, straight away." I hang up quickly, and I close my book. I then walk to my kitchen where the laptop was, and I start typing.

'55678999910' I am greeted with the page that shows all the criminal acts. I go in, and search for Moriarity.

Like Facebook (which is horrid in my opinion since I'm a criminal and apperently thats not a good job) I sent him a message.

'What do you want my men for?'

He answers straight away, as if expecting me.

'I missed you Isis.'

'What do you want my men for?'

'Just needed a way to contact you. Texting is wayy to boring.'

'Oh really?'

'Yes. There is a crime though, and you will get your 300,000 pounds.'

'Alright. Come to the apartment.'

I log off and go to my website. I check it out, and the count bar is really high. Two million.

I start typing a new entry.

'Hello Sweethearts. Turns out I'm a diamond cause a certain criminal needs me. Let's hope it's something worth looking into. Hugs and kisses to all those brilliant people ;P-Isis '

I close the laptop and open my fridge. I find a piece of cake. I smile and pull it out. When I close the fridge door, Jim was there watching me.

"You called?" I sigh.

"I was hoping to enjoy my piece of cake." Jim makes a hand motion.

"Be my guest." He states with a smirk.

I make a buzzer noise.

"EHHH! Wrong. You're MY guest. Don't turn this into a game of dominance James because I will always come on top." I state. Jim laughs out loud.

"Oh, I know sweetyheart. I mean, you always pushed me at the bottom." I laugh at him.

"Back to business. What am I needed for?" He looks at his nails then back at me.

"I've been planning a 'terrorist attack' for a long time. I need you to decipher this code." He shows me a code. I read it, but I only get a little part.

"I really can't.." I squint my eyes.

"Cmon, try." He eggs me on. I look him in the eye.

"I actually can't." He then grabs my neck, tight enough to hold me, but not enough to choke me.

"DO IT!" He yells in my face. I look at him hard.

"That is not my field. Decipher your own goddamn code." I step on his foot, causing his grip to loosen. I then elbow his gut, causing him to hunch over. I elbow his back, causing him to lose balance and fall to the floor. I put my foot on his back, pushing hard. He laughs.

"James Moriarity next time you hold me I promise you I WILL cut off your hand." He shrugs. I move my foot, so he could pick himself up. I push him out angrily.

I look back at my table to see the cake eaten. THAT SON OF A BITCH ATE MY CAKE