HEY THERE! It's a short filler chapter but who care!? I think its cute. 

Also, I will be going through my chapters and making corrections to spelling, grammer mistakes and placing the GIFS at the top. Reasons why explained at the end of chapter.

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James Moriarty POV

 -past- 

Walking with Greta was something I never wanted to end. She was real and she saw life the same way I did. Boring. 

It's easy to talk to someone if they are similar to you, and talking to her was like talking to myself. Besides the whole untouchable criminal part. 

Greta Levine could easily become a friend of mine...if I don't have to execute her. 

"So," she looked over at me, the autumn air bit at my nose, and leaves fell around us from trees that were planted at the edge of the sidewalk. "I know nothing about you except you love...helping people...all the time...helping...people." She mocked me from the night before. Damn, when is she going to let that go? 

I chuckled. 

"Well, I'm English." I motioned to myself. 

"I know that already. Tell me something I don't know." She challenged. I smirked. 

I'm a criminal mastermind, feared in all countries in the world, except yours apparently seeming there hasn't been any breaking news that I've sneaked my way into it. Is that were you'd like me to start? 

"Well..." I said out loud. "My favorite color is silver." Like Greta's eyes but that's totally irrelevant...I promise. 

"My favorite color is probably a dark red." She nodded her head, and put her hands in the pockets of her dark blue vest she had put over her denim blouse. 

"Like...blood red?" 

"No, more like...a burgundy. Or maroon." We walked in silence for a while, and suddenly Greta snickered. 

"What's so funny?" I asked her. 

"It's just...I'm 26 years old, and I'm talking to another adult about my favorite color." She laughed and hid her face in her hands while continuing to walk. 

"It is a little silly now that I think about it." I admitted, laughing a bit, still on edge in case I do not get the answer I want from Greta. But once an idea is popped in my head, it's hard to get rid of it. It feeds on my head, and my thoughts until it's all I think about. "Sometimes I think many adults all talk silly, nowadays. No one ever really talks intelligently. And everyone is okay with it." 

"I agree. I mean how can people," Greta began to speak, almost searching for the right words to explain what was going on in her head. I used to be like that...and then I got clever. "Just...go through life. Just kinda...be there and not feel any need to do something? Like they're okay with staying alive. After all, it's just staying. They're not doing anything to make a mark with what they got. They're just...okay with normal life." 

That hit me hard. She was right. The human existence is just...staying. And I hated it. 

"Yeah." Was all I could say. Greta's face slumped. 

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to rant or anything, it just happens sometimes. I'm really sorry." 

"No!" I said all to quickly. I caught myself. "No, you just put what I've been feeling for a long time into words. I was surprised that you got it so easily." I explained so she didn't feel bad. She gave me a small smile. 

"So." I started once again into another conversation. People walked around us, one bumping into Greta but not stopping to apoligize. Her shoulder jerked back but shrugged it off as if she was used to it. If that were to happen to me, he'd be dead. Anyone who was to wrong me, or betray me was sure as hell not taking another breath.

 I figured I might as well pop my question as we're walking. It be a shame to waste money on someone who I'd have to kill. I figured if she wasn't who she said she was I could lure her in an alleyway. 

My boys would know what to do. 

"So...?" She trailed, her smile shifted to the side as she leaned forward in her jacket, taking long strides.

"How did you figure out my full name? I do believe I never told you." I faked a playful smile. 

"Oh?" She looked confused for a second. "Oh right. I just looked at your jacket you gave me last night. The tag or whatever? I don't know about you, but I haven't written my name in a jacket tag since Kindergarten." She teased. 

She was right. And thank God. All my jackets had my name embroidered in them with Moriarty just because I'm rich and I can. Although, the criminal side of me told me I should just kill her anyways, she could be lying. 

The other part of me tugged at my brain telling me the risk would be worth it. 

I heaved a breath of relaxation and relief yet confusion as to what I should do and shrugged my shoulders dramatically, hiding my neck with my coat. 

"Old habits die hard, I guess." 

"I guess so, but embroidered?" She shook her head, and grinned. I loved it when she grinned, because her eyes squinted and her nose wrinkled and her teeth shone. 

"I like the luxurious life." I defended myself. 

"Ooh." She pretended to throw a scarf around her shoulder. "I can see that, now." I laughed lightly, as we reached a small sandwich shop. The sound of an accordion seeped out from the restaurant. The windows were huge and covered the front of the shop which was connected to two other stores. 

A man around his fifties sat on top of a counter, serenading the crowd with his surprisingly good music. 

Greta smiled as we stopped to watch the music. Her eyes seemed to light up when she saw the instrument and the way it moved. 

"Now that is cool." She finally said, turning to me and she smirked. "Still wanna go to that new Italian place? Or here instead." 

"I like this place. It seems like it could use some business, you think?" I shrugged my shoulders. Greta nodded her head, and agreed with me. 

"Definitely." She opened the door for me. 

"Isn't the man supposed to open the door for the lady?" I raised an eyebrow at her. 

"Oh. Silly me." She teased, and walked into the restaurant, slamming the door in front of me. I tucked my chin in, in an attempt to keep myself from running into the window door. 

I rolled my eyes, playfully, and she slowly opened the door, a smirk drew her face. 

"And that's the last time I try and be polite." I copied her smirk and walked inside, not taking my eyes off Greta. 

"What? It slipped." She pretended to be innocent as she made her way over to a booth. The inside of the restaurant was themed as a 1940 era as there were old framed photos and fashion magazines decorated the walls. I sat down in front of Greta and looked around the brightly orange-lit place. The table-top had magazine clippings hidden under glass and a waitress, who looked about the same age as the man playing the accordion, gave us menus. 

"Thank you." Greta said to the waitress almost as if she does this everyday. I said nothing. 

"I'm Rachel, and I'll be your server. Can I start you off with any drinks." Rachel said this with little to none enthusiasm although at one point I could have sworn she smiled at Greta. Or it could have been wishful thinking. 

"I'll have a pink lemonade please?" Greta started off, in a polite tone. 

"Well we could give you lemonade...with red food coloring in it?" Rachel sassed. She was surprisingly snappy for a cheery old woman. Minus the cheery. 

"Um, no thank you." Greta said while looking at me, strangely. "Regular lemonade is fine." She tried to hold back small laughter. 

"And for you."The waitress turned to me. She was obviously more irritable with me than she was with Greta which was confusing and refreshing at the same time that the entire human race isn't like Greta so I can still have something against them. 

"I'll just have a water." I paused as she wrote it down sloppily on a pad of paper. "Unless I need food coloring in it." I remarked. Greta covered her mouth with her hand and slouched over, trying even harder to contain herself. 

The waitress gave me a glare as she walked away, notepad in hand. We watched as she handed the drink order to a window where chef's were cooking away, and then suddenly glare at the two of us again. 

I gave Greta a triumphant grin as I turned around to face her, picking up the menu with a flick of my wrist. As I did so, Greta chuckled. 

"What?" I defended myself. She shook her head and slowly picked up her brochure for a menu, and in a low voice mocked me. 

"Unless I need food coloring in it." She manipulated her voice to sound like mine, accent and all while making a goofy face. I chuckled. 

"Well," I tilted my head to the side. "She was being a bit rude." 

"And so were you." She laughed a bit before interrupting herself with her own exclamation, "Ooh! A 24 inch sandwich! I wonder where they get that kind of bread?" 

"They probably make it." I guessed sarcastically. 

"Probably. But like, wouldn't that be interesting to meet someone who for a living makes ginormous bread. I would marry that person. Then I could have a 78 inch sandwich everyday at my will. I could just prop my feet up on a table and my little baker husband could make me a sandwich instead of the reverse." She ranted, almost like she didn't realize she was talking a mile a minute. "And then, my kids will learn how to make sandwiches for mommy instead of going to school." 

"Wouldn't that be illegal?" I raised an eyebrow, awaiting her answer. 

"Not if you get caught!" She said, in an obvious-tone. 

I think I just fell in like with this woman. 

I laughed slightly. "That is 100% correct. But..wouldn't you also get fat?" 

"Yeah, but it'd be worth it!" Greta's eyes widened. 

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AN: HEYO! 

So school started literally three days ago and I'm already stressed and sleep-deprived! I also tried out for our school's fall musical Annie and was casted for July, one of the main orphans! SOOO EXCITED! IF YOU LOVE SINGING AND BEING ANOTHER PERSON MUSICALS ARE FOR YOU! 

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