An: Guess who's a red-head now? That's right me.

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*Song of the Chapter* : Collar Full- Panic! At The Disco (shocker)

Greta Levine POV-

-past-

James and I sat on the bench a while more, his coat wrapped around me.

I seriously need to get me one of these.

But I mean, the boy just witnessed my insanely scary panic attacks the least I could do was make sure he didn't think I was a complete wacko-case and never wants to see or speak to me again. Especially because we met in a bar. What will our children think?

Wait.

What.

I was surprised at my comment I made in my head.

'You are so stupid'

'How could he even like someone who did the things you did...or more the people you couldn't save'

'Weak'

I didn't even realize that he had asked me if I needed a ride home.

"Yoo-hoo?" He whistled, moving a hand up and down my face.

"Big summer blowout?" My head answered for me. Oh great, now he's gonna think I'm a wacko-case and a five-year old.

Which I'm not denying I am.

I definitely am.

Definitely.

'Of course you are. Nobody likes an immature 26 year old. Especially the weak ones who couldn't pull a steering wheel off someone's leg'

The picture burned in my mind, my I felt my eyes grow hot, I fought back as hard as I could not to cry in front of James.

'Nobody will ever like you...let alone love you'

Maurice does.

'She only pities you. There's a difference.'

My parents did.

'But now they're dead. You could've done something, you know.'

'You let them die'

A felt a tear slip from my eyes.

'Weak and Lonely'

I was snapped awake from my dangerous mind.

"Where do you go?" A figure moved in front of me crouching to my level.

"What do you mean?" I asked, cautiously.

"After you respond to respond to something? You just float up to your head, right?" His eyes seemed to bear into me, like he knew. He knew.

I rotated my head a bit to the side.

"Yes."

"Do you know how to fix it?"

"I hardly think it's something that can be fixed, I'm pretty sure it's just...one more thing wrong in me." I half-smiled.

"You know," he stood up, "I used to think that too. Those voices in your head? They told you that's what it was, right?"

How did our conversation get to this point. Is it because I told him about it? Maybe it was because of the way I acted tonight. Maybe it was just in my aura.

'Stay away from that woman, she's a murderer'

"See how it works?" He interrupted, in front of me. "I can almost hear it, because we all go through the same thing! Well," he corrected, "not everyone. Only the most crazy, most interesting people have voices in their heads. And you, my dear, are an interesting person." He smiled warmly at me.

How did he do that? In a blink of an eye, they were gone. No protest, no fighting. Just all of a sudden 'BAM' sayonara stupid, unforgiving voices in my head.

By now, they would have said something like 'he means interesting in a psychotic murderer way, which you are'

"How...?" I felt warm inside, like someone awakened something new in me, and suddenly I didn't feel like Greta Levine, the psychotic hero of Salt Lake City. I felt like...something. I wanted to dance in joy, but only laughed instead.

"What? What happened?" He asked, smiling at me.

"They're gone! Ha-ha! You did it!" I jumped up from the bench but then became confused. "Wait, how- how did you do it?"

James shook his head, as confused as I was.

"I don't think I did it. I think you did." I smiled at him.

"Well...I've never been able to do that before, I-...thank you, James." I said sheepishly, rubbing my arm.

"Of course." He nodded his head. We stood there for a few awkward moments just smiling at each other.

"Well." I said breaking the silence. "I better go home, find Renee's car an drive them home." I laughed falsely. I was desperately afraid of drunk people. And being drunk. And being in cars with drunk people.

Which is why I didn't want to come.

James laughed (non-falsely). Oh God above, his laugh.

His accent.

His face.

Just...him. The whole aesthetic of him.

"You can leave them here, I'll take you to your house."

So you can murder me? No thanks.

"Thank you." I said all to quickly, ignoring my head and going with my instincts.

Greta Barbara Levine! How could you? You barely know the majestic, beautiful creature in front of you.

"No problem! I do this sort of thing all the time."

All the time? He's definitely an axe-murderer.

POV switch- Moriarty

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Why am I even doing this for a member of the human race? I don't even...like...this girl in the slightest...at all.

James Moriarty doesn't like people.

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POV switch- Greta

"I'm sure you do..." I gave him a look.

"What? Did I just say that?" He looked panicky. "I'm sorry. I meant I help people...all the time...helping...people...because people need help...not like you need help! I'm not saying that! I'm just...all the time I'm helping people." He rocked on his heels and put his hands in his tux pockets, sheepishly.

I bursted out laughing, doubling over in the middle of the empty parking lot, where we were walking to his car, like a drugged hyena.

"What?" He crossed his arms and somewhat pouted.

"I'm just awkward...and you're awkward...and it's just so beautiful!" I began wiping tears from my eyes. "Oh man, I gotta sleep before this comes to bite me in the butt." I shook my head.

"I'm not awkward. I'm smooth." He corrected. I smiled at him.

"Well then, Mr. Smooth, we better get home before either of us say something more awkward and embarrass ourselves."

"Too late." I heard James mumble. I chuckled more.

"So where's your car?" I asked curiously. A huge hearse-looking limo pulled in front of us, as I looked around the lot. I gave a look to James.

"What?" He raised an eyebrow at me.

"What an ass-hole!" I whisper-yelled. "He just pulled in front of us, and now we can't walk across the lot to get to your vehicle."

James looked like he was gonna die, trying not to laugh.

"Sir?" A window rolled down and an elderly man in his fifties rolled down the window.

James smiled at me and opened the door to the limo. My eyes widened.

POV switch- Moriarty

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James Moriarty doesn't open doors for people! People open doors for him!

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POV switch- Greta

He rides around in a limo!?

This boy gets more and more majestic the more I get to know him!

Okay, he has to be a master-mind criminal or something!

I was flustered by his politeness when he opened the door for me and I said the first thing that came to my mind.

"Do you like Fall Out Boy?" I whispered.

"Why? Is this a little more than you bargained for?" He smirked.

I'm pretty sure I floated into his limo and died inside.

"So what's your address? My driver can punch it in and get home."

"I kind feel the need to drive the limo to get myself home. I literally just me you a couple of hours ago." I teased. "Either that or sit next to the driver so I can make sure he takes the right turns to my house."

He smiled at me.

"If you want to, you can sit next to the driver. It's not a big deal."

"Aw sweet!" My eyes sparkled and I ran out the car to the front. "Hi!" I said to his driver as I sat down next to him, buckling my seat belt. "I'm Greta Levine, and I'll be your GPS guide today!" I said, in a announcer voice.

"Hello, Miss. I'm Robert." He nodded towards her.

"Can I call you Bob? I'm gonna call you Bob. Okay, Bob, take a left once you get out of the parking lot here and literally just go straight until you hit gravel." I tuned around to face James who was looking out the window as he chewed on his nails. "Hey! That's a nasty habit." I teased.

He looked over at me, and then his nails. "Oh! Yeah, I guess I do that now." He shrugged.

"Hey, how's the Limo on gravel? I live seven miles away from town, about."

"Why do you live so far away?"

"Why not? I've lived in the same house for...ever since I was a child. I bought it from my parents...in a way." I turned back around in my seat. "Hey." I switched my attention to the driver. "Do you have any music? Like, a radio or something?"

Bob smiled. "Yes Ma'am."

I smiled back, looking at the radio and turned it on. "Hey." I turned back around. 'Oh Micky' played quietly in the background. "Heard this song, before?"

"Oh God..." James said disgustedly.

I laughed and turned it up, singing along.

"Oh, Micky you're so fine, you're so fine you blow my mind. Hey Mickey!" I began to do the Macarena while I was in the front, trying not to hit Bob, laughing.

"Take a right now, we've hit gravel, sir, it won't be long until we've reached destination." I teased. I heard James chuckle in the background. I smiled and turned around. "You liked that?"

"Yeah, yeah, that was good." He admitted, hiding his smile with a bowed head.

"Just came up with that. Cuz my mind is just so clever and awkward that when you put those two together, brilliant things happen!" I used jazz hands.

"Ma'am?" Bob interrupted.

"Oh, keep going straight until you get to a house, with a hill and gardens. The house will be on top of the hill." I explained, saluting Bob.

"Yes, ma'am." He nodded his head. I turned back to James.

"I like this coat." I pouted. He chuckled.

"You can keep it. I have more at my hotel."

I pumped my fist bring in down slowly. I suddenly stopped. "Wait, how many coats do you have?"

"A whole closet full of them."

"Wow. A limo and a closet full of just overcoats, you know how to impress someone."

"What can I say?" He teased.

"Ma'am? Is this it?" I looked to where he was pointing.

"Yes. That's it. It's not 'closet full of overcoats' rich but I'm too sentimental to get me a bigger one."

We pulled into the drive as I got out, James unrolling the window.

"Thanks for the ride home. God knows I needed it." I said.

"Anytime."

"I figured. Since you love helping people...all the time...helping...people." I mocked his awkward moment. He chuckled.

"You're never going to let me live that down."

"No. And I'll be able to put my advantage to use right? Come and stop by the bookstore. You won't need a name. It's like, the best local bookstore ever."

"Oh I'm sure it is, with you working there." He smirked.

"See ya later, James Moriarty." I saluted him and then walked up my porch. He called after me.

"How did you know my last name?" His smile faded.

"Spoilers, James." And with that suspense, I left him, impressed with my use of references. I would've married him on the spot if he got that. He didn't. Might as well keep him on his toes, then he'd be forced to see me again.

I watched as the limo pulled away, James' window never pulled back up. I saw him watch as the vehicle backed up.

I smirked to myself, heading to my sweet sweet bed.

POV switch- Moriarty (bear with me)

Everything that was done in the last few hours was almost as if I was a completely different person. Like I was someone else controlling the body of James Moriarty.

But I know that James Moriarty will not be disappointed to see Greta Levine again. In fact,

I think I'm looking forward to it.

AN: WOO! That took a long time! Geez Louise I hope writers block goes away soon on the whole Sherlock present time bit. But the next chapter is another Grames thing (the ship name for James and Greta, thanks Banana_tree )

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