It had been a few days and you had lost the hope that you would being seeing Jim again. Everyday on your walk home from work you would look for him and you'd look everywhere else too, but there was no sign of him anywhere. 'Maybe he didnt mean what he said, maybe he didn't intend to see me again. I mean we didn't exchange numbers so how would we plan to meet again?' You thought with a sigh.

"What's wrong, y/n?" John asked as he heard you sigh.

"Huh? Oh...nothing. It's just something that's been on my mind for a few days." You say as his question brings you back to reality. You had kindly accepted his offer to join him for tea but you had been spacing out a lot and he knew something was wrong.

"What is it?"

"It's nothing really. Don't worry about it." You told John before taking a drink of your tea. He frowned a little but didn't say anything. Suddenly Sherlock walked in the room and he could tell something was wrong with you too.

"You've met someone and you enjoyed their company, but you haven't contacted them...not because you don't want to but because you can't. Was it a man or a woman?"

"Oh hi Sherlock, I'm good, thanks for asking, how are you today?" You sarcastically say and roll your eyes. Sherlock wasn't amused and asked his question again.

"A man," You sighed. "But I'm sure he'll text or call me soon." You knew it was a lie and Sherlock could probably tell but you didn't want him to think he could deduce everything about your life. He opened his mouth and started saying something but was cut off when your phone buzzed in your pocket, alerting you of a text. 'Perfect timing' you thought. You pulled it out and started smiling like a madman when you read the message.

Dinner tonight, love? I'll pick you up at 7. What's your address?

-JM

"I'm guessing that text is from the man you met." John said with a smile and you nod as you reply to Jim, not considering how he got your number.

I'd love to! I live at 221c Baker St. Can't wait to see you at 7!

-(y/i)

After you send the text, you say goodbye to the boys and head back to your flat to get ready. After spending ten minutes trying to figure out what to wear there's a knock on your door. You open it to find Mrs. Hudson standing there with a big, flat box.

"This just came for you, dear." She said handing you the box as you thanked her and closed the door. You walked back into your bedroom and opened the box to find a beautiful, floor-length dress that happened to be your favorite color. There was also a note in the box saying, "I hope it's your size -JM". You quickly tried it on and it fit perfectly. You then style your hair and makeup to go with the dress and put on a pair of simple black heels. You still had a half hour until seven so you decided to watch your favorite show until you heard the knock at your door. You stood up and looked in the mirror before opening the door to find a very handsome Irishman standing there with a smirk while he looked you up and down.

"Well, well, well...I must say, you look quite stunning in that dress, but I bet you'd look better with it off." Jim said, winking at you and holding out his arm. You bit your lip and smiled a little as you took his arm.

"You look quite handsome tonight as well."

He smiled and lead you out to a black car that was similar to the one you saw the first time you two met. He opened the car door and waited for you to get in before he climbed in next to you. He leaned forward and told the driver the address and the car started moving.

"Thank you for the dress by the way." You say softly as you put your hand on his. Jim looks into your eyes and smirks.

"You're very welcome."

The car ride wasn't too long and when you got out you were amazed by the grand building in front of you. You had never been to a five star restaurant before, your family had always been too poor. Jim saw the amazement in your eyes as he stood next to you with one arm around your waist.

"Are you just gonna stand and stare or do you want go inside and eat?" He joked. You laugh a little and follow him up to the door. He opens the door for you and you step in and gaze around, realizing that the inside was even more exquisite. Jim told the server his last name and all the color drained from his face in fear as he quickly showed you to your table. Jim pulled out your chair and you sat down and looked at the menu in front of you and he did the same. You looked up at him while he was still reading and you could see something in his eyes; a sort of dead feeling. He looked up and caught you staring and smirked.

"Do you know what you what to order?"

You nod and he calls the waiter over to give him your orders.

"So what do you do for a living? It must be something important if you can afford buying a dress like this and dining at a place like this." You say, gesturing to your dress and the restaurant around you.

"Well, let's just say I fix other people's problems for a reasonable sum of money. What do you do?"

"Compared to your job, my job is barely anything. I work in a small café." You say with a grin.

"That's better than nothing and I bet you're good at giving people what they want." Jim said with a mischievous smirk and something new in his eyes that you couldn't quite make out. You feel your cheeks heat up and you assume your face was probably bright red. You didn't know what to say but lucky the awkward moment was avoided by the waiter coming over with your food.

You and Jim spent the rest of the time eating your food and talking about each others interests and lives, but he always avoided any questions about his job until you stopped asking them.

"So since you live in 221c, you must be friends with Sherlock or at least on good terms with him, right?"

You weren't surprised when this question came up, you were actually surprised that it took this long for the question to come up.

"Well I wouldn't really say we're friends but I visit their flat a lot, usually just to visit John but sometimes Sherlock joins us. Are you a fan of Sherlock's work?" You ask knowing his answer would most likely be yes since he brought it up.

"You could say so, yeah. I usually only get into when I'm bored though." He says with a smile. "Are you ready to go?" You nod and stand up when he does and walk with him over to the waiter. Jim hands him enough money for the food and a tip. As the two of you were about to walk out the door a man stops Jim and asks him about doing some business with him. Jim asks if you could wait outside for a minute while he talks to the man and you do as he asked and wait out on the sidewalk in front of the restaurant. You wish you hadn't though when three, obviously drunk, men are walking your way.

"Hey princess, you alone tonight?" One called out to you. You try to ignore them but it only makes it worse. "What? You think you're too good for us?"

"No, I don't thin-" You try to explain but are cut off by one of the other guys.

"How 'bout you come back to my place and get into something a little more comfortable?" He says gesturing to your body as he gets right up next to you. You push him away and turn to run back inside but he grabs your arm.

"Where do you think you're going?!" He says angrily and his grip on your arm tightens. You yelp in pain and try to scream but his free hand is covering your mouth before you can.

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING TO HER?!" A familiar irish accent yelled.

"Oh is this your princess?" The third guy asks, walking towards Jim.

"Yes she's with me, so I advise that you let go of her and leave now." Jim's voice was low and sounded dangerous.

"What are you gonna do if we don't? Try to beat us up, pretty boy?" He sneered.

"I'm Jim Moriarty, leave now if you want to leave alive." Jim said pulling out a hidden gun.

The two men who weren't holding you widened their eyes at the name and ran off together but the man holding on to you now had a knife pulled out and against your throat. You were slightly whimpering and shaking, and you felt the urge to cry.

"I'm going to give you three seconds to let go of her or I'll skin you." Jim threatened, but the man didn't move.

"One...two..."

BANG!

You had closed your eyes at "one" but opened them when you heard the gunshot. The man who was holding you slumped to the ground while blood poured out and pooled around his head.

"Are you okay? Did they hurt you?" Jim asked worriedly as he put away the gun and ran over to you, grabbing hold of your hands.

"I...I'm f-fine." You stammer out while looking at the body on the ground next to you. Jim pulled out his phone and called his driver to come pick you both up. The car arrived quickly but you were hesitant to get in.

"The waiter was scared of your name earlier. Those two men ran like hell at the sound of it. You just shot and killed a man and you're not freaking out. Why?! What do you actually do?!" You ask, raising your voice as anger built up inside you.

"Y/n, I can explain. Please just get in the car. We can't talk here." Jim says calmly and opens the car door for you. You stare at him for a minute before getting in the car and trying to sit as far away from him as possible. He realizes what you're doing so he sits down with a large space between the two of you.

"Ok well, you know how earlier I said I fix people's problems? Well I do...but problems like needing to disappear and get a new life, or getting answers from people, or...needing to get rid of someone...forever," he explains, looking away from you as he continues. "I...I torture and kill people and deal with drugs and weapons for a living. I'm a consulting criminal in other words."

You remember Sherlock telling you that Moriarty was the name of the man who payed the cabbie to kill all those people. 'I fell in love with a criminal! Not just any criminal though, the world's most dangerous one.' You thought.

"I'm not going to hurt you, love, I wouldn't even think about it unless you tell Sherlock, John, or the police who I am." Jim said seeing the fear in your eyes. His voice changing mid-sentence from calm and soothing to serious and somewhat threatening. His eyes void of emotions again and seemingly darker than before. The car suddenly stopped and you looked out the window to find that you were outside your flat.

"Th-thank you for dinner...and for saving me tonight. I won't tell them, I promise." You tell Jim before getting out of the car and hurrying inside.

"Are you alright y/n? It looks as if you've seen a ghost." Mrs. Hudson asked as she was coming down from Sherlock's flat.

"Yeah I'm fine." You told her with a small smile and hurried up to your flat to process what had happened just minutes earlier. 'But I think I just had dinner with the devil." You thought as you closed the door to your flat.

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Sorry it took so long for me to publish this chapter. School is coming up soon so I've been pretty busy dealing with supplies and classes and learning my way around the building since it's my first year of high school. Hopefully this chapter is better to you guys than it was to me. It just didn't come out exactly how I wanted it to but I wanted to give you guys another chapter. The wait in between this chapter and the next (hopefully) won't be as long.

Votes and comments are appreciated!

-TM