Don't keep me waiting
Dec. 26th, 2018 01:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
moriartybooty"Pool. 40 minutes. Come alone. Don't keep me waiting."-JM
The text was sent immediately after Jim arrived. He looked around and studied the empty room, remembering slight bits of information he'd forgotten over the years. Like was color the walls were, or just small stuff that he didn't really care to remember.
Carl had died here. He definitely remembered that. How couldn't he? Carl's death was one of the things that brought him to Sherlock Holmes. Sherlock was the only one who figured it out. Yet the police didn't believe him.
Jim smiled at the memory.
Ah, Sherlock. It'd been a while since they last met. Last time they met it was the same location; he strapped a bomb to John's chest and almost shot the two of them, had it not been for Irene. That bitch.
This time would be different. Just him and Sherlock.
Jim shivered and shoved his hands into the pockets of his coat for warmth.
"Cold. Kinda wish I'd dressed warmer." he mumbled before looking down into the pool at his reflection.
Of course there was the chance that wouldn't just be them. Perhaps Sherlock has called the police ahead of time. But he knew he wouldn't, and he was willing to risk it anyways.
Suddenly feeling the urge to text him again, Jim pulled out his phone.
"Running late? Looking forward to seeing you."-JM
Finishing off the sentence with a flirtatious smiley emoji, Jim sent the text and waited.
The text was sent immediately after Jim arrived. He looked around and studied the empty room, remembering slight bits of information he'd forgotten over the years. Like was color the walls were, or just small stuff that he didn't really care to remember.
Carl had died here. He definitely remembered that. How couldn't he? Carl's death was one of the things that brought him to Sherlock Holmes. Sherlock was the only one who figured it out. Yet the police didn't believe him.
Jim smiled at the memory.
Ah, Sherlock. It'd been a while since they last met. Last time they met it was the same location; he strapped a bomb to John's chest and almost shot the two of them, had it not been for Irene. That bitch.
This time would be different. Just him and Sherlock.
Jim shivered and shoved his hands into the pockets of his coat for warmth.
"Cold. Kinda wish I'd dressed warmer." he mumbled before looking down into the pool at his reflection.
Of course there was the chance that wouldn't just be them. Perhaps Sherlock has called the police ahead of time. But he knew he wouldn't, and he was willing to risk it anyways.
Suddenly feeling the urge to text him again, Jim pulled out his phone.
"Running late? Looking forward to seeing you."-JM
Finishing off the sentence with a flirtatious smiley emoji, Jim sent the text and waited.
