Grow Up

      Since when did you get so incongruous?  ”

        “Since the moment you started keeping me            from going home. I don’t like being held            against my will you know.” 

[ text: darling boffin ]:   and yes. they have plenty of food and water. 

The henchmen followed, of course. They didn’t get an abort order, but knew the prey would get infos by seeing them. The plan was to dispatch in different cars, not giving too much to him. Acting like anyone in the crowd was also risk as the prey could try and loose them. Jim was confident though.

For now, he’d play it safe: keep walking, stay with the crowds, make sure that wherever he was, there was someone there to bare witness should anything go horribly wrong. If he had to go all night like this, he would. The fear of turning to head home would ultimately get him killed. 

While Q. may have cared more about the pen than he did actually meeting one of his Russian ‘friends’, what he might not have noticed was that he was barely LISTENING to him. Instead he was busy prepping for his venture out again, making sure his Walther was fully loaded and secured. Only when his PREPARATIONS were complete did he turn back to him and nod with one of his familiar smiles. “Excellent. Well, you sort that, and then shall we visit him?”

      “Pardon? You mean... right this instant?” Had he not been listening? Preparations should’ve been looked over in grave detail. One thing out of place and they might not be prepared for even the most minute complications. They had to be absolutely certain that everything was in order. It was partially OCD but the other half of his concerns were out of fear. They weren’t prepared the last time and look where it got them. “I-- I hate to say this... but... are you sure this is good idea?” 

[ text: darling boffin ]:  your cats won’t stop staring at me.  [ text: darling boffin ]:  the fat one tried to follow me into the bathroom. [ text: darling boffin ]:  it scratched the door until I let it in. [ text: darling boffin ]:  then screamed at me while I peed. [ text: darling boffin ]:  what do I do about this? how do I make them stop?

Moriarty had a well-trained team. His henchmen knew how to disturb the target’s mind by walking at the same pace, making different noises or no noise at all. Three, five, one, it would be hard for the man in front of them to know exactly how many they were unless he turned around. They knew they get lost at some point. Moriarty also knew that was what Q would try to do. So he asked for back ups on roofs. His men would relay to keep an eye on him until he reaches his destination. Meanwhile, Jim would simply hack the CCTV, sit back and enjoy the show.

The only real idea that came to mind would be to take the Underground. It would busy at this time of night and would close off the space between him and his pursuers. Perhaps he might even be able to get a good look at them if they were trapped on a train together. That’s what he’d do, and that’s what he headed for. 

                                             While she waited for his answer, she hunched her body over his once more and pressed an affectionate kiss to his temple.  ❝Let’s turn that stuffy old estate into our HOME– ours.❞

“I’d like to go home...”

“But overall, I would be interested in doing this again.    Dinner and drinks sounds like a wonderful idea.” 

             Another kiss caressed his lips before she rested her forehead again his own, a smile on her lips despite it all. 

           “Once we get back-- I’m sure there are plenty of things we could do together that are three hundred or so times safer than being out here. I look forward to doing each and everyone one of them so long as you want to.”

“Quite the contrary, I can ruin you. You know a great deal about me, it is true. But I have known you your entire life. Family truly is your greatest enemy.”

           One of the perks of government work was the ability to hack into databases            and access private files. Everything on anyone was at his fingertips, including            his own information. Some of that stuff no longer exists, making him truly            impossible. Much of it was fabricated to ensure safety. Most if not all had            to be run by Mycroft first, but he wouldn’t share that with a single soul. 

“I might have guessed,” she smiled charmingly, head tilting to the side as she studied him. Intelligence often attracts intelligence and it seemed of little surprise that he had named his cats after two of the greats. Looking closely, she could see the flicker in his eyes as he sipped on his drink, one eyebrow lifting as she fought to hide her amusement. He was even more inexperienced than she had first believed. Pressing her lips together, she traced a manicured finger around the rim of her glass. “You flatter me a great deal. I must   admit that you are quite the enigma   yourself. There are more layers to   you than first meets the eye. In truth   it’s delightful, I cannot remember the   last time I had such pleasant company,”

In all honesty, he hadn’t expected much to begin with. The belief was that it would be more of a battle to keep himself heavily guarded, but things seemed to be turning out for the better. He was able to share minute details about himself while being able to hide some of the more important facts that was best left unsaid while at the same time learning about how she functioned. Her conversational skills were  intriguing and had him yearning to continue on. Not once had he ever enjoyed hearing someone else talk as much as himself.