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Hi there!
So as you may know, I watch and adore BBC Sherlock too!! Steven Moffat and Mark Gatiss are epic screenwriters 😄
So, what's this? This is my go at a Sherlock fanfic as I recently rewatched all 4 series again ☺

ALSO, this book is set just after the situation with Moriarty at the pool - So more or less just after series 1 and going into series 2 😊😊😊

I also send my thanks to my RP partner as some of the storyline is based on an RP we did together ages and ages ago. 😄😄😄

This IS an OC story so I apologise if you were looking for an 'X Reader' fanfic however I should have a Sherlock oneshots book coming soon as well.

Updates on this book will literally be when I get the chance to update because 6th form is also keeping me busy so I apologise and hope you understand 😊

Other than that, I hope you guys enjoy! 😄😄😄

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A woman with shoulder-length, brown hair, who looked no more than around twenty-seven, stepped out of the cab that had pulled up in front of a stunning, high-rise apartment building. It was called La Belle Vue (The Beautiful View). Thanking the driver with a twinkle in her blue eyes, she proceeded over to the entrance of the building.

She sauntered in through the door to the apartment block wearing her sable Reiss Roma belted leather coat, black handbag on her arm, and carrying her little suitcase in tow. A smile was on her face as she was living off the rest of the high that her last job had left her on. She saw the receptionist and smiled wider.

"Good morning, Mrs. Kaye, how are you?"

What were the chances of getting another job like the one she had just completed? She didn't know but every opportunity offered to her never failed to leave her with an adrenaline rush.

"Fine, thank you, Miss. Parrish - have you been anywhere nice?"

"Just been on a short retreat in Ireland. You know me - I love an accent." And the pay, she thought, definitely the pay.

"Oh, I love your bag - is that a Givenchy Antigona?"

"You know it."

"You know, if I had your job, I wouldn't be holed up here in this apartment block."

"Nonsense - it's a lovely apartment block! My job merely pays the rent and leaves a little extra money left over," She gave a wink as she continued to the lift.

"Oh, Miss. Parrish, what is it that you do again? I might consider changing jobs soon!"

She paused as the lift doors opened, turned to face the receptionist, then answered, "I thieve."

Mrs. Kaye chuckled, "That is a good one!"

"It is isn't it?" She gave a knowing smirk as the lift doors closed.

When she reached her apartment and headed in, she saw a man in a suit lying on her sofa as though he were sun tanning on an exotic beach. She couldn't fight back the next smile that reached her lips.

"Hello, Lizzie." The man with the thick Irish accent sang with a grin.

"You know I dislike that nickname, Jim."

"You dislike it when others use it, not me." He answered, standing up off of the sofa, straightening out his suit and then proceeded to walk over to her with arms wide open as though he was introducing an act on stage, "As always you were fabulous - I liked the touch with leaving them in the bed together. Both of their wives have promptly filed for a divorce."

"They didn't have kids and weren't good anyway," She shrugged and then gave an amused smile, "Ruining their marriages was the least I could do along with taking most of their wealth."

Jim chuckled as she walked behind the kitchen counter that faced the living room, placing her bag on the counter as she did.

"Do you want a drink?"

"I'd love one while we talk over your next job."

"Jim, I just got back - "

"Dearest Elizabeth," He pouted, "Please, for me?"

Elizabeth stared him down for a few seconds, still not answering but the curious look in her eyes was enough.

"You'll like this one, you will." Jim almost purred as he stood across from her on the other side of the kitchen counter.

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"Let me get this straight - Tonight, you want me to steal top secret files from a government official and even you don't know what the plans are for? All you know is that they would change the world if they got out?"

Jim nodded with a cheshire cat grin.

Elizabeth scoffed, shaking her head and then proceeding to take a sip of her brandy, "Um, how about no? What if these plans kill people, if they get out? I told you that I steal; I don't kill."

"I'd never use them, obviously. It's all about power play these days - sexy right? That and I want to do it because I can. I'm also rather bored." He drew out the last word with a wicked glint in his eye.

"You mean you want me to do it because you can't?"

"Oh, sassy," Jim tutted then paused, "I can and I would but I thought you might like to play and get paid."

"'Play and get paid'?" She scoffed, "You make me sound like that other woman you know. I'm not judging but I certainly don't have her level of confidence." Elizabeth took another sip of her drink, still not convinced.

"Come now, Lizzie. Think about all I've done for you." Jim widened his eyes in an effort to look like a puppy.

When she didn't respond, Jim then tried a different route.

"Do you not think you can do it? I know it's the biggest job I've offered you so far, so I do understand if you feel like you can't. It's a government official, they're potentially incredibly dangerous plans, it's a challenge."

Elizabeth placed her glass down on the coffee table and kept her mouth shut in a tight line. Her steely gaze met with Jim's amused one.

"I know you can't resist a challenge." He sang.

A silence between the both of them grew but so did the taunting smile on Jim's face.

Elizabeth finally sighed, "Fine."

"Perfect!"Jim exclaimed as he leapt up off of the sofa.

"Ah, ah, ah - I still have questions."

"Fire away."

"Who is this government official? What is the name of the file? And - how much am I getting paid?"

"How about ten thousand pounds?"

"Ten thousand?" Elizabeth looked to Jim in disbelief.

"It's a very important job." Jim's wild smile returned.

Elizabeth's eyes narrowed, "I hope you don't plan to sell them off."

Jim crossed his heart, "Power play, remember - it's sexy."

Elizabeth gave a single, sceptical nod, "Go on."

"You're looking for a file called GW-3 and the government official you will be taking it from is Mycroft Holmes."

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A/N: What were your favourite Moriarty moments from Series 1 and 2? 😄

Mine had to be the part at the pool where Jim was like 'Daddy's had enough now' 😂😄😁😀

Also, funny story:
So I wrote this chapter last week, before the 2nd of March. On Saturday, I went to a religious even called Flame which was a 3 hour drive from where I live on a coach. The coach company was called 'Belle Vue' - crazy coincidence right! 😮😂