“No, it would take much more than that for you to impress me.” Maybe show a little sign of sanity, she thought. Maybe it was after all the hiding she had done months before, but Irene wasn’t as easy to crack when it came to being impressed.Irene had no reason to be worried, well, at least for her safety. As long as she played by his rules, and didn’t interfere. She had no reason why she should be concerned about the elder Holmes. Maybe she was concerned about who might be on the other end of that telephone call. Sherlock had enough to worry about at the moment, the last thing he needed was this. Was she seriously considering trying to negotiate with Jim Moriarty? She almost laughed at her own stupidity.
He had already caught onto her. Irene caught that menacing look in his eyes, and that tone, that she hadn’t heard in such a long time. She scoffed at him, acting like he was being ridiculous. “I think those voices in your head are really getting to you, Jim. You are being ridiculous. I am here because I was bored.” Her phone felt like it was about to burst in her hand, she knew that she had to stop holding onto it so tightly or it would do exactly that.
“Voices? Irene, sweetheart, I may be insane, but I’m not schizophrenic. You have a motive. There’s always an ulterior motive with you, it’s never as simple as it appears,” Jim replied curtly, the underlying ice still dangerously low in his tone. He wasn’t an idiot, he knew there was a real reason she had agreed.
He keyed in on the phone. All the information on it was useless after Sherlock had-ah. Sherlock. Jim would’ve hit himself for being so unobservant. Of course it would have something to do with Sherlock, why else would Irene care if he had Mycroft? At times, when her game was up, Irene could be a puzzle to Jim Moriarty, but right now? She was a puzzle that was far too easy to solve.
Her hands were practically shaking with the death grip she had on the phone, her face was so ridiculously pale and gaunt you would think she was a wax replica, and she kept glancing between he and Mycroft. Her head was tilted slightly left, indicating she was trying to hear what was occurring with that phone call. Was she actually contemplating how to stop him? If he could’ve, he would have laughed at the very idea. It would be adorable, incredibly so, to see the little dominatrix try to defeat the big, bad consulting criminal in an act of heroism.
Jim might say she was afraid, going by the amount of nervousness. Then, of course, he would have to threaten Irene herself. If if was just Mycroft she wouldn’t truly be scared. No, as long as she was safe, Irene wouldn’t really experience fear.
“Don’t lie to Daddy, Irene darling, I wouldn’t want you to get hurt now. It’d be awfully messy business.”
It would be cowardly of her to think of a way to get out of this now. Irene knew that he already knew the answer to why she was there. She had to lie, she wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction that he was right . There was no way that she could outsmart him, it was impossible. She had watched his reactions to what she was doing. Irene couldn’t outsmart him, but she could try to hopefully get him to ease off her somewhat.
Loosening the death grip she had on her phone, she held it loosely down at her side, taking notice to where his eyes had been looking. He had looked to see all the signs of why she was there. “Now, darling, please don’t be like that. You know I’m here because I wanted to see what you were doing and just simply, because I was bored.”
He wouldn’t do anything do her, would he? He didn’t like getting his hand dirty, so hopefully he was all talk. She didn’t see anyone else around, so he had to be. “Oh really? I thought you didn’t like getting involved in the dirty work.”
“Tsk tsk, Irene. I gave you a chance to just admit it, but you continue to try my patience,” Jim said as he began to circle Irene. He eyed her menacingly, observing. His face took on that of deep thought, calculating both Irene and their surroundings. She wasn’t armed, not even a small tranquilizer on hand. His men were swarming the place, even if she tried to harm him, she’d be taken care of in seconds. She was wearing heals, unwise choice if any, so there’s no way she could run. Even if she could there was nowhere she could run to.
He couldn’t risk his entire operation. If Irene contacted Sherlock, it’d all be over. It would ruin everything, and it was not a risk Jim was willing to take. He’d plotted for far too long trying to perfect this scheme only to have it ruined by one Woman, who was loyal to no one. He circled in closer, clutching the rope he’d had left over in his back pocket.
“It would’ve been such fun, too. A nice lovely chat over some tea while watching the city burn, but you just had to have an impulse of morality,” Jim said with a sing-song tone, a mock pout masking his expression and he closed in on her. He stepped directly behind her, gripped her by the shoulders and leaned down next to her ear. In a voice so quiet and voided of emotion, Jim whispered, “I don’t usually get my hands dirty, sweetheart, but you’re the exception. Game over,” as he made quick work of the rope and roughly began to tie Irene up.
Her eyes followed him as he started to circle around her. That was never a good sign, a hunter circling in on it’s prey. Irene knew that he would catch her in a lie, but not this soon. When she saw that he had a rope, she instinctively wanted to roll her eyes but stopped herself. She had never been on the receiving end of being tied up, but had a few ideas on how to escape. But with the type of rope he was currently holding, she knew it would be next to impossible.
“Yes, sounds like a lovely afternoon.” She said sounding bored, trying her best to keep it together. She tried her best to kick one of her heels back towards his calf, but it was too late. Sneering at him, she tried to pull away from him. “Well, I’m flattered to know I’m the exception.” Irene sounded disgusted as he tied her up.
“No, it would take much more than that for you to impress me.” Maybe show a little sign of sanity, she thought. Maybe it was after all the hiding she had done months before, but Irene wasn’t as easy to crack when it came to being impressed.Irene had no reason to be worried, well, at least for her safety. As long as she played by his rules, and didn’t interfere. She had no reason why she should be concerned about the elder Holmes. Maybe she was concerned about who might be on the other end of that telephone call. Sherlock had enough to worry about at the moment, the last thing he needed was this. Was she seriously considering trying to negotiate with Jim Moriarty? She almost laughed at her own stupidity.
He had already caught onto her. Irene caught that menacing look in his eyes, and that tone, that she hadn’t heard in such a long time. She scoffed at him, acting like he was being ridiculous. “I think those voices in your head are really getting to you, Jim. You are being ridiculous. I am here because I was bored.” Her phone felt like it was about to burst in her hand, she knew that she had to stop holding onto it so tightly or it would do exactly that.
“Voices? Irene, sweetheart, I may be insane, but I’m not schizophrenic. You have a motive. There’s always an ulterior motive with you, it’s never as simple as it appears,” Jim replied curtly, the underlying ice still dangerously low in his tone. He wasn’t an idiot, he knew there was a real reason she had agreed.
He keyed in on the phone. All the information on it was useless after Sherlock had-ah. Sherlock. Jim would’ve hit himself for being so unobservant. Of course it would have something to do with Sherlock, why else would Irene care if he had Mycroft? At times, when her game was up, Irene could be a puzzle to Jim Moriarty, but right now? She was a puzzle that was far too easy to solve.
Her hands were practically shaking with the death grip she had on the phone, her face was so ridiculously pale and gaunt you would think she was a wax replica, and she kept glancing between he and Mycroft. Her head was tilted slightly left, indicating she was trying to hear what was occurring with that phone call. Was she actually contemplating how to stop him? If he could’ve, he would have laughed at the very idea. It would be adorable, incredibly so, to see the little dominatrix try to defeat the big, bad consulting criminal in an act of heroism.
Jim might say she was afraid, going by the amount of nervousness. Then, of course, he would have to threaten Irene herself. If if was just Mycroft she wouldn’t truly be scared. No, as long as she was safe, Irene wouldn’t really experience fear.
“Don’t lie to Daddy, Irene darling, I wouldn’t want you to get hurt now. It’d be awfully messy business.”
It would be cowardly of her to think of a way to get out of this now. Irene knew that he already knew the answer to why she was there. She had to lie, she wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction that he was right . There was no way that she could outsmart him, it was impossible. She had watched his reactions to what she was doing. Irene couldn’t outsmart him, but she could try to hopefully get him to ease off her somewhat.
Loosening the death grip she had on her phone, she held it loosely down at her side, taking notice to where his eyes had been looking. He had looked to see all the signs of why she was there. “Now, darling, please don’t be like that. You know I’m here because I wanted to see what you were doing and just simply, because I was bored.”
He wouldn’t do anything do her, would he? He didn’t like getting his hand dirty, so hopefully he was all talk. She didn’t see anyone else around, so he had to be. “Oh really? I thought you didn’t like getting involved in the dirty work.”
