Chapter Four- Monday

                                    

                                          
Minutes after Jim left, there was another knock at the door. I tiredly walked over and opened the door to reveal Sherlock and John. 
                          
Without asking, Sherlock walked in with John following behind him. 
                          
I shut the door and turned around. I jumped because Sherlock was standing quite close to me. He realised this and stood back a few steps.
                          
"We just saw Jim Moriarty coming in here", Sherlock said.
                          
"What?" I pretended to be surprised, "Why would I let Moriarty into my room?"
                          
"Because you're sleeping with him?", Sherlock suggested.
                          
"Sherlock!" John scolded.
                          
Sherlock shot John a look that meant 'shut up'. 
                          
John mouthed 'sorry' to me before letting Sherlock continue.
                          
"You're obviously sleeping with him", Sherlock said.
                          
"Okay, I admit he was here but I am not sleeping with him", I said truthfully. 
                          
"Oh, really?" Sherlock asked, obviously not believing me.
                          
He started searching around, looking for clues. He spotted the apple that I had tossed on the floor and examined it, staring at the words 'Claire Jim'.
                          
"No, it's not what you think", I panicked, "I'm-"
                          
"-obviously lying", Sherlock finished, "Come on, John".
                          
John sighed and followed Sherlock out the door but they stopped in their tracks for some reason. I went out to see what was going on. 
                          
I sighed with annoyance when I saw Jim in a new suit, carrying roses. 
                          
I glanced at Sherlock who was giving me 'that look'.
                          
"I'm not!" I snapped.
                          
"Sure, you're not", Sherlock rolled his eyes, "Well, we will just leave you two alone".
                          
"Wait", I said and Sherlock stopped, "Let's say I was. Why would it affect you anyway?"
                          
"Well, he's only one of the most dangerous men and biggest idiot in the world", Sherlock said.
                          
"I am here, you know?" Jim sighed yet he was obviously enjoying all of this, "So, Claire, what does he think you're doing?"
                          
"Nothing, Jim", I shook my head, "I-"
                          
"We think-" Sherlock started until John shot him a look, "I think that you and Claire are sleeping together".
                          
I looked at Jim apologetically but he started playing along.
                          
"Oh, dear, Claire", Jim sighed and shook his head, "You promised they wouldn't find out".
                          
Sherlock smiled satisfactorily because he thought he was right.
                          
I gave Jim a confused look. He came up to me and slipped his hand in mine.
                          
"The truth is, Claire and I have been secretly married for four years", Jim started, "Also, I am actually a lovely person who trains donkeys and Claire is actually me. She's wearing a mask, you see. But we have to escape from Earth because we've recently found out that Sherlock Holmes and John Watson are the biggest idiots alive and we are allergic to stupidity! Come, Claire, we must escape the idiots!"
                          
Jim wrapped his arms around my waist, picked me up and began carrying me out of the apartment. I couldn't help but laugh. 
                          
Jim finally put me down as we exited the apartment.
                          
"I will kill him one day", Jim said, meaning Sherlock.
                          
"I'm sure you will but why are you here again?" I asked.
                          
"Our first date", Jim smiled, "Day one of you falling in love with me. Monday".
                          
"How many times?" I asked myself, "I'm not in love with you!"
                          
"Not yet", Jim flirtatiously winked and eagerly grabbed my hand and pulled me to a shiny, black limousine.
                          
"Woah", I stared with shock at the limo.
                          
I saw Jim in the corner of my eye just staring at me for a while before we both got in the back of the limo. 
                          
"So, where are we going exactly?" I asked, sticking a piece of chewing gum in my mouth.
                          
"You'll see", Jim replied, taking the packet of gum off of me and putting a piece in his mouth, "We've got seven days of this, you know? Everyday this week you'll practically be with me for the whole of each day".
                          
"Oh, joy", I said with sarcasm.
                          
"Do you want to know how I figured out that you really do like me?" Jim asked.
                          
"Go ahead", I shrugged.
                          
"If you don't like me, then why are you here?" Jim asked, looking me in the eyes, "You could've easily just said 'no' to this whole thing but you didn't".
                          
"Well, to be fair, you did literally drag me out of the apartment earlier so how was I supposed to escape?" I questioned.
                          
"The laughing certainly gave me a signal that you like me as well", Jim stared out the window, ignoring my question.
                          
"Fine", I admitted, "I like you but I don't love you".
                          
Jim turned to face me again, a smile playing upon his face. 
                          
"All in good time, my dear, all in good time", Jim smirked to himself.
                          
The limo came to a stop and we got out. I stared at the destination we arrived at. It was a building. Just a dull, grey building. I stared at Jim with confusion.
                          
Jim interlaced his fingers with mine and lead us up loads of stairs. I wasn't even in a relationship with him and we were already holding hands. 
                          
We eventually got to the top which was a roof. Jim noticed my suspicious expression and began to explain. 
                          
"I thought it'd be best to come here so no one can shoot you", Jim said as if it was an everyday sentence.
                          
"What?!" I asked.
                          
"Oh, yeah. I forgot to mention that", Jim bit his lip, "Aaron 'may have' hired about ten or so assassins to find you and kill you".
                          
I frowned and suddenly felt fear. 
                          
"So, that's it then", I said, a tear escaping my eye, "I'm more than likely going to die soon".
                          
"Not if I have anything to do with it", Jim half smiled, "I won't let them lay a finger on you".
                          
"Why are you doing this?" I suddenly asked, "Being nice to me when I've been a complete bitch to you?"
                          
"I don't know", Jim strangely said, "There's something about you that's different and I like it".
                          
I sighed, still worrying about Aaron. Jim unexpectedly pulled me into a comforting hug. I have never known Jim Moriarty to hug anyone in his life and here he was now hugging me. 
                          
I treasured that moment for a while but, all the while, I knew that what I was doing was wrong. I couldn't allow myself to fall for him. It wasn't even about the stupid bet anymore. It was the fact that I'd told myself not to trust anyone. Not even dear Mrs Hudson let alone the criminal Jim Moriarty.