Chapter Seventeen- Not Enough Information

                                    

                                          
I swung open the door to Jim's mansion happily with bags of shopping, not forgetting my new husky- Tokyo.
                          
"Jim!" I called out expectantly, "Damn it! Are you seriously still gone?"
                          
No reply. I sighed. But then I felt warm arms wrap around my waist and my smile reappeared back on my face. 
                          
"The disappointment in your voice was so obvious, darling", Jim whispered in my ear from behind me.
                          
I spun around and eagerly hugged him, even surprising myself. Jim hugged me back. 
                          
"So is this the dog you bought?" Jim asked, kneeling down and stroking Toyko as he licked his face cutely.
                          
"No, it's a cat, Jim", I said sarcastically, "Of course it's the dog, you thick-o!"
                          
Jim laughed as Toyko proceeded to continue licking his face.
                          
"He's certainly eager", Jim commented, smiling. 
                          
"So, anyway, how do you really know this Irene Adler woman?" I asked curiously.
                          
Jim stopped stroking Toyko and stared into the distance before answering.
                          
"Um, just business", Jim shrugged, not making much eye contact.
                          
"That's exactly what she said", I replied.
                          
"Good", Jim said, "If she said anything else, I would've had her head on my wall by now".
                          
"So, it's not just business then?" I questioned.
                          
Jim sighed and stood up to face me.
                          
"It's nothing for you to worry about, sweetheart", Jim spoke, taking my face in his hands and planting a short kiss on my lips.
                          
"Will I ever know?" I asked.
                          
"One day", Jim nodded, "Just be patient, darling".
                          
"I was never very good at patience", I muttered.
                          
"Neither was I", Jim looked at the floor solemnly before shaking it off and smiling at me again, "So, beautiful, how was your day?"
                          
"It was great", I replied, "John and I just went shopping for ages".
                          
"You went with John?" Jim asked, a hint of annoyance in his voice but I decided to ignore it.
                          
"Yep", I said, "I thought a day out with Sherlock would be hell so I decided to invite John instead".
                          
"Ah, I see", Jim nodded slightly, "Erm, I was just wondering if-"
                          
Jim was cut off by his phone ringing. I couldn't help but laugh because his ringtone was 'Stayin' Alive' by the Bee Gees. Jim sighed and rolled his eyes, muttering something about how he was going to murder whoever was calling him at this moment. 
                          
"Hello?" Jim asked the phone, looking irritated, "Just, shut up. What do you want?" 
                          
I raised my eyebrows. Jim's face turned furious as the person on the other line kept speaking.
                          
"One second", Jim faked a smile to me and walked to the other side of the room to carry on talking, "Look, you little piece of shit, I want you to STOP whimpering and acting like a coward. You're supposed to be good at what you do and if you DON'T follow my orders, you will regret it, do you hear me?"
                          
I squinted at him, wondering who on Earth it was on the phone.
                          
"Don't you DARE back out now!" Jim snapped, "Right, then, I hope someone who actually gives a damn about you throws you a funeral".
                          
Jim angrily hung up and then walked back over to my direction.
                          
"Who was that?" I asked casually.
                          
"No one", Jim smiled. 
                          
"Well, it was obviously someone", I sighed, getting a bit annoyed with him not mentioning any information.
                          
"I don't want you to get involved", Jim shook his head, "Okay?" 
                          
"Okay", I sighed again.
                          
"Good", Jim nodded, "Well, I have to go and do something".
                          
"Are you really going to kill that person?" I asked.
                          
Jim went to the door.
                          
"Take it as a mental note-" Jim said, "-Whoever disobeys me (except for you, my darling), will have an early death date. Besides, I really wasn't joking when I said I'd kill whoever interrupted us. See you later!"
                          
Then, he simply left and shut the door.
                          
My God, Jim Moriarty really did live up to his criminal record.