A dangerous love.

James Moriarty had plans. Big, evil plans. Once he had laid eyes on Sherlock Holmes, a fine detective living inside the city of London, he had felt as if he was connected. The man seemed to be unlike any other. He was clever, at the very least. Jim could easily say he was the most clever person he'd ever watched.

Eager to find out more about this person, he figured out a way to get close to people he surrounded himself with. There weren't many, though, he seemed a bit of a loner, non social person. Another reason for Jim to test how far he could take this. He loved playing games, mind games only a handful of people were able to understand. Just until he got bored and beat them, which seemed to happen way to simple these days. But more then anything he just needed distraction right now.

Today Jim had started his first day at the St. Bartholomew's Hospital in London. This place seemed to be frequently attended by his already favourite detective. Jim applied to a job at the IT department, giving him enough reasons to wander around the building from time to time. He was sure a lot of people around here knew Sherlock, and he intended on subtly squeezing every bit of information out of them.

As lunch break arrived, Jim moved down to the cafeteria of the building, letting his eyes scan through the room to see if he could spot anyone familiar. His eyes lingered on a blonde person, his height, standing at the salad bar. Without a doubt this must be Sherlock's loyal live in, Doctor John Watson.

Slowly Jim approached the man, changing his attitude from confidentially evil to remarkably nervous and hesitating. He cleared his throat trying to catch the man's attention. "Erm, excuse me?" He said in a higher voice, placing his hands on top of each other and nervously wrapping them around.

"Are you going to take that one?" He said, pointing at the last ready made salad left.

Sherlock Holmes was sitting uncomfortably on a seat in the dome ceilinged laboratory at St Bart's. The chair was screwed to it's highest extent but it was too low for comfort. His 6 foot plus frame was hunched over the microscope on the table as he worked on a sample conducting a pollen analysis. As usual when on a case he didn't eat, instead fuelling himself with coffee, so had sent John to eat and fetch him one back.

John was on an errand for Sherlock; he had only been flatmates for a short time and knew some of his eccentricities well, these included a variable appetite dependant on the case and the fact he sometimes worked better with no company.

John was in the cafeteria minding his own business about to order when he was interrupted. He turned and cocked his head;
"Hullo. No - help yourself, I think the hoisin duck appeals today."

He quickly scanned the young man, just a habit from his Army days and the fact that Sherlock had made him more cautious. He noticed his ID;
Jim O'Malley - IT Department. Oh...he thought.

He offered his hand to shake; "John..John Watson." he then smiled.

Jim smiled, still keeping the nerves visible on his face. His hand reached to pick up the last salad left before he focused his attention back on John.

"Jim O'Malley. Nice to meet you." He smiled polite, shaking his hand with more force then he intended to.

This was the perfect chance to start a conversation with someone so close to Sherlock. He had thought things would be easy, but this easy? Inside he was bursting with joy.

"So eh. Do you work here?" He asked curious.

John observed the young Irish man with caution, but shook off his concerns. He felt the strength in Jim's hand and it surprised him slightly.

"No, I don't work here per se. I see you do; you seem quite new. I haven't seen you around."

John needed to eat and get back, so went to order the usual tea for himself, he will get Sherlock's soon.

((OOC You aren't waiting for me to post are you? If so sorry I didn't realise ))

Jim smiled politely. "I've only started today." He answered, following John to as he went to pay for his meal. There was no way Jim was able to let this kind of opportunity slip away. John was the most valuable source of information Jim could ever come across to.

"Would you.. Would you like to join me for lunch?" He asked, making himself blush.

"It's just that I don't know anyway yet you see.."


{ OOC. No Sorry, I'm not at home a few days, so very slow replies. }

John smiled at Jim and nodded. He lead them to the table nearest the window. "Sure, why not? I have a bit of time to spare."

John sat down with his Earl Grey and lunch, and sipped his tea. Thinking that he needed to relax a bit.

"So, what do you do in the IT Department? Only thing I know about computers is Microsoft Office, and the internet." he laughed slightly.

Jim smiled satisfied, to himself, how easy could things be? He looked back up at John throwing him a polite smile before following him to the table across the room.

"Well, I'm in for web development and sorting out all kind of issues concerning the system this hospital runs on." He explained. "Microsoft and internet." He grinned. "Well, not really what I'm up to." He smiled. "What about you? You must have some kind of job here? Considering you're eating here."

John cleared his throat and smiled; he then sipped the hot tea listening to Jim. He did not want to reveal much, he knew that honesty was not particularly the best policy with Sherlock's matters.

"Oh, I just use the path lab and the labs. I am a GP but have other interests." So it wasn't completely a lie. Jim had a memorable face, there was something that John could not put his finger on. "What part of Ireland are you from then? Or is it just the family?"

"A GP posted in this hospital? I do believe them telling me the lab's a restricted area." He needed more, more information. He somehow needed to get Sherlock into the conversation, but it had to be done subtle. He couldn't just go and mention the man, see through, even for a man as John Watson seemed to be.

His lips curled into a firm smile at the mention of his family. He didn't like them, never had, none of them. "Just outside Dublin." He said, suppressing the dark thoughts already rising when thinking back of that place, those people. "But I live in London now." He mentioned, trying to get the subject off his home country.

John glanced up from his tea; what was Jim's problem he thought. No need to give the Spanish Inquisition about the lab. "Oh, yeah normally they are but I have friends in high places."

He noticed Jim's discomfort in talking about Ireland; interesting response. "Nice, been to Dublin a few times. Was in the Army and my sister's partners family live there."

John finished his tea; and looked at his watch and shook his head. "I need to go off soon, but if you need someone to show you round. Am normally about."

"Interesting." Jim muttered in respond. If John wasn't going to give him any information on those higher friends, Jim needed to find a way to figure it out himself.

And John seemed to offer him the perfect way to do so. A guided tour through the hospital? Yes, that seem to be the perfect way.

"Yea, I think I might need someone to show me around. Got lost a few times earlier today when trying to find my way back." He smiled innocently. God, Jim knew this hospital by heart, he could walk the corridors with his eyes closed and not get lost. "Whenever you're up for it."