Jim Moriarty.

Well, that wasn't his name when I first met him, he went by Mackenzie Smith, which was weird to me because he didn't look like his name was that, it didn't fit him.

He had on a very expensive suit, probably a Westwood, his black hair was slicked back, shoes perfectly shined and his Irish accent all screamed 'MONEY!'
His eyes had an aware and alert look in them but when he looked at me I saw something else.

Another thing that I found odd was that he was here in a book store. Shouldn't people like him have their own library in their mansion in a up class neighborhood? Not be in a downtown New York book store.

I will never forget his first words to me though, they would forever be in mind. He looked at me with his beautiful chestnut colored eyes and said "Hello kitten, you are just the woman I've been looking for." His accent making everything even more sexy, if that was even possible.

"Oh, well, what can I help you with, sir?" I basically stuttered out, the way he was looking at me making me nervous.

"It's not about how you can help me, love, it's about how I can help you."

I had absolutely no idea what he meant by that and he could tell I was confused. He laughed, it was a light chuckle that had a tingle run through me.

"Will you have dinner with me?" He asked his hand gently touching mine.

"Dinner?" I questioned

This gorgeous, rich man wanted to have dinner with me? Me? A 21 year old wearing glasses, a plain T-shirt and jeans, was he serious? He could easily have any model, actress, singer or even playboy bunny he wanted but he was asking me to dinner.

"Are you serious?"

"Very, I've passed by this store over a dozen times and I see you in here seeming so happy with the books and I'm always intrigued by you."

"What's your name?" I asked and that is when he said...

"Mackenzie, Mackenzie Smith."

"I'm Isis."

"Just Isis?" He smirked

"You have to earn my last name." I joked making him laugh a little.

"Ok, so, Isis is a very beautiful name, the same as the Egyptian goddess if I am not mistaken, she was the devour-er of souls and she also ruled the underworld at times with her husband." He spouted off the facts and I smiled, he was well educated, probably went to some expensive college.

"You are correct."

"So, did that answer earn myself dinner with you?" He picked up my hand and kissed it getting me all flustered again, his lips were soft.

"I-I, um, sure but can it be tomorrow instead? I have plans tonight." I stuttered

"That's fine, love, just give me your number and I will text you." He stroked the back of my hand with his thumb.

"Okay." I squeaked and rattled off my number as he put it in his phone.

"I wish I could stay here until you get off, kitten, but I have some business I have to deal with. So, I will text you and see you very soon." He kissed my hand once again, giving me one last smoldering look, rendering me speechless, and left the store.

Leaving behind only his scent, he smelled divine too, like...mint, a fresh, clean smell. Not like all the other guys who put on way too much cologne or didn't wear anything at all!

He was perfect, well, as far as looks went but I would really have to get to know him in order to deem him all around perfect.

I just hoped he didn't get bored with me before I had a chance to.

MORIARTY LIVES! Lol:p

So this story takes place before the episode "The great game" and will probably end at series 3 of Sherlock but I'm not sure.

I'll have to figure it out...

Anyway, thanks for reading, let me know what you think!