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Moriarty doesn't act crazy. He actually is. (crimeconsultant) wrote in colligo_threads,

Jim ignored the gun he had on the small stand beside his front door. He had plenty of others and, now that Sherlock had finally stopped laughing, didn't feel quite the urge to shoot him that he had a moment earlier. That wasn't to say that he wouldn't but, for the time being at least, the desire had waned enough that he could attend to other matters.

Namely, a conversation with someone actually worthy of his time.

It was such a rare find, really. Thus far in Colligo he'd encountered only one other who came close enough to match the man now predictably following behind him. And as much as Gabriel did intrigue him, and Jim was sure there were likely a few others who might as well, the fact remained that Sherlock would always be someone to whom his attention would return. They were too similar and yet too different for him to do anything else.

He of course had no intention of saying as much to Sherlock. If the man hadn't yet come to terms with the fact that Jim was going to be in his life until one, or both, of them was dead, that was his own fault. No, for the consulting detective, he glanced briefly over his shoulder on his way to his sitting room. His voice was low yet had lost some of its annoyance as he replied.

"I seem to recall your female form had remarkable similarities to your natural one as well, Sherlock," he said dryly. Then, as they stepped into the room - with Jim casually picking up the remote to his stereo and turning off the soft orchestra music playing in the background - he finally turned to look at the man.

"A hermit?" he scoffed, although the sound fell a bit flat. There really were certain limitations to this new voice of his. Things just didn't sound quite right anymore. He would have to work on that. For now he just shook his head and continued.

"Hardly." Not entirely true. Jim elaborated. "You know how dense the majority of those here can be. I've simply been purposefully excluding myself from their idiocy." One arm raised as he motioned around the sitting room. "By all means, have a seat. Would you care for something to drink?"

Hey. Even sociopathic criminal masterminds needed to have good manners. It was a matter of principle if nothing else.