This fic came about because I've become very, very obsessed with Sherlock, and in the back of my head I've had this image of an evil Pudd going on a killing spree, don't ask me why, I'm not sure myself. That image coupled with the Sherlock obsession, and a love of villains, especially Moriarty, this kinda came about. I haven't finished writing this yet so updates may be a bit slower than Without You I'm Not A Survivor, and sometimes characters may seem a bit off, but that's mostly because I'm still working out the kinks of the story.

But anyway, I hope you enjoy it! Also, reading = commenting :)

Summary: Dougie Poynter, Consulting Criminal, one of the most dangerous men in London. Harry Judd, assassin for hire and Dougie's right hand man, one of the most deadly men in London. Tom Fletcher and Danny Jones, Consulting Detective and his faithful blogger. When Tom and Danny start to solve Dougie's perfectly made crimes, he decides to sort out his little detective problem, starting the greatest game and battle of impossible intelligence the world has ever seen. A murder spree, a planted trainer in a flat and so little evidence that Tom may never understand who Dougie is, or how wide his criminal network is. And if he does, will he and Danny survive Dougie and Harry's deadly game?

Prologue

"Sir, I have the files you requested." A nameless minion came in, after knocking carefully on my door.

"Oh thank you very much. Wait here a minute." I grabbed the files off the short woman, smirking as I browsed the files at my leisure, trying to find the perfect one. It didn't take me long, one caught my eye the second I opened the page, just by his pretty face. A quick glance at his record and I knew.

"This one, bring me this Harry Judd. Send our best team, tell them to capture him, but don't rough him up too much, they know the drill." I smirked, sending the woman skittering out of the room again, knowing my request would be done within the day. I didn't like waiting for new toys, especially when I had special plans for this one. There would be dire consequences for making me wait.

"Sir, he's just about to wake up." Another minion told me, not daring to look at my face as he did.

"Excellent." I swept my feet off the table, walking down to the cell the subject was being kept in.

He was tied to a chair, squinting to see in the dark, surrounded by some of my best guards. All of them trained marksmen, experts in hand to hand combat, excelling at kidnaps and torture. Just my favourite type of men. If this Harry could beat them, I'd know I'd found my knew right hand man, if not, well, a bit of collateral damage never hurt.

"What do you want? Where am I?" Harry growled, he had a simply delicious jaw line, and beautiful blue eyes. I could have happily gotten lost in them. Oh the thoughts I was having over what I could do to damage that perfect face, if he passed, I was going to love this one.

My men didn't say a word, as per their instructions, not even twitching at his demands. Until somehow, he escaped from the chair and within minutes he had taken down all five men around him, some dead, some just knocked unconscious. Wow. I liked this one.

"I think its time to meet our new guest." I left the control room, going down to the cell, opening the door without even caring that he had a gun in his hands, pointing it at me, like he'd actually shoot. Adorable.

"Who are you?! What do you want with me?" Harry growled again, the gun pointed in my direction.

"My, you do like putting on a show, don't you?" I smiled, hands in the air, like I was innocent too.

"Huh? What do you want? I will shoot you if you don't start talking!" Harry threatened, gun pointing to my head.

"Oh you don't need to shoot me, I'll tell you everything you want to know. I'm offering you a once in a life time opportunity you won't want to miss." I offered, dangling the bait.

"Really? I don't believe you." Harry chuckled humourlessly.

"Well, I'm offering you a job. A job you won't want to turn down, so you may want to listen carefully." I said, watching cogs turn into his head. Watching ordinary people work out things was sometimes adorable, sometimes, others it was just tedious. This time, it was, well, intriguing.

"How do you know I won't want to turn it down? Who are you?" Harry asked again, cogs turning again, not getting anywhere whatsoever.

"Well because you simply can't, you're in debt, very much in debt. The army pension you've got isn't doing anything to keep you housed properly if you also want to eat. You can't get a job for more than a week as you find everything monotonous and boring, which is not helping you whatsoever. I'm offering you a job where you won't be bored, you'll be paid substantially for your time, and I'll even put you up in a nicer place that can actually fit your things in. For all of this, all I ask of you is to be my right hand man, protect me from my enemies, dispatch of others, go on the occasional mission when I need you too. It's all I ask, and I'm not stingy in my pay either." I watched his eyes spark in interest.

"All you ask is that I do what? Help you out like some kind of bodyguard?" Harry looked disbelievingly at me.

"Oh much more than a bodyguard, so much more. I'll tell you all about it over dinner if you wish." I explained, seeing the signs of him starting to agree.

"What's your name first? Name and job title." Harry started to cave in.

"I'm Dougie Poynter, the world's only Consulting Criminal. So what do say, will you join me?" I held out a hand, watching him drop the gun and grab onto my offered limb. I smirked, just as I planned.