"Oooooo!"

The man tied to a chair in the middle of the windowless basement watched warily as the Consulting Criminal's eyes lit up with pleasure as he played around with the electronic device in front of him.

"Oh, and look at my new case!"

Jim proudly displayed his brand new phone, and case, to the frightened man. This was the infamous James Moriarty? The man posing next to him as he took a photo of himself, cross eyed with his tongue stuck out? Maybe this was all some kind of sick joke, a dream of some sort. Soon he would wake up on a plane back to the UK, being offered a complimentary champagne by a smartly dressed air hostess. Somewhere where the deal hadn't gone wrong.

"I can get games too!"

Briefly wondering if the man was insane, he tried to loosen his bound hands slightly. The man's eyes flickered up to him, catching the slight movement.

"Tut, tut! And I thought we were getting along! Oh well."

Jim sighed and began to walk back towards a door in the side of the room.

"Well if you had been a bit nicer about my phone I might have let you live. But..."

He trailed off and shut the door behind him.

As Jim walked away from the raging inferno, he considered all the fun he could have with his new phone. He grinned to himself.

"Who shall I start with first?"

Be nice, its my first time. Planning to do the next chapter as a text conversation between Sherlock and Jim. Unless everybody hates it. Then i'll probably run away and hide.

Bx