Thank you for sticking with this story, I've recently re-read it and I'm excited to get into writing it again!

Isla POV

The next few weeks passed in a blur for Isla, Harry hadn't been kidding when he said she needed to be available for rehearsal at a moment's notice. Her phone had been ringing non stop and she was seriously considering flushing the bloody thing down the toilet. The man was a slave driver, a creative mastermind but relentless in his demands. Her bones ached and her throat was sore, but it was worth it, the show was coming together and for the first time in years she felt excited. The anxiety still clawed at her mind but she pushed it back. Every waking moment was consumed by dance and music, the very thing she'd been working towards all these years. There was no time to think about a certain criminal mastermind.

But she did, quite a lot as it happened, especially in these moments where she had a 5 minute break from the intensity of work. Every time her phone rang she found herself wishing it was Jim, and she hated herself for feeling that way. He was arrogant, rude and not to mention a bit of a stalker. But he intrigued her, she wanted more. The way he was just so upfront about his craziness and didn't take any bullshit. It was refreshing, it made her feel alive. Turning her phone over in her hands, she typed out a message, hesitating over the send button.

"Breaks over ladies, back to the stage now!" Harry barked (honestly that man!)

"Isla are you coming? You know he's going freak if he has to come and get you" A gentle tap on her shoulder pulled her out of her thoughts. She looked up to see Rachel, another one of the girls looking at her in amusement.

"Yeah sure let's go, can't keep his lordship waiting" She stuffed the phone back in her bag. It was good job he'd interrupted really, it was probably a really bad idea anyway.

Jim POV

Jim didn't know whether to be pissed off or amused that she hadn't been in contact for a few weeks. He didn't think he'd ever met anybody as stubborn in his life. Not that he'd been waiting for her, he was Jim Moriarty for god's sake, he didn't wait around for anyone. But he was bored and she was fun. He hadn't stopped thinking about that night with her, the way she blew hot and cold with him. It was all fun and games but he was bored of the chase now. He wanted to see her, he needed a break from the mundane people he usually associated with. It was time to get princess out to play.

Isla POV

"You're the fucking sound guy what do you mean it's not working!" Harry made quite a sight, a giant of a man, storming round like a child having a tantrum. The poor sound guy in the glasses looked positively terrified as he stuttered a reply.

"T-t-the equipment's bust, w-w-we need some new pieces"

"Well fucking sort it then! the rest of you piss off home there's no point being here" This was followed by a very overdramatic door slam as Harry stormed into the office.

"Yikes, remind me never to piss him off" Rachel whispered, "but at least we have the rest of the day off, me and some of the other girls are going to go for a drink if you want to join us?"

Isla studied her quietly for a minute, she really was a stunningly pretty girl with her caramel skin and dark curly hair. She suddenly felt a pang of inadequacy, was this why Jim hadn't called? Had he found himself a Rachel, so much prettier and less screwed up?

She should really go with the other girls, she hadn't interacted with them much and she suspected they thought she was a bit stuck up. The truth was she was just naturally a loner, girl talk and gossip didn't come naturally to her.

She was saved by the bell as a text popped up on her phone.

"I heard you have a rare afternoon off, dinner tonight? JM"

"Sorry Rachel I have plans, next time though?" She flashed her a smile as she gathered up her things and bolted out the door as she typed out a text back.

"I don't really feel like going out tonight, I'm exhausted"

She grinned to herself, she really shouldn't tease the poor man.

"How about a take away and whisky, about 7?" That should give her just enough time to sort the flat and make herself look slightly presentable. She knew she was making this too easy, but in all honesty, she didn't want to be alone with her thoughts tonight and Jim was the perfect distraction.

"See you then JM"

Sorry there's not much interaction in this chapter, I didn't want to make it too long and this felt like a natural stopping point. Hope you enjoyed it!