[ Well it is true what they say. You learn something new everyday. Even Jim. While his previous schemes hadn't exactly gone precisely as planned, they weren't complete failures either. It only gave him more fuel for the fire. A fantastically burning flame which only kept growing the more he planned. It was really all a matter of time. Working up to a climactic point before everything would finally fall into its rightful place. Now was only a matter of his game pieces, to ensure they stayed true to their particular way of playing. It was easy to predict the doctor's reactions. Mostly.
Kidnapping would have been the easiest way to aquire his audience, but that never did sit too well. It put off the wrong sort of mood. No, Jim was going to be civil with Sherlock's possessive little pet. Oh Johnny, you silly boy, one gets curious to know just how far someone is willing to go in order to protect their dear one.
His invitation was a formal yet simple gesture. E-mail. ]
Good evening Johnny boy.
The attached file is a picture, not a virus, I assure you. Open it.
I would like to request your presence here. Tonight. Privately.
Don't bother alerting anyone. I'll find out. If you tell, then I'll not show.
And I wouldn't like to stand up our date.
But if you need the sense of protection, feel free to bring your gun.
In fact, bring it anyway. It'll make things interesting.
I wish to discuss with you the peculiar matter of Sherlock Holmes.
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