Jump Then Fall

Chapter 39

The car stopped in front of the quaint tea shop that Elsa had visited with Molly. Elsa walked inside and sat down at the two-seated table that held Mycroft.

"Hello, Miss Wiggens-"

"Elsa,"

He rolled his eyes, "Fine. Hello, *Elsa*. So nice of you to join me,"

"Not like I really had a choice,"

A small chuckle emitted from Mycroft's throat, "True, true..."

Elsa leaned forward with her elbows on the table, fingers weaved together to support her head, "Okay Mycroft, why am I here?"

"Getting to the point, I see. That's fine, that's completely fine. As you know, my brother is what you might call 'antisocial', but I've noticed that he has been spending rather a lot of time with you and John,"

"Yeah, so?"

"I would like for you to keep an eye on him, per say. Make sure that he stays out of trouble,"

Elsa coughed, "Make sure that Sherlock stays out of trouble? Mycroft, do you even know your own brother? It'd be like trying to keep a kid from glitter glue. Impossible."

"Just watch out for him,"

"You are literally asking me to babysit a man in his thirties,"

"I realize," Mycroft shook his head, "but somebody needs to do this task, and you seem most fit. Considering that he seems to be watching after you."

She considered for a moment, "Fine. But only because I'm practically doing the job already."

"I knew you would agree,"

"I have one condition," Mycroft's face was priceless, Elsa couldn't help but laughing, "You have to buy me a cuppa. I figure I should get some sort of payment, yes?"

"Just this once, Miss Wiggens, just this once," he chuckled.

Elsa ordered some fancy tea and Mycroft made sure to pay for it before he left the café. She was taking her last sip when the door to the shop opened and a man she wasn't expecting walked in.

"Jim?"

"Hmmm?" He looked around the shop trying to find the source of his name, "Oh! Hi, Elsa! Funny seeing you here, huh? I was just coming in to get some of my favorite brew, James Moore Tea. Have you ever had it before? It's amazing!"

She couldn't help but giggle, "James Moore? Do you just like that brew because your name is Jim?"

"Oh, honey, you'd be surprised..."

"Well, I've never tried that brand before, it's sounds... interesting. Maybe you can make me a cuppa?" Elsa shrugged flirtatiously. She knew Sherlock had said he played for the other team, but hey, maybe Jim was willing to switch sides, if even just for a while. He was fairly attractive with his warm brown eyes and softly ruffled hair.

Jim froze for a moment but then quickly recovered, "Sure!" he said, maybe a little too eagerly, "Just let me buy the leaves and then you can come over to my place for a drink."

She laughed, "That sounds great. Far much better than going home and sitting around doing nothing because Sherlock Holmes said to do so."

He joined in on her laughing and bought his tea, offering his arm to Elsa like a true gentleman.

"So how are things with you and Molly?" she asked.

Jim grumbled softly, "We aren't a thing anymore. It just wasn't working out."

They walked out of the shop and headed down the street, "Oh?"

"Molly called it off. Truthfully, I'm glad she did. Now, I can be more out there."

"But why did she call it off?"

"She said something about Sherlock Holmes, how he was taking up too much of her thoughts. And she said that I wasn't as... focused anymore. Said my mind was somewhere else."

"Well, was it?"

"I suppose..."

"Where?"

"Back in the lab where I first met you,"

Elsa started blushing like crazy, "You mean that you've been thinking of me for the past few days?"

Jim nodded extremely shyly and Elsa brought her hands to her cheeks to try to hide her blush.

They had stopped walking and were now standing outside of large pool building. He pushed Elsa inside the building and up against a wall beside the chlorinated water. She was giggling and blushing incoherently as Jim place his left arm around her waist and ghosted his lips down her neck.

"Jim? Jim, what are you doing?" Her laughing increased and she unconsciously rolled her body closer to his, "Jim? Hello?" A deep growl rumbled in his throat as his lips came closer to hers. She gasped and pushed his face away, "Jim, I can't do this. I haven't even known you for that long, I can't just start kissing you. I don't even know your full name!"

He started laughing maniacally, scaring Elsa out of her mind. Jim pushed her into a chair and tied her down. This was extremely out of his character.

"Oh, Elsa Wiggens. I knew you wouldn't be able to figure it out, not even with Sherlock Holmes by your side. James Moore Tea. My favorite brew basically spells out my name,"

It took a few seconds for his name to process in her mind before she gasped and tried to shrink away.