Kitty Riley and Richard Brook

Kitty was walking back to her flat cursing Sherlock Homes when she met Jim. He couldn't help overhearing her and her hatred towards Sherlock was apparent.

"Excuse me." Jim said putting on his Richard Brook voice. Kitty looked up startled. She had been running through her conversation with Sherlock and had been in a world of her own. Jim continued.

"I'm sorry but I couldn't help overhearing you cursing Sherlock Holmes." Kitty blushed slightly.

"Um yes."

"Would you mind me talking to you? It's just that everyone seems to think that Mr Holmes is an amazing man but he has ruined my life. I need to get my story out so the world can see what he's really like. I didn't think someone who admired him would listen."God, Jim hated being Richard. It was bad enough being 'Jim from I.T'. Kitty looked a little flustered but agreed. She felt sorry for the man, he looked on the verge of tears.

"Come back to my flat. I can help get your story in the papers."

"Oh thank you!" Jim simpered.

Kitty opened the door to her flat and turned the lights on.

"Take a seat. Make yourself comfortable. Would you like a drink?"

"Oh, um a coffee please." Kitty smiled and went to her kitchen. Jim smiled to himself. Yes this woman would be perfect to ruin Sherlock. Kitty re-entered the room carrying to mugs of coffee. She sat down and passed one to Jim.

"I'm Kitty by the way."

"Richard Brook."

"So what is your connection with Sherlock Holmes?" Jim took a sip of his coffee.

"Well I'm an actor, a story teller really and Sherlock hired me."

"Hired you? Why?"

"He hired me to be Jim Moriarty. He made up all those cases and got me to be the person who set them up."

"Why didn't you refuse?"

"He threatened me."

"The great Sherlock Holmes. How the mighty have fallen. I can get this published. The world will know that Sherlock Holmes is a fake. All I have to do is get a bit more information off you, get proof that you're an actor and type it up. I'm a journalist you see."

"I don't want to trouble you..."

"No, no. It would be my pleasure to reveal the truth about Sherlock Holmes. Do you have anywhere to stay? Anywhere that Sherlock doesn't know about?" Jim shook his head.

"Stay with me. You'll be safe here. And if Sherlock does find you I can protect you. We can make sure that you don't ever have to do this again."

"Thank you. Thank you so much." He started crying. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry. Sherlock put you through this." She hugged him.