Violet has always been addicted to danger. It was her thing, the feeling of blood pumping through her veins and heart beating fast as her body got filled with adrenaline; it was her favourite feeling on the world. Ever since she was a little girl.

It all started when she was 8 years old. Her mother desperately wanted her to participate in some activity and at the time, her favourite animal were horses. Her mother was always a persistent woman, she always pushed Violet, trying to get the best out of her but at the same time, being a single mother with an only child that - thankfully didn't cause her much trouble - she wanted to give and make everything possible for Violet so, on Violet's request, she enrolled her into horseback riding classes. It was all great, her mother was proud of her and Violet really enjoyed it, being high in the air, riding a majestic animal that could potentially, if she handled it wrong, hurt her. It filled her mind a sense of excitement which she quickly grew fond of. After a while though, she got bored and wanted to move on, do something new, something daring, yet she knew her mother wouldn't approve of her constant change of mind. But nevertheless she desperately wanted to feel the rush of doing something exciting and maybe even dangerous again.

So, one day in one of her classes, she decided to kick it up a notch. She was still very new to this and she was only with the beginners group but she, oh so desperately, wanted to feel the buzz again so she, while riding, unhooked the horse from the middle post that all of them were tied to, to prevent any of them from running freely and to keep them going in a circle so the instructors could keep a better eye on everybody. She nudged the side of the horse harshly with her boot, making it squeal loudly as it jumped, raising its two front legs high in the air making Violet hold on tightly, before it bolted away from the group. The whole thing - the class - was held on a big farm, the only thing separating them from the 'wild' was a fence that the horse Violet was on jumped over with ease, making her laugh loudly. The group that she left behind was screaming in panic, instructors getting on their own horses to chase after the two, probably thinking that Violet was scared and panicking. But that wasn't the case at all because this was it, this was the feeling that she craved, the adrenalin pumping through her as the horse bolted across the field with such speed that, if she fell off it, would most definitely kill her.

Eventually, the horse slowed down and the instructors caught up with them, getting her off the animal without any harm being done, still thinking the horse just 'panicked' for some reason. And she never told them what really happened. After that, as you can imagine, her mother signed her off the program and even though she really did like it, after a few days she didn't really miss it all. At least, not the riding. The craving for the feeling came back shortly though, but she managed to supress it just enough so she could go day through day without wanting to do something reckless. Deep down though, she just wished an opportunity came around, so she could properly feel again.

Until she was 15 years old, she didn't do many reckless stuff. At least not so daring that her mother would freak out about it. She snaked out in the middle of the night a couple of times and just sat in the backyard, behind the shed. The action gave her a quick fix of adrenalin as she walked through the house quietly, trying not to get caught. Sometimes, she stole some change out of her mum's purse when she wasn't looking and that change soon turned to cigarettes so by the time she turned 15, she had quite a stash under her bed. Her mother noticed that her cigarettes kept going missing as she'd put the pack away when only two or three were missing and when she next took it out, half of them were gone already but Violet never got caught. Because who would suspect their 14 year old daughter was stealing them? She never smoked them so her mother couldn't smell it on her. When she turned 17 though, the stash of her mum's cigarettes grew smaller and smaller every day as the next daring thing she got addicted to was actually smoking them, without her mom finding out. That was the only thing that stuck with her throughout her entire childhood as she, still to this day, smokes.

By the time she turned 18, she already knew how to steal smaller things from the store without getting caught and by the time she was 20, she was able to break into them during the night and dashing right before the police came. She felt on top of the world, almost like a criminal mastermind as she broke into every store that she set her mind on and didn't get caught once. Sometimes, she didn't even steal anything, she just broke into a bank, per se, and then left. Because all that really mattered to her, was the feeling of danger creeping up on her, the rush she got from it. It was her own personal drug and she was addicted to the point of no salvation.

After her twenty-fifth birthday, the world of criminals started to wonder who this person was and since she wasn't caught, not even once, nobody knew her name. And she certainly wanted it to stay that way, it was just more exciting. The police was always on the search for her and for her to keep them dancing around like this was almost comical. She practically owned the police without them even knowing it, she was on the top of the chart.

Soon enough, though, breaking into stores and banks wasn't enough for her either but this time, she really had no idea what to do. So she laid low for a while, for 5 whole years she didn't do any crime and the police quickly forgot about her. The itch never went away though so when she, one day, saw a name written on some old newspaper from a few years ago she found in her apartment, she knew in a second what her next move was going to be.

Getting into some petty stores was a piece of cake by now, but getting into banks and other major facilities was another deal so over the years, she accustomed the skill of hacking and coding. Research and practice was all it took for her to figure it out and soon, she was able to gain access to cameras, entry codes and everything else she needed to get into the next the targeted place. It really wasn't hard, sometimes the security was child's play but for the next target, she was sure it wasn't going to be as easy as the others. This one was on top of everything, with the best of the best hackers, security that probably couldn't get cracked by her in months if she wanted to even tackle that task but man, just thinking about it made her palms itch. The idea itself was crazy, even for her, but that only made the hunger for this ten times stronger. She wanted to do this, she needed to do this.

And in all honestly, she just wanted to meet this person, to show them that they aren't the only ones who can commit crimes without getting caught.

She knew this was going to be the hardest task she has ever set herself on as finding information about him was equally as hard. It went on for quite a few months, breaking into police records, doing excessive research on the internet and breaking into flats owned by people that presumably had at least some contact with him. By now, she was sure he knew she was coming yet since nobody knew who she actually was, he didn't know who was coming or when. He didn't even know where to look or who to pay attention to. Gathering his information was fun and exciting but the thing that made her body fill with unbelievable joy was the next move she was going to make. She went on the down low for the next few weeks, preparing and coming up with a plan. She needed him to think she wasn't going to go through with it. This man was practically god, a king. She still remembered him from a few years ago when his break-in into three places at once was on the TV, her mother called, appalled, but she was fascinated. He was the one she maybe even looked up to as his crimes were always so perfectly played; he was a genius and she didn't know why she hasn't thought of this sooner. It was perfect.

Getting into his place wasn't going to be easy, the hardest thing was to crack through his security without raising any major suspicion. She managed to do it though, after a few minutes of furious typing, making sure she masked her work. His hackers were good, but somehow, she was even better and with the access to his security cameras, she managed to plan out exactly where to go, where to hide and basically, map out his entire place before she got in. She was sure his workers told him about the bug and she knew he realized what was happening, that it wasn't just a bug as his workers addressed it to be. He knew she was coming. But she didn't give him any time to prepare as that night, she was ready to strike.

Getting past his guards was much easier than she anticipated, it was probably the easiest task in this plan of hers by now. With some simple redirecting of attention and her knowledge of where they were standing, how they were moving and where they were facing, she was soon in the building. He bought of an entire apartment complex and lived on the top floor, in the big loft. If getting into the building itself was easy for her, getting to the top floor and into his place was even easier as there was only one guard out of two of them that stood in front of the door; the other went on a short brake. Knocking out this guy was fairly easy, doing a simple sleep hold was all she had to do to gain those very much needed few seconds to get into his loft flat (useful thing she learned about these is that she didn't need much body strength to do them and the person she used them on didn't remember much after). And once she was in, it was all a waiting game basically. He wasn't in, precisely why she used that day to go through with her plan so what she did is poured herself a glass of red wine and sat on his beige coloured couch, waiting.

It wasn't even half an hour later that he walked in. It was dark in the room so he didn't see her at first. He was just as she remembered him. His hair was sleeked back and he was wearing a dark suit that probably cost more than her flat and herself combined and he was oh so good looking. Whether she would win this or not, just seeing him in person was worth it.

He turned on the lights and much like she predicted, his eyes flew over to her, a look that could only be described as shock on his face but she could also see that he was, despite the fact that she somehow managed to break into his place, impressed.

"Jim Moriarty," she spoke, looking him right into his eyes as she kept her legs crossed, the glass of wine in her right hand, her back leaning against the back of the couch. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you."

He pushed his hands into the pockets of his suit pants, a content smile on his face.

"Impressive, really impressive," he spoke, his voice swirling around the room like silk, "I'm truly amazed that you got through my security."

"I'm not. For a master mind, your security was actually pathetic and those guards?" she answered, a heavy look of arrogance playing in her eyes, "Piece of cake."

She stood up and downed the last gulp of wine in the glass before she walked past him, making sure to walk as close to him as possible, brushing her shoulder against his chest. She took the glass to the kitchen, putting it into the sink as his eyes followed her, watching his every move. She leaned on the kitchen counter.

"Who are you?" he asked and Violet turned around, laughing sarcastically. She shook her head.

"It wouldn't be very fun if I told you, now, would it?" she answered, "Besides, you're the Jim Moriarty, the criminal of the century, the genius, I'm sure you can figure it out."

They starred at each other, a kind of stand-off, Violet smiling contently and proudly and Jim's face twisting in annoyance. She was the first one to play him like that, not even Sherlock could do it this well. Who the hell was she? She couldn't just be some ordinary woman that got lucky, oh no, she was much more interesting and not boring and the fact that he couldn't find out anything about who she was before she came here irked him to the point he wanted to rip his hair out. She started up a game with him and so far, she was winning.

"Well, this has been very fun," she pushed herself off the counter and walked across the room, stopping in front of him. He looked at her, fire in his eyes and she smirked knowingly. This was making angry, the fact that he knew nothing about her. She stood on her tiptoes and leaned closer to his ear, to the point her lips were almost touching it before she spoke up, for the last time, "I'll see you around, Jim Moriarty."

And with that, she walked out of his flat, past the guard she knocked out, smirking at him, and out of the building without anyone uttering a single word. Because she knew that she won this little game she played with him and he couldn't do a single thing about it.