Jim wanted to play. Nothing more. Nothing less. Sherlock was a distraction of the best sort. Killing him was not what he wanted even if he'd said it a few times now. He was just so changeable! For instance, usually he wore designer suits but today he was in a white tee shirt and some black jeans with boots. He was like those kids that hang up at the Stables. Or how he imagined Molly's boyfriend might be like. He missed that character.

He wanted to kill every single cat he saw now because of her but she was a little sweet. And she made a lovely cuppa. And always had his favorite little nibbles. Sweet girl. Maybe he'd look her up again. She'd probably call the police though. Hm.

"I had wanted the both of you but your brother came along and snatched your little pet up. My not so little pet can't think of all of the variables." He made a little shushing noise as he pulled a phone out of his pocket. "Why don't you ever let me play with your toys? I'll let you play with mine!"