[Jim kept to the shadows of the room, carefully watching the child sleep without a care in the world. It must be so nice to feel safe enough to sleep right through a kidnapping. He screwed his face up in a frown just briefly before taking a deep breath and schooling himself. The child had been moved easily and everything had gone according to plan (regardless of how tenuously the word 'plan' was being used) so far and there was little reason to be displeased at the moment.

Watching Sherlock with a child was always a strange past time, considering the man's (supposed) aversion to all human connection. He seemed oddly attached to this child and Jim knew for certain it wasn't a Holmes bastard, so it begged the question: why this child? Jim had of course seen him running around with Sherlock and his pet on the CCTV which seemed reckless even for them. Not that he was one to judge, but-]

[Oh, he was waking up and doing very well at hiding it. There was definitely something -different- about the child at least as Jim was loathe to use the word -special- outside of himself and maybe Sherlock...]

[Occasionally.]

So good of you to join me, I'm sure you've already sussed out that you aren't at home. Aren't you just a clever one?

[Jim grinned, keeping to the shadows near the locked door.]

Don't worry, you're safe for now. So, why don't you tell me about yourself, dear and do try to keep it interesting. I'd hate for you to bore me too early on in our acquaintance.