Jim Moriarty leaned back in his chair and sighed. To say he was bored would be an understatement. He didn't even know what he was feeling at the moment and it troubled him.
He let out a loud groan that caused the sniper on the floor to look up at him. Sebastian had been meticulously cleaning his rifle. Making sure all the parts were in working condition. Sebastian placed the parts back down before speaking, "What's bothering you, Jim?"
"I don't know, Moran. I'm bored but I'm not. I feel like something is missing. As if there is a hole in my life somewhere. I hate not knowing," he scoffed and shifted in the chair so that his legs were over one arm of the chair and his head over the other. He then crossed his arms and huffed in annoyance.
Sebastian listened to Jim talk and couldn't help but chuckle. Hearing the chuckle, Jim immediately sat up and glared at Sebastian. "What's so funny? And speak carefully because I am in no mood."
Moran simply smirked up at the man before returning to his rifle. He put all the pieces back together and placed it back in its case. Sighing, he stood to his feet and moved over to the couch to sit so it would be easier to look at the criminal, "I think I might know what you are feeling." When he could Sebastian liked to tease Jim and he wanted to make sure he could make the most of it.
Jim sat up straighter and continued to glare at Sebastian. He knew threats wouldn't work on the sniper and as much as he hated it, Jim would be forced to beg. Jim shrugged his shoulders and sighed, "Tell me, Sebastian. What am I feeling?"
"Not going to say," the sniper responded.
"Please."
"Saying the 'P' word early? Wow."
Shut up, now tell me."
"No."
"I'll give you the rest of the week off."
"Keep trying."
"I'll throw in a new hunting knife."
Sebastian smiled and leaned his head back. With that smile, he had told Jim he didn't need to say anything else. Scratching the back of his head, Sebastian laughed again, "You are lonely."
Jim blinked at the man in confusion before laughing in return. "Sebastian, that is the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard. I am not lonely," Jim explained and stood to his feet. He moved over to the kitchen to fix himself a drink
"Whatever you say, Jim," Sebastian chuckled and stood up to go to his room. It was late and he needed his sleep. "Just don't come to me when you realize I am right."
Jim flashed Sebastian a rude hand sign then went back to his chair to sit down. With the drink in his left hand, he absentmindedly tapped his fingers on the arm of the chair with his right. He thought over Sebastian's words but still thought them ridiculous. He wasn't lonely. It was one of the reasons he kept Sebastian around. He relieved his boredom with his company.
After several minutes of silent thought, Jim downed his drink and huffed. He fidgeted in his seat and continued to think of what Sebastian said. After an hour, groaned rather loud, stood to his feet and walked over to Moran's room. He pushed Moran's door open with one hand and stood in the doorway, "You're right. I am feeling a bit… 'lonely.'
Moran had been sitting in the center of his bed; expecting Jim to burst in any moment with the revelation. "Well, don't expect me to fill it any more. I get enough of you already," he joked and leaned back on the bed. Jim retaliated to the comment by walking to the edge of the bed and ripped the sheet off of the man.
"Get up Tiger. You are not going to sleep yet. I have work to do and then we are going out," Jim announced then left the room. He could hear Moran grumble something under his breath but ignored it for the time being.
Jim went back to his chair and thought over possible candidates for his newest 'companion.' He closed his eyes and thought over each person that might be interesting enough. They needed to be easy to mold yet not too passive. Gender didn't matter to Jim. He thought of Sherlock first but then realized it would be a shame to lose such a fantastic rival. John came next but he was far too loyal to the detective. Irene Adler was interesting but she wouldn't bend easily. Her profession made her stronger than most.
He was about to give up when Sebastian finally walked back into the room. Jim came to a final name and jumped up in delight. He rubbed his hands together while Sebastian looked on in confusion. "I take it you know who you want?"
Jim nodded his head and walked over to grab his coat. "Indeed I do, Basher. I think it's time we pay Molly Hooper a visit."