"Jim", A Spinoff
by Basilstorm
Disclamer: I do not own the show Sherlock, nor do I own Moriarty. Moran is Arthur Conan Doyle's character, this is just my interpretation of him. The cover isn't mine either.
Sebastian Moran lay down, making sure to stay in the shadows, and pressed a hand to his gun, teasing the trigger carefully. A great many people were gathered, dancing and singing in the street below. Tables were set up around the edges of the cul-de-sac, and the smell of hot food filled Sebastian's nostrils. This didn't bother the man, however. He was completely focused on his target; a pudgy, middle-aged drunkard dancing in the middle of the cleared out area.
The mission was simple. A young lady had hired him to kill her abusive husband after discovering him raping their teenage daughter. Reasonable enough, and the woman wasn't likely to turn him in. She had payed a lot for such an easy task. All he had to do was wait for the man to become drunk enough to pick off.
Just as the party was picking up speed, the first raindrop fell. It was quickly followed by another, and within seconds, rain was pouring down. Moran hissed a curse and shifted farther back under the tarp. The people began to run inside, leaving the tables and food. The target was joining them, and would soon be out of range. Peering through the dripping wet scope of his gun, the ex-colonel breathed in and fired.
Down below, a woman screamed and dropped to the ground.
Sebastian stared in shock. He NEVER missed. Yet the target had escaped, and someone was kneeling next to the injured woman holding a phone. He had to move. Moran left the gun, thankful that he'd remembered his gloves this time. He slid the keycard he'd stolen through the lock mechanism and ran down the stairs two at a time. He ran through the lobby and shoved the front door open.
Instantly, he was tackled to the ground by a short, brown haired man. Sebastian threw a punch, fist connecting with the man's nose. A spurt of blood hit him in the face and he tried to roll on top. But the other man was heavier, and after struggling for a few moments, he ended on his stomach, head twisted awkwardly to the side, cheek pressed against the rough cement.
The dazed soldier tried to figure out what was going on. People were sobbing and screaming and sprinting away. Eventually, lights began to flash, and the pressure on his back was lifted. He tried to get away immediately, but found handcuffs restricting his movement. Moran was thrown into the police car.
The car was hot, with leather seats and tinted windows. It started quickly, throwing Sebastian off balance. He fell onto his side, cheek pressing against an uncomfortable surface for the second time in fifteen minutes. The policemen ignored him. He could feel every bump in the road.
Suddenly, the driver slammed on the brakes. Moran found himself flying into the back of the seats. The man on the passenger side asked the driver a question. Then a loud gunshot echoed through the car.
Sebastian Moran scrambled upright and found himself staring down the barrel of a gun.
"You're welcome", The driver said with a distinctly smug-sounding voice.
"Who are you?", Moran asked.
The gun was lowered to reveal a psychotic looking man in a suit. "Your new boss".
So that was the first chapter, hope you liked it. My goal is to upload a chapter each week. I planned out the major plot points and there should be 14 chapters. Soon I will move onto chapters that are episode-based. This story will be what Jim and Sebastian are doing at the same time as John and Sherlock. My Seb is based on Michael Fassbender, if you want a visual. Feedback is very welcome!