Nearly out of Heathrow? JM
Nearly. Just walking out Terminal 5. SM
Oh that's not nearly fast enough. I'm getting restless and bored. Hurry along. JM
Ah, calm down, James, I'll get there as quickly as I can. SM
Don't worry! I'll see you in two weeks. I'll talk to you soon. I love you. SM
Sebastian stopped in his tracks, in the middle of the bustling crowd moving swiftly around him in London Heathrow. This couldn't happen. It's not happening. He rapidly tried to click the "End" button on his phone, but it was too late. The message was sent. To Jim.
Sebastian…explain. That message doesn't make sense and I know there's a deliberate reason. Do tell. JM
Sebastian didn't respond. He stumbled his way over to a series of chairs forming a bench off to the side of the main crowd. He stared blankly at the floor. Nothing could be done. His farce was up. The façade was ruined. All because of a slip of the thumb.
Sebastian, you're ignoring me. You better explain, I'll get testy very quickly. JM
The blond man felt the mobile vibrate but didn't move. What will Jim do? He was almost paralyzed. He felt it ring again.
Talk to me or I will skin you, dear. JM
Sebastian slowly pulled the mobile out of his pocket, nearly shaking. He typed slowly.
Sorry. SM
For what, Sebastian. I'm not confused all that often and yet this is one of those times. JM
There was no response
Sebastian Augustus Moran, explain yourself. JM
What are you hiding? JM
Minutes passed without a volley of messages between the two. It felt like months, years to Seb.
Jim, leaned back in his chair, spinning slowly. A scowl painted his face red. Tapping his chin with his mobile, he thought. He thought for a long while.
Who is he? JM
At this message, Sebastian's heart ceased to beat. A cold sweat erupted from his brow. He should have known Jim would figure it out. Jim is clever. Brilliant.
Jim, I know what you're going to do if I tell you. Or maybe even if I don't. SM
Do you now? JM
James, I may not be as clever as you but I know you. SM
Jim Moriarty laughed to himself. Oh, the things his sniper didn't know.
Who is he? Or she? You've never been all that predictable. JM
Jim you'll hurt him. SM
Ah so it is a man. Tell me about him I'm dying to know. JM
I will not tell you. I can't tell you. SM
If you don't tell me who he is, you'll go first and then I'll find him. I could do it without your help. But who would want to put in that effort. If you confess, both of you have a chance. JM
Sebastian didn't know what to think. There was so often a time when Jim grasped and connived and worked his way up by trickery. But also, especially when circumstances involved his favorite sniper, he's been loyal. Trustworthy, even. He's so changeable but wouldn't deceive Seb under most circumstances.
Promise me. SM
What? JM
Promise me you won't hurt him. You won't lay a finger on him. I do not want the two most important men in my life at eachother's throats. SM
Ah, but will he really be at mine. JM
Promise me, James Moriarty. SM
Fine I promise. I even crossed my heart. JM
Sebastian sat back on his bench. People rushed around him but his world was close to stopping altogether. He exhaled heavily, running his fingers through his long blond hair.
After a bit, he leaned forward again. He began to type.