Dull.

The dark-haired teen sat back in the velvet seat on a balcony of the theater. He sighed. Why are plays so boring? When his parents had said it was a murder mystery, he thought it might just be worth seeing. But no. He had long since figured out who the killer was, and desperately wishing he had brought some form of weapon. If he couldn't enjoy the show, he could at least leave his mark, right? No again. The stupid security guards had disarmed him.

Another sigh. The only thing he had to look forward to was laughing at the shouts of surprise when the dummy in a noose, which was not hidden very well on top of one of the speakers, dropped over the audience. There it went…

"Hm?" the previously uninterested teen sat up in surprise. It wasn't a dummy. It was a real body!

The audience started in surprise then started screaming and fainting when the very real blood dripped on them. The ushers tried to calm everyone down but were rather shaken themselves. Most couldn't take their eyes off the hanged figure.

"Jim, is this your doing?" the boy's dad turned on him.

He wished. No, it was surprisingly not an act of the young James Moriarty. But he was sure as hell going to find out who did it. He hopped out of his seat and dashed off the balcony they were sitting in. He quickly found the door backstage and pushed through the panicked people until he found the dummy that was supposed to come down in the noose. He was on the right track.

It only took a few seconds and a bit of reasoning to find the criminal hiding on the sidelines trying to stifle a laugh. Jim looked him over. It was a boy, almost a foot taller than Jim but no more than a year's age difference.

Jim started applauding slowly and the other boy's blue eyes snapped to him instantly and gave him a cold, calculating stare.

"Who are you?" the blond growled. "What do you want?"

The smaller boy flashed a sly smile. "Me? I'm just a spectator. Here to congratulate you for a wonderful show." His dark eyes sparkled. "Congratulations."

"Thanks," the other replied, unsure of this stranger's intentions.

"However, I think it would've been even more effective had you left the man alive."

"Well you can't have everything. Leaving him alive would've made it too difficult to get him to drop at the right moment. Had to pick one."

"True." A small, pale hand stuck out in the space between them. "Jim."

It was clasped firmly by a rough, tan hand. "Sebastian."

"Sebastian, I'm never one to give up an opportunity, especially one so ceremoniously dropped from the sky." He snickered at his own pun. "I think I'd like to see you again."

"You mean work together?"

"Perhaps. Interested?"

"Perhaps."

Jim smiled again and threw a slip of paper at the other boy's feet. Sebastian hesitated before leaning over to pick it up. When he stood again, the small boy was gone. He looked at the paper. It had a phone number on it, and the name "Jim Moriarty." He shook his head and muttered, "What a weirdo," but folded the paper carefully and stuck it in his pocket.

A/N: Originally just going to post this part, but I do have more written. What do you think?