Disclaimer: I don't not make money or own any of the characters I just warp to my own plots.

AN: this is another continuation of my first two stories, this one is from Sebastian and Moriarty's POV.

Chapter 1:

Sebastian Moran took in the little flat he sat in listening to his new boss talk to the kindly land lady with half an ear. He was confused at how he ended up at Baker Street with Mrs. Turner as a landlady, considering at the beginning of the week he was in an army base holding cell waiting his sentence. His musings were interrupted by the words newlyweds and first flat together, Sebastian smiled like a good little soldier, but he was freaking out. Married to the boss, well I guess Orin; he didn't even know his job title all he knew was that the Boss got him out of that military facility with semi-honorable discharge and his rifle. He was also to be receiving weekly payments starting tomorrow. This flat was his, the rent paid for with the condition he would always be available when called. Sebastian just couldn't figure out what he was doing, or going to be doing.

"So what do you think?"

"It's great boss." Sebastian answered automatically

"Tch, Orin in this apartment, we are married remember."

"Why is that again?"

"Mrs. Turner and Mrs. Hudson are nosy; being married and newlyweds means they will give us privacy"

"Why here? I have a few places I could live, and you have flats all over London."

"My enemy of course, Sherlock has racked up favours all over this part of town. It will be easy to keep tabs of him because if we ever lose him he will come back here eventually."

"So, what is my job?"

"What's with all the Questions Bassie? Just enjoy it, you will be killing people soon enough, you my dear" James sat down on the arm of the and grabbed Sebastian's face "are my ace up my sleeve, no one will know who you are nor will they even know you exist." With a final pat to the cheek James stands up "Come on Bassie lets go shopping for the flat." Usually Sebastian would hate being called Bassie, but coming from the smaller man it's seemed normal, almost like if he didn't irritate you it would be wrong.

"Sure thing B… "Sebastian's voice died off at the glare coming from James "Orin, let's go".

The shopping trip turned out to be a shopping spree; it seemed that Jim really liked spending money. They furnished the flat and then Jim decided that as an employee Sebastian can't be scruffy, so Sebastian's worn, faded, stained, and holey wardrobe was replaced and promptly burned the only thing Sebastian was allowed to keep was his old army fatigues. He fought with the idea of his life being controlled in such away but the clothes that were picked for him suited him. Slowly Jim was moulding him into the perfect employee and for Sebastian thinking about the changes in those terms made it easier to accept.

Sebastian found that if he just went with things as they came life was a lot easier for him, like when Jim decided to figure out a way to mimic natural causes of death by ingestion and they had to eat take away for a month because everything was contaminated, or when Jim was inventing poisons and they had to replace all the dishes and kitchen appliances said appliances were either thrown in a tantrum when Jim failed or just burned, melted or blown up. So when Jim announced that Sebastian was now to act as a kept husband while Jim brought home the bacon, Sebastian just nodded and continued on with his day. Sebastian had no qualms with this as he technically was a kept man; they just weren't married or had any other relationship aside from a working one. Though that statement meant more than what Sebastian originally thought, it also meant his first job.

"Bassie" Jim whined and Sebastian knew he wanted something, which confused Sebastian to no end Jim could ask him to dance around town in a tutu and he would do it because it meant he had earned the amount of money that Jim was paying him.

"Yes Orin."

"You get to test out my poisons for me, go be a dear and inject this into the food at this residence." Jim said while swinging a pouch with syringes and holding out a piece of paper. "Do you wanna know who we are killing Bassie?"

"It doesn't matter to me Boss" Sebastian said and since they are talking about business he wasn't reprimanded too much for the slip up.

With an exaggerated sigh Jim started talking again "Three months and you still can't call me Orin, even Jim in this place would work why you are so formal with me all the time Bassie I will never understand." Sebastian stared at the insane man in confusion, Jim scared him shitless that is why he was formal. "You are killing the IT guy from St. Barts he lives alone so no worries about killing an entire family besides that would look suspicious. Put at least 5ml of this in everything you can find if he eats any one of those things he should be dead by morning. Use all of the syringes" He let Sebastian take the items, and Sebastian thought the amount of poison overkill 6 full syringes was a lot but who was he to ask questions about poison. "Oh and Bassie you're going tonight he works night shifts." Sebastian was excited His first real job, sure he was about to poison a guy but it was something to do.

At eleven at night Sebastian took off towards the address of the man he was to kill. The place turned out to be a flat getting in was easy enough the guy lived on the second floor, kept his windows open. The particular window he climbed into was the bedroom window. The kitchen was easy to find though deciding what to inject the stuff into was difficult, understanding now why he was given so much poison. Sebastian went to work. Fruit was easy, and so were the left overs. The instant food wasn't so forgiving; Sebastian just hoped that the guy didn't notice that the seals were a little looser with the pudding and yogurt cups. The raw meat was a little easier but Sebastian hoped that the vacuumed plastic didn't stretch any further to make a more noticeable hole. The easiest of all was the water pitcher in the fridge as well as the juice.

Sebastian was a little sad when his mini recon mission was over but he wasn't one to scoff at tedious jobs. So he swiftly made his way back to the flat enjoying the night air. When he did eventually make it back he found Jim playing with his pillow.

"Why do you have that?" Sebastian asked while slowly sitting down.

"I was bored so I went snooping. What is it?" Jim looked at him while playing with the stitching.

"It's to help with stitches, John got me to do the stupid exorcises in my free time."

"You're talking as if I know who these people are, it's annoying" Jim threw the pillow at Sebastian

"Sorry, Captain John Watson of the Fifth Northumberland Fusiliers, RAMC" Sebastian was examining the stitching starting from the uneven and huge to the refined and even, Sebastian was so distracted that he missed the look of utter shock that passed across Jims face. "He was that doctor I shot. He told me to do these exorcises and when I was good enough he got me to stitch up the medics. It was his little fuck you to the: No shooting unless defending your patient rule." The pillow looked creepy to be honest like it was stabbed a multitude of times and patched back together.

"You shot my Johnny-boy." The Rage within that short phrase made Sebastian rear up and cower into the seat. He had never seen this side of Jim before and it was unnerving to say the least.

"It was the only way to save him" Sebastian answered automatically. Not even caring that Jim apparently knew John but was rather possessive of him. "It was either shoot him or lose him to the enemy."

"You killed my Johnny-boy." It seemed that Jim got the un-official, official version of the reports.

"No, Doc is alive. I swear we were shipped out together the reports said I killed him because they wanted me out of the army and in jail, please don't kill me boss, he's not dead." Sebastian had never been so terrified in his life. The look of pure fury and insanity directed at him was something he prayed he would never ever see again. "He's not dead" Sebastian repeated those three words in a whisper.

The switch in Jim was instant. "That's good, you see Bassie if you killed him you would look very much like your precious pillow. Go get some rest we have a busy day tomorrow. "Sebastian flew out of the chair so fast he almost tripped.

"Sure thing, I'll uhh see you later." Sebastian made his way to the bedroom and sincerely hoped he woke up in the morning. Sebastian knew that there were a lot of John Watsons in the world it was a common name after all, but he knew that Jim was talking about the right John. Like Sebastian John had one nickname that he loathed above all else and for him it was Johnny-boy. It also seemed that Jim had a knack for being the only one to be able to call people by their most hated name.

Stripping down to his boxers Sebastian decided to at least enjoy his maybe last sleep instead of fretting about being killed in the night and promptly fell asleep.