This is what my mind comes up with. This story is going to be a bunch of one shots about Jim's life in the IT department.

They have been sitting on my computer for a while and are not in any particular order. Enjoy.

Jen walked into the room with an unusual spring in her step. "Hello, boys," she said cheerily as she strode to her office.

Jim waved and Roy merely grunted. Neither of them looked up from their computer screens.

"Damn it," Jen yelled before walking back in. "We have to make department presentation. I forgot. We have to be upstairs at one to convince Douglas not to get rid of out department as part of his plan to make the company "fight like a fighter". So, Moss, come up with something to show Douglas."

There was no answer. "Moss?" Jen looked around. "Where's Moss, it almost ten and he is never late."

Jim and Roy shrugged.

"Jim, did you and Moss go to that museum last night?" Jen asked.

"Yes," replied Jim putting down his computer and picking up a copy of heat. "It was interesting."

Roy and Jen looked more closely at Jim. "And what did you and Moss do after the museum?" asked Jen.

"We went to an electronics store to do some shopping," Jim replied flipping a page.

"Excuse me are you reading Heat?" Jen asked distracted for a moment.

"What happened to Moss?" Roy demanded.

Jim looked up with insolence etched in his features. He could never manage innocence. "What makes you think I know what happened to Moss? After shopping I went over to spend the night with my girlfriend."

"I think you're lying and you do know what happened to Moss!" Roy shouted.

"You are just jealous since you have such abysmal luck with women!" Jim yelled back.

"Wait, what, girlfriend?" asked Jen in confusion. "You're reading Heat."

"So?" Jim threw the magazine back on the table. "What does it have to do with anything?"

"Jen had a boyfriend who read heat. I ended up on a bus with gay paraplegics!" Roy pointed an accusing finger at the magazine. "So you weren't with a woman, you are lying, and you do know what happened to Moss!"

" … a bus full of gay paraplegics?" Jim whispered in disbelief. "How?"

"It's a long story with a gay musical," said Jen with a wave and a laugh. "But anyway, we know you are lying about the girlfriend, we know you are gay, and we know you know what happened to Moss." Jen put a hand on Jim's shoulder, gripping it more firmly than he thought she could. "Now I have to give a presentation to a man who alternates between hitting on me and trying to get me fired. I love this job. I need this job. And to keep this job I need my team to give a presentation on computers and YOU. WILL. HELP. ME. FIND. THE. ONLY. PERSON. WHO. KNOWS. HOW. THEY. WORK. IN. THIS. BLOODY. DEPARTMENT!"

Jim glared at her for a moment and then looked down. "There may have been a misunderstanding."

"What did you do?" Roy yelled.

"I really don't see how it is any of your business," Jim replied defensively.

"Richmond," Jen yelled, "I think Jim wants to listen to your new Cradle of Filth album with you."

Richmond popped his head out of the closet. "Really?"

Jim shuddered, he really hated Richmond.

Jen smiled. "Yeah, he has been talking for weeks about how he is fascinated by the Goth scene."

Richmond walked over to where they were all huddled. "It is not often we get such interest in our culture." He patted Jim on the head. "We are going to have to talk about your choice of clothing."

"We wanted to get our hands on the prototype of a new laptop. The alarm went off, the police came. Moss didn't run fast enough. Now please get the scary Goth man away from me!"

Roy ran his hand through his hair as his face sank into a look of horror. "You let Moss go to jail!" It came out in a whisper. "Moss can't be in jail. You have to get him out!"

"Why?" asked Jim. If the stupid nerd could not take care of himself, it was not his fault.

Jen grabbed him by the shirt and lifted him to his feet with surprising strength. "You are getting my computer expert out of jail before the presentation today, or so help me god, I will lock you in a room with Douglas after I've drugged him with rohypnol!"

"I just can't believe you would do something so horrid to someone as kind as Moss," Richmond added in his gloomy monotone. "You need to go down to the station and make it right!"

"But-"

"Right now, young man!" yelled Roy pointing at the door.

Roy, Jen, and Richmond were glaring at him. Jim sighed and stood up. "I guess I could talk to the police."

Sherlock choked on his coffee when he saw who walked into the station. Lestrade had demanded him come in to give a statement on a case he helped solve for them, dull and pointless as it would be, and he was sitting in a chair waiting when he saw the strange group walk in; a tall, Goth man, a dirty Irishman in a gamer t-shirt, a red-headed woman who wore shoes that were too small for here, and Jim Moriarty looking sulky.

John who was sitting next to him noticed him choke. "What's wrong?" he asked. Sherlock was unable to speak but pointed in the direction of the crowd. John stiffened. He had not forgotten about the pool and the bomb jacket.

The red-headed woman walked up to the officer at the desk. It was Sally.

"Hello, I was wondering if you picked up a Morris Moss last night. He works in my IT Department and I am a bit worried about him. I think he was arrested due to a little misunderstanding."

Sally eyed the oddly assorted group of people before looking up the name on her computer. "Yes, we did pick up a Mr. Moss early this morning. Are you here to pay his bail?"

"How much is it?"

"Twenty pounds."

Jen blinked. "Is that all?'

Sally looked at the screen. "Yes, he had not stolen the laptop, like the arresting officer had thought, but he did have three packets of chocolate buttons in his pocket that he had not paid for and the shop keeper wanted us to arrest someone. Twenty pounds and we can release him to you right away."

"Oh," Jen looked surprised at how easily they could retrieve Moss. "Jim, could you please give me twenty pounds to bail Moss out?"

"Why should I have to bail the idiot out?" Jim was glaring again.

"Because I don't have any money on me, borrowing money from Roy is awful, Richmond's wallet scares me, and it is your bloody fault Moss is in there in the first place. Now pay up!" Jen turned to smile sweetly at Sally, who rolled her eyes.

Richmond laid a hand on Jim's shoulder. Jim shuddered. "I really think you should pay bail," Richmond said looking Jim in the eye, "it is the least you could do."

"Fine," Jim muttered before handing over the money.

Sally took it. "Just sign this form and then you can go around back and get him." She slid a form and a pen over to Jim, who grudging signed. Roy ran off in the direction that Sally had pointed.

Sherlock looked over to see the holding cell. There was a scary man who looked like he was in a motor cycle gang, and a small man with giant hair, glasses, had tied a tie around his head, and had rolled up one pant leg. He was posing like a wannabe rapper in an amateur video. Sherlock knew that this was the man they had come to release.

"Moss," Roy called running back to the cell. "Moss, are you alright?"

Moss looked at him balefully. "No, Roy, I am not alright. I spent the night in prison. The food was dreadful and I could not get a second blanket because I did not have the cigarettes to trade for it. I am a cold and hardened criminal now, Roy. Prison has changed me. This isn't like the time with those DVD's." Moss rolled up his sleeve to reveal a badly drawn angry face on his bicep. "I got ink, Roy."

Jen walked over and stared at Moss's arm, confused. "Is that drawn on in ballpoint pen?"

"No tattoo needles were available. This is prison, Jen, not a vacation spa." Moss stared at the wall as the officer opened the door. He had a terrible haircut and wore a tie with dinosaurs on it.

"You are free to go, just stop at the desk to sign a few papers," the officer said.

Moss took a deep breath and put his hands on his hips admiring the surroundings. "Ah, the smell of freedom. Jen, could I have a cigarette to celebrate?"

Jen looked worried. "You don't smoke, Moss."

"Prison has changed me, Jen. I am a harder, colder person who needs his addictions to cope with his rage at the injustice he has suffered. I need a cigarette to feel like I am really free."

Jen pulled a cigarette and a lighter out of her purse. "Okay, but Moss, you can't smoke in here. The closest designated smoking area is two miles east of here in an abandoned factory by the river. It's a really long walk."

Moss looked at the cigarette in disappointment. "Damn."

"London is no longer a town for smokers," Sherlock commented from his chair in the corner.

Jim dropped the pen in surprise. Maybe he could hide behind the plant and Sherlock would not notice he was there.

"Oh, hello," said Richmond looking over admiringly. "I love your coat. It must be wonderful to be that pale without make-up, you are very fortunate to have that complexion."

Sherlock nodded in thanks, but said nothing else. He didn't really know how to respond to that.

"Moss, I am so sorry that we did not realize you had been arrested before now," said Roy putting an around Moss, Jim threw a jealous look at him. "I got a new Korean film about zombie robots, want to come over and watch it later?"

Moss gave him a despairing look. "I am not sure I can adjust back to civilian life that easily, Roy. I have had a traumatic experience. All night an officer called Anderson quizzed us about our knowledge of Jurassic Park and football. I can now tell the difference between five different dinosaur roars, but I am not sure the roaring will ever leave me head. I hear them roaring when I try to go to sleep."

Roy patted Moss on the back. "We can replace those roars with the screams of zombie robots."

Jen looked at her watch. "Quick, we have to go; only forty-five minutes until that presentation and we haven't prepared for it because we have been busy rescuing Moss. We need to get back!"

Sally walked in. "You can go now, freak."

Richmond looked offended. "I find that very hurtful."

"Goth's are people, too!" Jen snapped.

"Let's get out of this lace of institutionalized hatred and racism," said Moss charging towards the door. "See you later you doodling poodles!" He ran before anyone could respond. The others quickly followed.

Jim had not moved and was still hiding behind a fake plant when Jen came back in. "The threat of rohypnol and Douglas still stands, get back to work!" Jen shot a glare at Sally before leaving again, with Jim sheepishly at her heels.

Sherlock suppressed a grin. Coming down to the station had been worth it just to get a glimpse of the people Moriaty had to work with.