'Where are you?! – SM'
Sebastian pushed the 'send' button and shoved the phone in his pocket angrily. He didn't know how long ago Jim had gone to 'play' with Holmes, but it was too damn long. This was the fourth text he'd sent with no reply to any of them.
He took out his lighter and a cigarette, clamping the latter between his lips. It took a few times to get the cigarette lit on account of how much his hands were shaking. Sebastian took a long drag and exhaled the cloud of smoke slowly, turning the lighter in his hand. He stood smoking quietly for the grand total of ten seconds before reaching for his phone again.
Still nothing.
Sebastian opened the last text he's received from Jim and read it again for the fiftieth time:
'Daddy's going out to play. I'll be back in time for tea. – JM'
He turned away from the railing on the balcony to look back into the flat. The two cups of tea he'd made were left on the kitchen table, stone cold.
"Dammit, Jim…" he growled through gritted teeth as he dialled the number into his phone. He stood, chewing on the end of his cigarette, and counted the rings.
"Hello." Said Jim's voice on the other end.
"Jim, thank God, where-"
"Finally had some sense to call me? Too late, I'm afraid, Seb."
Voice mail. Sebastian paled as the message continued to play.
"By the time you hear this, I will be dead. Ooh, that was a bit cliché, wasn't it? Oh, well. Don't be too upset, Seb, it's just part of the game. And we won. Sherlock's dead too, or at least he will be by now… Don't wait up, Sebby. "
Silence.
Sebastian's grip slackened and the phone hit the floor. Jim's message began to play again.
"Hello. Finally had some sense to call me?"
The cigarette followed the phone to the floor, ashes spilling over the laminate.
"Too late, I'm afraid, Seb. By the time you hear this, I will be dead."
Sebastian moved from the balcony into the kitchen, putting a hand on the table to steady himself.
"Ooh, that was a bit cliché, wasn't it? Oh well."
The table wasn't enough to keep him standing, he sat down heavily.
"Don't be too upset, Seb, it's just part of the game. And we won."
Sebastian couldn't stop the tear rolling down his cheek.
"Sherlock's dead too, or at least he will be by now."
He couldn't stand it. Angrily, he wiped the tear away with a fist and fled from the flat.
"Don't wait up, Sebby."