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Hi :)) This will be some drabbles about Seb and Jim. I'm thinking about like 50 more stories. Seb as Neil Jackson, Jim as Andrew Scott XD
Some will be M or T rated, and some else will be K+ or so.
I hope you enjoy this! And I really need some ideas for the other stories :) So please feel free to review or PM me!

1. Done

Sebastian cursed as one of the uniformed officers roughly pushed him through the isle. He could name more than 5 ways to kill this officer within 30 seconds.
Well of coure it wasn't an option when his hands were cuffed behind him. Feeling the metal tightly secured on his wrists Seb let out a frustrated sigh. After few more pushes around the corner he was let alone in an deserted cell.

Seb noticed that they moved the other suspects to a nother cell. It was a pretty good thing they did. If there was someone else in the cell, he could've beat the others -probably- to death. He was pissed.

Clenching his fists Sebastian recalled a event which happend a few hours ago.

He was on a job that Jim asked him to take care of it swiftly. As always Seb finished his work in a few minutes. Splatterless for his -Jim bought it for him- suit and clueless for the Yard lads. He had to admit. He was a bit surprised to see the curly haired detective and his little doctor on his way out. It wasn't a big deal with the two of them. Sherlock Bloody Holmes went out lashing to him which explained the chapped lips and bruised cheek. Though Seb was sure the other two men was not a bit better than him. Anyway, it did become a pretty big deal when he heard sirens of the Yard's. Seb swiftly took out his ear plugs and smashed it with his boot heels. Cutting his line with Jim, even though the line was dead for 20 minutes.

Then he started to run, up and down the building chased and chasing. But eventually got hurled to the floor by the grey haired Inspector at the 3 floor. The old man had some kicks for his age.

That's why he was here now. Right in this bloody cell with no cigaretts, no jazz musics or Jim as well.

Sebasitan ground his teeth and let his body slouch on the bed - iron post, not suprising at all-. He closed his eyes.

Jim should've found out of this 'event' by now.

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"Where do you think you're going Seb?"

Jim was sitting in his balck leathered couch. Massaging his head for the lack of concentration. He -actually both of them- were informed that one of his hench men -pretty handy one- wad arrested by the police.

"Of course, as you noticed, getting Fink out of the Yard."
"No, you won't Seb. He's done."
"What?"
"I told you. He's done. If you're going there to kill him rather than rescuing him like a princess, do it some night else. There'll be Yard's men every where to night."
"We're..not going to get him?"
"Yes! Stop making me say it twice."

Seb fell silent at his words. Starting to wonder.

"It's his bad luck that he got caught by those stupid meats. And it's safer to not to show any blod connection to Fink."
"If he is there wouldn't he be giving away our connection even more?"
"That's why we're, well you're going to kill him as soon as possible. He got tagged by Sherlock and he's out of the game now."

Shrugging out of his coat Sebatian sat in front of Jim, his wonders big enough to ask.

"Jim?"
"What"
"If I was fink will it happen to me too?"
"Probably. Are you intening to get caught?"
"No. Just... out of curiosity."
"It wolud be a shame if it happend. Anyway, no worries Sebbie."
"Hmm?"
"You're not Fink."

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Seb huffed out a laughter. He should've asked more toughfuly.

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For the next few days,5 days, Seb could memorize the numbers of steps to the interrogation room from his cell. 89 steps. If you count the concrete door sills it would be 93 of them. It was really starting to bore him actually. And angry as well. Why couldn't they just ask him questions in his cell? Or just keep him at the interrogation room? He was tired of the cuffs, the firm grabs on his arms, and Sherlock Bloddy Holme who showed up every questioning.

Although Sebastian had said nothing, he only cocked his head to guestions. His cheeky nature falring up.

Before he was sent to his cell, one of the officers told him to get shaved, showered and get a suit for tommorow.
He said Sebastian was going to the court tommorow.

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When Sebastian got to the breakfast stwern table Jim let out a noticing grunt. He didn't look up to Seb, just digging his head into the large newspaper. Seb bit down the toast, and after that he took a spoonful of apple jam in his mouth. God. He didn't need a heaven. It was inside his mouth.

"Anything intresting?"
"Well, Tyler Fink committed a suicide in his cell last night."

Jim and Seb's eyes met. Both of them holding a knowing smirk. Jim's smirk fell as he saw Seb holding the jam spoon.

"Hey! I told you to stop eating like that! It's disgusting."
"Whatever. I think I deserve a little bit of happines this morning. He struggled a lot Jim."
"Just don't dip it a..I said don't dip it again! God Sebbie!"

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It took about 20 minutes to get to the court. When he got out of the van, he saw some reporters but most of them were blocked from the officers.

The court was slow and boring. He had answered some few 'yes's and he was sentenced to life imprisonment.

No wonder Jim hated Rainman.

His thoughts trailed from Jims red lips and small but sturdy collar bones. By the time Seb had just reached Jim's hip bone, he heard the three bangs to the wodden desk or whatever it was called. Sebastian sent a glimpse to the crowd who had sat behind him through out the court. Some what of a small hope and expectations was inside him. But he never saw a familier face, nor the crazy ridden eyes, nor the Westwood fall edition.

Sebastian laughed at himselfe while walking his way out. Realizing he had forgotten something.

He was done.

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A familiar bar doored car was waiting for him to get him. Silentley getting into the van, Seb didn't try to look around. Now knowing he would see nothing.
Two officers got into the driver's seat and another one sat near Seb, at the end of the van.

The car roared to life.

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He trained the focuser of the sniper gun to the army doctor's chest. Warning Sherlock to not to shoot the bomb. Seb knew it wouldn't be as much as powerful that blew up the blind lady. But in that distance it would be crucial. As soon as he noticed Sherlock Bloody Holmes was not kiddling, he ran to the lower ground of the pool like a devil was behind him. The bomb didn't wait for Seb, though. It made the walls shake momentarily. Sebastian didn't care about the crumbling walls of the pool. He needed to find Jim. His fucking genius and a mad dumbass who hurls himslef to a game.

When he saw a lump lay only a few inches away from the concrete remains Seb almost cried. With fear and hope at the same time. He couldn't check for a pulse or a breath. Fear just flooded him.

After a few seconds, Jim coughed out the durt in his mouth and sqirmed. Sebastian kissed him then. No compassion or patience. It was a comfort. Seb needed it.
He needed to feel the warmth. Alive, Hot, Moving.

Which he would never feel again.

Twitching his lip up, Sebastian tried to smile but it didn't work. His mood broke up when he felt a suddne halt to the car. And the man to his left was pulled out of the car, the driver's seats was also empty now.

Then he saw the man. Clad in his Westwood. Jim didn't give him time to talk. Sebastian closed his eyes shut as he felt the warmth on his lips. Alive, Hot, Moving.
A splash of toxic and sweet colonge and strawberry falvored toothpaste's scent hit him. A soothing finger ran through his thick blond hair.

Two men finally pulled apart an inch in the back of the van. Needing to breath.

"Missed me Seb?"
"I thought I was done?"

Jim rolled his eyes to Seb.

"I told you. You're not Fink. You're Seb. My Seb."
"What took you so long then? "
"I wanted to prove a theory. And it seems it just prove it."
"Like?"

Seb could only laugh at Jim's soft wisper.

"I knew you would look sexier in those cuffs."
"I would like a exact number Professor."
"We'll see about that."

The van once again started move as Jim's hench man drove. Jim told the man in a smug voice as he closed the little window to the driver's seat.

"Don't you dare look back Arton. Or I'll kill you."
"I won't even if you tell me to do it, sir."
"Good."

Seb and Jim gave themselves a another smile as their lips brushed together again.

More compassionet this time.

A/N= OKAY OKAY I KNOW it was really a McCrappty Crapp piece of words:pppppp I hope you alll got the main stream of the story/

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