"SEBASTIAN!" ... the screeches rang through their shared central London flat all morning until Sebastian finally gave up and emerged from his hiding place (under the stairs) to face his crazed husband. "Seb! There you are. Did you forget what today is?" Sebastian had not forgotten. How could he? Today was their anniversary. Yes. The anniversary of the marriage of the two most dangerous men in Britain. Possibly the world. "No Jim I didn't forget, I just wish you'd stop with all this romantic stuff. I don't think it's us."

"But Sebastiaaan, it's fun to get presents isn't it? I got you something, don't you want it? "

Sebastian hated buying things for Jim. What did you get for the man who had everything? But this year, seeing Jim's enthusiasm, he had gone and picked out a green tie. Westwood, for his favourite suit and he couldn't wait to give it to him to see how it would look with his eyes and to see his face when he got it. Jim so loved presents. And Sebastian was curious as to what Jim would get him.

"Fine James, we'll do presents when I get back, okay?"

"Fiiiiine Sebastiaaaaan. I'll wait to open the tie you got me. I love it by the way." Sebastian sighed deeply: of course he'd know he was James fucking Moriarty. He swung out of the flat and was soon taking another life with the twitch of his finger. The sniper thought about Jim as he was packing away his rifle quickly and flying down the stairs of the building. If he knew what his present was then why was he so impatient to receive it? Surely it wasn't because he wanted to give presents; no that couldn't be it. Sebastian wasn't so interesting to watch.

Contrary to Sebastian's thoughts, Jim did want to give Seb his present and to see his face when he got it. So when the sniper finally got behind the front door Jim jumped him, screaming: "PRESENTS PRESENTS PRESENTS!" Ah the consulting 5 year old appears again. Such fun.

"Okay, Okay. James, we'll do them now."

"Okay. Me first!" Jim jumped from foot to foot while Seb collected the present and handed it to him. He watched Jim pull the box apart and discard it while he stared at his husband and the green adornment. Sebastian fidgeted and wondered whether Jim liked it. He could never be sure; the man was just so changeable. Looking up at his lover Jim's face burst into a grin and eyes brimming he flung his arms dramatically around Sebastian's neck and whispered "Seb, I love it. Thank you." Pulling away, Jim turned and retrieved a squishy package. Pushing it into Seb's hands he looked hopeful and something else Seb couldn't quite catch before Jim pushed it away. Seb tore away the James bond wrapping paper to see something maroon. Okay. He held the thing up at arms length; it appeared to be a cardigan. Did Jim think he was getting old? Time for a pipe and slippers perhaps? Instead he looked Jim in the eyes and wrapped his arms around him. "I love it. Thanks Jim."

"Wear it tonight then?"

"Wait, what's tonight?

"WE are going out. To that Taiwanese place you love. I've booked a table. No arguments." Sebastian smiled secretly as Jim flounced off for a shower and to discover that his new tie perfectly matched the green trim on his favourite Westwood. The one without the bloodstained shirt. How he loved that idiot, but why did he get a cardigan? That was weird, even for Jim. He shrugged it off and set about choosing a suitable outfit that would go with his cardigan. An hour later Jim and Seb stepped out and hailed a cab to their favourite restaurant. Little did Seb know, this would be a longer night than he'd anticipated.