Seb could feel Jim's gaze penetrating the back of his head. He was making tea and breakfast for their prisoners, but since he was terrible at cooking all three of them were getting peanut butter and jam sandwiches. He self-consciously scratched the back of his head and then turned around with the three plates. Moriarty was standing across the kitchen, but he was still staring at Seb like he had predicted. Seb avoided his gaze, instead focusing on the three plates in his hands and walking over towards the hall.
"Seb?" Moriarty called, Seb paused and turned, huffing in response. "Bring the Detective Inspector to the entertainment lounge when you're done."
Seb nodded and proceeded to bring the sandwiches to the girls and Lestrade. He gave the girls theirs first, and then put the other on the bedside table. Lestrade gazed up at Moran lazily, large black circles under his eyes. Seb first pulled out his gun, showing it to the man tied before him.
"Try anything, the girls get it first." He said calmly and coldly, calculating Lestrade's response. Lestrade blinked slowly and then nodded his head once. Seb quickly and efficiently untied the man, who sat up slowly and rubbed his wrists. Seb handed him the plate and then took his place standing next to the nightstand and just watched all three of them eat.
Lestrade finished first, he must have been starving after not eating for a few days in the time it took to get him in the house and this was his first meal. As soon as Seb noticed, he motioned for Lestrade to stand. He hesitantly does so, and Seb motions towards the door. They advance slowly, the girls watching them the whole way. Seb opened the door and pushed Lestrade threw the hallway, locking the door behind him.
"So what's this about?"
"Keep your hands up." demanded Seb, the detective complied hesitantly. After a few more seconds of walking they came to a stop in front of the only metal door in the flat. The door was built specifically for the purpose of no one escaping. It was solid steel, and all of the walls surrounding this solitary room were impermeable to almost anything. You could stand outside the front door, your ear pressed against it for days on end as a man screamed his head off as he bled to death, and you would never hear a peep.
The door opened quickly, and before the pair lay Seb's and Moriarty's personal little interrogation room. Chains lay oh the ground and on the walls, one chair stood in the middle of the room over a large drain leading into darkness, and beyond that there was nothing. It was kept extremely clean, but beyond the smell of bleach and cleaning products, there was a faint smell of blood. The Detective Inspector stopped, but with a shove from Sebastian he stumbled into the room.
"Have a seat, Detective Inspector." said Jim in his high voice used when he wanted to tease his prey. He stepped out from behind Seb and bolted the door. "Seb, chain him."