Chapter 3

Sebastian spent hours calling and texting Jim's phone, but nothing. Finally, Moran had enough; he threw the phone against the wall.

Moran thought, Okay, maybe my timing was off. Jim, Please come home!

Seb decided there was only one thing to do: He had to go look for Jim. The problem was he didn't even know where to start looking.

He had another idea, and he was not all too happy about this one: He could go to Sherlock Holmes for help. Although he didn't really like the guy that much, he could pay the man to find Sebastian if necessary.

Sebastian paced around the flat so much he swore he would make a hole in the floor. He took a coin out of his pocket. Heads I go to that jerk, Holmes. Tails I go look for him myself. Sebastian tossed the coin in the air. It fell to the floor, and landed on heads.

"Well, looks like I am going to see the jerk," said Sebastian.

He grabbed his gun and his car keys. He went over to Jim's safe. If this will get the jerk to look for him, it's worth it.

Once in the car, Seb stepped on the gas. He caused a traffic jam on the way, and ran several red lights, but he didn't care.

He arrived at Baker Street and slowed down. Sebastian grabbed his gun, just in case he would need to defend himself. He figured one of the two would charge at him. He knocked on the front door. An old woman answered.

"Can I help you?" She asked.

"I wanna talk to Holmes," Sebastian said.

"Oh, well, okay, come on in."

Sebastian followed her in and up the stairs. The door was already open.

"Sherlock, there is someone here to see you," she said.

"Thank you, Mrs. Hudson," Sherlock said.

Sebastian walked into the room. He remembered Jim telling him how sloppy the jerk was, but this was ridiculous. Sebastian discovered not only Sherlock and John were present. Molly Hooper was there, too. Sebastian had been jealous of her, too, but not like he had been with Sherlock.

"So, I take it you already know who I am," said Sebastian.

"Yes, you are Sebastian Moran. You are James Moriarty's right hand man," said Sherlock.

"Yes, I am," said Seb, "but Jim knows nothing about this visit. I came here on my own to ask you for your help."

"Seriously, you want our help?" John asked.

"No, John. He wants my help," said Sherlock.

"Yes. Jim and I got into a fight and he ran away, and he's not returning my calls. I think he might be in trouble," said Sebastian.

"Why should we help you? Have you forgotten your boss made Sherlock jump off a building and almost blew me up?" John asked.

"Look, I know what Jim did, but you two are both still standing, aren't you? I can pay you if that's what it takes."

"How much have you got?" Sherlock inquired.

Seb reached into his coat pocket, and pulled out the cash he'd taken from Jim's safe.

"It's four thousand pounds. I took it from Jim's safe. You can have it if you can help me."

"Keep your money, but I will take your case because it interests me," Sherlock told him.

"What? Sherlock, are you out of your mind?" John yelled.

Moly didn't say anything, but she did look concerned.

"No, John. I know what I am doing."

Molly spoke up, "Well, I don't really think much of Jim, but he did give me three dates, so I'm willing to help."

"Okay, since we all agree, let's get started," said Sherlock.

"I'm on my own here," John sighed.

"Looks like it," Sherlock said, and he grabbed his coat. He turned to John before leaving, "Are you in or not?"

John sighed again, "Okay, fine. I'm in."

Sherlock and Moriarty walked out. Moran followed them. John stopped Moran before he stepped out.

"If anything happens to Sherlock or Molly, I will kill Moriarty. Got that? " John told Moran.

Moran stood there, still, for a few seconds, "Relax. As long as your friend can help me find

my boss, nothing will happen," said Sebastian.

"Good. See that it doesn't."

Moran and John walked outside.

"Come on, we can take my car," said Sebastian.

Sherlock sat shotgun; Molly and John took the back seat.

"You guys might wanna put on seat belts," Sebastian said.

The card sped off down the road.

"Are you nuts? You'll get us a ticket this way," said John.

"I think I'm going to be carsick," said Molly.

Sebastian handed her a bag, "Here."

Sherlock, on the other hand, was having a good time. He was encouraging Seb to go faster.