For several months Sebastian has been living by himself on his apartment Jim hasn't shown up because he was too entertained with his so called "new toy". Sherlock Holmes was the biggest cock blocker Sebastian had ever seem.
"I should stop thinking of that, otherwise I'll just kill the bastard and Jim will hate me forever, I shall go for a walk by the Tames, it MUST clear my ideas"
Jim never gave him any address or phone number or e- mail or anything and somehow knew Sebastian's contacts, all of them, apparently by heart.
Moran goes downs stair, look at the cloudy sky of London and wishes it rains, he loves when working when it rains, makes everything harder and yet funnier. He runs, like his life depends on this run, sprints through some of the small streets on his neighborhood.
"Last run I got to Tames in 15 minutes, bet myself I can make it in 10 this time"
9 minutes and a half after he could see London's Eye. He runs even faster, his muscles, used to be pushed to their limits, ask for more force.
"Come on I can do it 30 seconds, beat my own record"
So he did, 30 seconds he got to London's Eye, by the Tames.
"Sometime I'm going to shoot from the top of this Ferris wheel, right between the detective's eyes, he will die in from of his dearest doctor"
This image makes him smile.
"Wish Jim was here, we could just imagine the best way of making doctor feel the most horrible pain in the world"
He spits when he thinks of Doctor Watson. Sits in a bench and imagine the most impossible places to shoot.
"I can do it there, also there and here, I just need a target, a moving target, on a rainy afternoon"
It started to get dark, he's not afraid of darkness, but Jim is used to appear by the beginning of the night.
J: "It gives the date a romantic and uncertain characteristic"
"Hope is my last companion"
He gets home, but his door was forced to open, it was half closed, the lights of the hall were on, he took his magnum, he always go for his runs with his magnum. Pushes the door and he sees something surreal.
"GET SHERLOCK" and steps marks through his hall and apparently his living room also. He follows them, they're heading to the bedroom. By the middle of the way another sign.
"OR GET ME. JM"
"Shit he got Mr Detective pants way of writing… JIM IS IN MY BEDROOM!"
He walks faster, the bedroom is not far , there's a aim on the door, he places magnum by the entrance of the room, Jim's rules.
J:"No guns on the bedroom, not healthy"
There is his most wanted, sitting on the bed, dressed as a king.
"If his ego was bigger it wouldn't enter my apartment."
J:"Why took you so long. Your walks normally doesn't last even for a hour normally and today you spent almost the whole afternoon by the Tames…"
S:"I was suffering deep inside. You only have eyes for your Mr Detective Pants. Your sniper is not worth anything nowadays"
J:"Oh poor thing, six months with my absence and apparently you became a mashed potato… You looked harder on the past, maybe I should find someone else to do your job".
S:" Go for it. Nobody is as good as me. I'm unique."
J: "You know why I was far away all these months, because hungry is the best spice…"
Jim was on his feet, turning around Sebastian. Pushed the sniper to the bed.
…
Jim was still asleep. It was three on the morning, Sebastian was tired, his body was aching.
"I can do a 6 kilometer run in 10 minutes. Jim gets me tired in a couple of hours"
He gets a pair of trousers to put on. Goes to the window, where he keeps his telescope but not pointed to the sky, pointed to the nearest square.
"Three o'clock in the morning, no moon light yet there are people on the square having fun. Maybe I should ask him for a shot on the Detective, maybe he agrees"
He sits on the couch knowing that he will fall asleep and Jim will go away before he wakes up.
"I'll probably have to wait for the next date another 6 months"
He's tired, falls asleep faster than ever.