Richard in the Jim chap 3
It makes me a little sad that not everyone is reviewing. I mean- I probably won't stop because of it (at least not right now because I spent the time to try and plan this out) but I really want to hear what people have to say. Also I updated chapter 2. So please, please, please- If you read could you at least write 'it was good' 'it was bad' 'want more', anything! Anyway here we go- Enjoy-
Molly was not having a good day. In fact she thought it was pretty fair to say her day had been pretty crappy. She'd woken up late, hadn't had time for breakfast, forgotten to charge her cell, and had to work through lunch autopsying a mother and child who'd died in a car crash. Molly was definitely very ready to go home, snuggle up on her worn couch with Toby watching TV and eating some reheated pasta.
She started the end of day clean up in an almost daze. She carefully avoided her reflection in all the reflective surfaces but allowed her hands to soak in the calming cold of the metals as she finished up. Molly hung her coat up for the night looking over the room one more time. Mentally she tried to prepare herself to deal with the living again. At times- that seemed so difficult. The dead were just so much easier to be with sometimes.
"Good night." She said aloud to the departed who would sleep in her morgue tonight, before switching off the lights and heading out.
She was almost out of the building when- "Molly!" She stopped and turned to see Jim stepping out of the elevator. He was dresses in pair of black jeans and a tight fitting gray v-neck t-shirt with his ID lanyard swaying around his neck. "Jim! Hi! How are you?" he grinned, walking up to her at her "Busy, busy, busy. How about you? Heading home?" She wondered if he knew just how much it meant to her to have someone ask. To have someone curious about her day. Someone wanting to talk to her- not at her (Do this Molly, Need that Molly, Molly I need a favor, Mo-lly!)
She must be more tired than she had thought- she wasn't normally this-morose.
"Long day?" She blinked at him, mildly shocked by the concern on him face. Jim was such a nice guy.
"Yeah actually. I'm a little worn out. I had to autopsy a child today and that's never easy- no matter how many time's I've done it. Sometimes it just makes me want to quit-not-not that I'd ever do that! I love my job, but well-you know. It just- I wears on me sometimes I guess. Makes me just want to take off and leave or ….something…Oh just-never mind! Forget I said any of that!"
That hadn't come out at all like she had wanted it to. She really needed to think before she spoke- Molly didn't like blabbering (sounding like an idiot) in front of her new friend. But when she glanced up at his face she found it strangely blank. His eyes were suddenly deep and void- almost like there was some creature inside Jim staring out from behind his eyes…..Molly decided she officially needed sleep. Still, maybe since the first time she had meet him, he looked serious. His eyes seemed to bore into her. "We all have our own choices to make in life Molly. Sometimes it's down paths we had never considered we would take. Sometimes it's paths that others don't approve of." He blinked and suddenly the harshness in him subsided. He looked softer. He tilted his head away and rubbed the back of his neck "sorry! Wow –don't know where that came from. I guess it's been a long night for me too!"
"Don't- don't worry about it! I know what you were trying to get at-I-I think."
She was pretty sure he was trying to say something along the lines of- do what make you happy Molly. It was so nice, so wonderful, to have someone say such a thing to her. She really did like Jim. To have Jim there to try and get such a message across to her warmed her heart. Made her crappy day at least three times better.
He was watching her with a look she couldn't quite place. He looked almost curious or confused. He smiled at her, but that look didn't leave his eyes.
Before she could ask if he was okay he rubbed his hands together and asked "So I was wondering if you would like to change numbers? In case we ever wanted to- well get together or something." Molly couldn't fight the blush that crept up her cheeks. "Oh! Sure Jim! That a good idea. Wait a moment –oh shoot I totally forgot- I didn't charge my phone this morning!" "If you tell me your number I could text you." "Right. Sorry. Of course."
She recited off her cell number and watched Jim add her as a contact. It was really pathetic that it excited her to be a contact on anyone's phone. He slid his phone back into his pocket as Molly clutched at her bag. "It was really nice seeing you again Jim" "You too Molly. Have a safe journey home."
Sebastian Moran knew Jim Moriarty probably better than anyone else in the world. He was used to his boss's mood swings, his violent temper and expensive tastes (not that Sebastian minded that particular trait- he himself is a man so some class). Sebastian was almost positive he was the only person in the world who knew of Jim Moriarty's intense headaches. Knew that when his boss wasn't busy enough they plagued him; making him far more volatile than usual- and that wasn't good for anyone. Often the result was a war, a terrorist attack (anything that ended in a lot of bodies)
From what Sebastian had deduced, they weren't any ordinary type of headache- they wouldn't be if they there plaguing the great JIM MORIARTY. It was like his brain, with nothing to focus on, over absorbed information. It looked fucking painful. As a result his boss threw himself at anything that would keep his mind active.
But that wasn't all there was to Jim. His boss was far more complex. He was charming, egotistical and, at time, even funny. All this on top of possessing intelligence beyond the level of genius, of course.
In short- Jim Moriarty could one hell of a pain in the ass. Sebastian Moran didn't give a fuck. Because if anything could be said of Moran beyond his super keen sniping abilities, it was that he was a loyal man. So Sebastian would always side with Jim Moriarty; even when Jim was cruel, ruthless, and destructive- none of that mattered (and Jim knew it). By now Sebastian had guessed Jim Moriarty wasn't his real name, or at least, not the name he was born with. But for all Sebastian cared Jim could turn out to be fucking alien (okay, maybe Sebastian wasn't so good at creative metaphors) and he wouldn't care. He doesn't even care about the substantial amount of money Jim pays him (although he would never tell Jim that). Sebastian had his own reasons for siding with Jim- all of which if Jim cared to think about it, would be obvious, but his boss had a habit of missing things in the more emotional realm.
In the end there are very few things Sebastian cared about; his guns, and keeping Jim Moriarty relatively happy (manageable). So when Sebastian came 'home' to a busy Jim (therefore a somewhat happy Jim)- Sebastian is content.
Jim was sitting at his ridiculously oversized desk- He had changed into one of his also ridiculously over priced suits; his expensive tie loosened and his feet in lime green socks that clashed horribly with the rest of his outfit. Sebastian wasn't even ganna ask. Jim was bent over huge scattered collections of papers, scribbling hurriedly and talking on the phone at the same time.
He closed the door of the office to hear Jim snap into the phone "I don't have two weeks and if I don't have two weeks you certainly don't have two weeks. Get it done!" He stood calmly watching his boss tuck his phone into his pant pocket, stand up and pace twice, sweep all the papers to off his desk in a rage, then grab a new paper only to sit down and start scribbling again.
"Where have you been?" Sebastian isn't surprised Jim doesn't stop his scribbling or that he now sounds totally calm. His bosses mind is far more then capable then just simple multitasking and Sebastian is far too used to the behaviors to care.
"Pretending to be you." His boss made a sound of vague acknowledgment. "And?" He still sounded calm, so Sebastian could guess his day had gone better then expected. "Nothing you'd be interested in. Basic low level rebels looking for support." Jim didn't bother to ask any more then that- it wasn't interesting enough for him.
Sebastian walked around to the corner of the room, sinking into one of the stuffed winged arm chairs. One of Sebastian's many jobs was attending to perspective and sometimes current clients. Jim had a criminal syndicate to run after all- he couldn't be bothered to talk to everyone (especially normal- boring crime clients). Moran didn't mind filling in as Moriarty- it kept him busy (and kept Jim's face more of a secret)
He watched Jim in silence for minuets, listening to his bosses mutterings- "boom, boom, boom" "can you guess? It's a game of Rumpelstiltskin. Don't be boring." "You surprised me- well done. Maybe I'll play nicer now…maybe not." Suddenly his boss stopped and looked up at him placing his hands together- reading Sebastian's eyes.
"You're in a good mood." (why?) Jim smiled at the question, tilting his head to the right but didn't answer. Sebastian leaned forward holding out a folded piece of paper between two fingers. "Potential client. This one I think you'll like- they call her The Woman. She's been trying to get in touch with you" Jim stood up from the desk and picked the paper from his fingers. Jim unfolded the paper, read it once (no doubt instantly memorizing it), then began twisting it. "Well, let's see if this viper is more fun than the mouse I've found"
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