Day 4; On a date
Sebastian and Jim had always gone on casual dates. But there was a big difference between the types. There was Jim's type and there was Sebastian's type.
Sometimes Jim needed a light distraction; Seb would drag him to a pub or a simple pizzeria. Something he could afford. Jim strongly disliked those dates but he'd act like he loved it. And Seb enjoyed that. The fact that Jim would put up a show for him and not for Sherlock. The criminal had found it suspicious that Sebastian had taken him to a lot of dates during the period where he was playing a game with Sherlock Holmes.
Whenever Jim would take Seb out on a date, they would end up in a fancy restaurant. Jim never bothered to book. In his world, table reservations were things that happened to other people. The Ritz, Hilton, you name it and he would get you there. The routine before they had a date was simple and clear. Sebastian would come home from a job, - their home, Jim's home; Whatever. Seb was Jim's live-in, that was clear - have a drink and go for a shower. He'd simply find a note with one word; 'Dress'. Then he'd finally bother to check his phone. If there was a note, there was a text. That text contained two numbers. The two numbers formed a time such as 22. He needed to be where Jim wanted him at ten o'clock. The fact that those texts in particular held numbers instead of words was because of Sebastian's past in the army. Seb was grateful that the criminal paid attention to those minor details and kept them in place. The sniper thought it was very considerate. So Sebastian would read the text, undress and walk into the bathroom where Seb's - usually new and from some expensive brand- suit of Jim's choice would hang, ready to be worn by the second most dangerous man in London. He'd slip a hand in the pocket, pull out another note and smile; He knew where to go.
But for a certain reason, they'd always end up in eachothers arms, never mind the conditions and how bad or great the date had been.
The sniper and the consulting criminal.