Ever since then, Moriarty had been sending gifts every day, always trying to impress Sabina. Things such as stuffed animals, flowers, assorted candies, even jewelry. Most of which would get passed on to Mrs. Hudson and our friends at the Scotland Yard, even Anderson and the new intern Ana. However, Sherlock and I caught her holding onto the jewelry he would send.
"It- it's not like I'm keeping them out of sentiment! I just don't think I could socially give them to Lestrade or Anderson! Mrs. Hudson refused to take them and I sure don't like Sally enough to hand them over to her." She huffed and placed her long, thin, wooded jewelry box back underneath her mattress when we asked her about it. "Besides, it's economically illogical for me to simply throw them out, so I'm keeping them until I figure out what to do with them."
Sabina would get increasingly furious with every gift sent her way. And poor Sebastian would get the brunt of it.
"What does he not understand about NO?!" Sherlock, Lestrade and I walked out of the Scotland Yard one morning to find her screaming at the ever stoic blonde.
"I can't stand him! I turn him down at every corner, yet he keeps sending me heaps of dinner invitations and cheap gift to try and win my affections?! AS IF HE EVER COULD!" She threw the latest bouquet of flowers skillfully into Lestrade's hands.
"And you! Why you?! Why can't he come get turned down in person?! That probably ticks me off the most!" Sabina spat and lightly started beating up the taller blonde's arm. "The coward! Come ask me yourself!"
Sabina stood back and swelled out her cheeks and placed her hands on her hips. "You got the message?"
Sebastian nodded solemnly, and got up from leaning against his black car. And I was sure that I saw a glimmer of a smirk on his usually blank face as he got into the car and drove off.
But no matter how many times Sabina would yell and scream for Sebastian to get Moriarty himself to ask her, the man would never show up. And after a while, Sabina started looking forward to seeing the friend she had made in the sniper, but was still persistent that if Moriarty wanted a chance for her to say yes that he would have to ask for himself.
"You know, if Jim doesn't ask me for himself soon, I'll just go out with you Sebby." The girl stated once, making the man to choke on the coffee he was drinking and stutter, which in turn caused the girl to laugh and stick her tongue out. "Tell him that for me."
And sure enough, her threat worked. Instead of seeing the familiar blonde, we found Moriarty waiting for us.
"So this is what it takes to see the master criminal?" Sabina grinned, teasing the poor man. "A rival for love?"
"I just thought it was about time to heed your requests and ask you myself." Moriarty countered. "So, will you go to dinner with me?"
"Girls don't like being asked." She folded her arms and smirked.
"I'm going to dinner. Join me?" Moriarty offered after a pause.
"That's still a question."
"I am going to dinner tomorrow night at Donatello's Bistro at eight. You can come if you'd like." He stated, with a hopeful look.
Sabina nodded. "If I feel like it, I may just join you."
Moriarty grinned and started to get into his car. As Sebastian drove off with Moriarty in the back, the later man received a text, and grinned after reading it.
Just don't be mad at Sebby for what I said. I was teasing the two of you. ;) –SW
All the while this happened, Sherlock and I were freaking out. We didn't want our daughter to have dinner with a psycho who has kidnapped and killed and many other unpleasant things to us and our friends. But no matter how much we argued and threatened, she was set on eating dinner with Moriarty.
