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Chapter 11:
The old adage, be careful what you wish for, proved to be correct Sebastian got what he wanted no cases but it came with a catch. A few days after the Tong case was utter silence absolutely nothing it was unnerving and Sebastian caught himself looking at the camera feed more than once a day just to make sure Sherlock and John were in the flat. It was not always common practice for silence to reign after a case and never more than a week. Sebastian figured it was his interference that left the two to make heads and arses of what just happened. Seven days turned into nine when noise burst out like it had never stopped in the first place making Sebastian jump. Jim being home for once giggled from the kitchen table where he was on his laptop planning a way to make contact with Molly. Sebastian glared at the back of Jim's head. "It's not that funny, PTSD remember"
"Oh please Bassie you and John just agreed with the quick analysis from a lazy therapist… well you would have had it for real if John had died." Jim turned around in the chair to look at Sebastian.
"Yeah well I will go round the bend if I think he's dead one more time, what, are they fighting about? "Sebastian asked because Jim was closer the Bedroom.
"Hmm…" Jim listened for a bit "John is going to see his estranged parents in Leeds. And Sherlock doesn't want him to go."
"Am I going to follow him there?" Sebastian was worried he wasn't the best at tailing someone when they didn't have a schedule; the tong case that Sherlock and John took showed him that.
"No, John will be fine. You my friend are going to make contact with molly and you will introduce me, it will open a line of contact."
Sebastian frowned he didn't know how he could manage it he was a pretty awkward guy around normal people. "When, and where?"
"You'll be fine you just have to look for me tomorrow I will be doing a day shift find her and 'accidentally' bump into her ask for direction make small talk about getting lunch with me and then it's over."
"Okay so that's easy I am your buddy friend guy and we planned lunch to catch up." Though it still made Sebastian uneasy because he knew Molly, well not really but he followed her enough times to know a lot about her. He didn't want to screw this up because he let something slip. Sebastian's face contorted into a grimace, he was decidedly not a people person.
"Bassie, don't be like that just tell her your fresh out of the Army, and I am an old friend that you want to contact again." Jim grabbed Sebastian's wrist "you practically know her already, talk about cats for all I care just make sure we meet, hmm maybe wear your eye patch."
"I would rather not come off more menacing then I already probably do" Sebastian gave up the thought of privacy and was always waiting for Jim to bring up another item of Sebastian's that amused him.
"Why… oh Bassie has a crush, Sebastian and Molly sittin in a tree." Jim sing songed while Sebastian blushed a brilliant shade of red. "Don't worry Bassie I know, it's why you are doing the introduction, so you can pick up the pieces of poor sweet molly's heart." Jim assessed his tiger. "I think she is a good choice for you Bassie, you will need someone like her." Jim's eyes softened for a moment before turning gleeful again. "Well if you're saying no to the eye patch" Sebastian growled. "Alright I will stop teasing why do you have it anyway?" Jim said pulling the object out of his pocket.
"Well, I injured my left eye and I got a special eye patch after that because when I had to camp out after a while my left eye gave me problems distracting my focus. I found putting slight pressure on it helped"
"Special, what's so special about it?" Jim said examining the plain looking cloth
"Put it on" Sebastian said turning to look out the window.
"Fine" Jim huffed." Oh, I see "Jim giggled. Sebastian turned around and saw Jim walking around with his right eye tightly shut. "Why is it like this?" Jim looked ridiculous staring at him expectantly while closing the only visible eye.
"If I blacked out all the light it would be more distracting then the twitching. And I always shot with both eyes open; I was trained to since I could hold a gun. I would probably panic if I couldn't see out of my other eye while sho…." Sebastian was cut off by John yelling about leaving and slamming a door. Sebastian looked out the window to see John getting into the back of a black town car.
"uh-oh, Sherlock pissed off St. John now Johnny-boy will be gone for an entire week, he was only planning the weekend." Jim said at Sebastian's side making him jump. "Your pretend PTSD will be cured by the weeks end, Sherlock will be doing experiments, most likely volatile." Jim grinned and Sebastian groaned as the first sounds of bangs and glass breaking permeated the air.
"Careful what you wish for" Sebastian mumbled to himself.
"What did you wish for Bassie?"
"I stupidly wished for those two not to have a case for at least a month or two, it's only 9 days in and now another week, Sherlock won't take a case without John, well he might it just won't help his ennui."
"Ennui, Bassie you have been holding out on me, when did you start using such fancy words?"
"Since I started hanging around you, you git." Jim frowned at him for a split second before smiling.
"Well let's get out of the flat for today go out to dinner, maybe a movie, get coffee and walk through a park or along the river." Jim winked. "Hopefully by the time John gets home I will have a Girlfriend and we won't able to go on dates anymore, not for a while at least. " Jim looked hopeful.
"Yeah sure, that will be fun. I'll just change."
"No need, it's fine, everything is all fine." Jim smiled again, and Sebastian got a little suspicious but quickly put on his shoes. As soon as he was done Jim grabbed his hand and led them out the door. As they stepped out in to the Sunlight Jim's hand squeezed a little bit tighter. They spent the day holding hands and talking about their pasts. Sebastian told Jim how he was named after his uncle Fred, turns out that his father couldn't say Fred so it came out as Seb all the time and the nickname stuck. Jim told him how he met John, and how they became the others first friend. It was nice, just to swap stories of innocent things considering the hands life dealt them there seemed to be more than either expected. Sebastian felt as though something was ending that night like Jim was saying goodbye. In a way he supposed they were, Jim paid out the entire lease the week before and he would only be staying here part of the time to keep up the marriage façade but he would be staying part of the time at another one of his properties for his sham relationship with Molly. It finally sank in that their bubble finally popped and real life set in. This was the first time that Jim was personally going to be involved in a job, and it was making Sebastian nervous because he didn't know what it involved but his instincts were telling him things were going to change dramatically.
As Sebastian and Jim neared Baker Street they saw a familiar outline standing just outside of 221B, deciding not to alert Sherlock they were, the married ones next door Jim let Sebastian's hand go and they walked into speedy's and decided a pastry would finish off the night nicely. As they passed Sherlock he narrowed his eyes at them and followed them into the Café. After ordering Jim and Sebastian sat down and Sherlock bought a coffee.
"You're a sniper" Sherlock said to Sebastian as he sat down at the table across the aisle.
"Pardon" Sebastian looked between Jim and Sherlock hoping his panic wasn't too obvious.
"You are a Sniper from either Afghanistan or Iraq, no obvious injury," Sherlock's eyes became more intense just before he shook his head. "Sorry, I just need a question, how fast can you set up your rifle."
"Um, minutes." Sebastian looked confused and mortified "how did you know I was a sniper."
"Your hands. I knew you were military from the way you walked down the street, and I got a good look at your hands when you paid, the callouses indicate rifle use. You also have markers on your elbows suggesting you laid on your stomach, therefore Sniper. You seem nervous and keep looking to your friend. With no obvious injuries I am thinking you were discharged dishonourably. Maybe you were trigger happy, maybe you liked to kill, but I doubt that or else you would be in a jail cell. You had a problem with authority, probably had a string of chances until you finally pissed off the wrong person." Sherlock looked for affirmation and Sebastian nodded "Thank you for your time." Sherlock said as he walked out of the Café and into a cab.
Sebastian let out a sigh and stared at Jim "I do not want to do that any time soon."
"You did wonderfully Sebastian, I know you well enough that you were a lot more scared then you let on. Come on let's finish this and head back to our flat. We will only be there for another month or so…"
"I thought we had a year lease on the flat." Sebastian asked cutting Jim off.
"We do but you need to be taken care of later and so we will move into a flat that I own" Sebastian frowned at that; Jim was saying things that weren't adding up and acting more strangely. Sebastian knew it had something to do with whatever it was that Jim was planning but Sebastian wasn't Jim or Sherlock he couldn't deduce it. So he followed Jim up into the flat and went straight to bed. He woke up a little bit later to Jim wrapping his arms around him. " shh, Sebastian go back to sleep" This being the new normal Sebastian slowly drifted off and thought he heard Jim say he was going to miss something but couldn't quite make out the word before succumbing to sleep once more.
