Sebastian sat with his head ducked and his eyes dark, but they were hidden by a small mass of dirty blonde hair. His feet were bare and the ground beneath him was cold and dusty. His breaths were hollow, and he's only just come back into consciousness.

5:29am.

"Seb, can I go with you on the job?" It was obvious by Jack's tone that he hadn't slept last night, though he couldn't say that's really anything new. Jack had asked to go on the job with him a few times before, but never in a foreign country. The job today wasn't difficult in the slightest. Just a client of Jim's whose husband cheated on her. A little trivial, but apparently the guy has some money issues, so the wife doesn't want to do down with him. A plausible reason, he supposed. There was no danger, just a clean shot to the head on the guy's way to the gym, and disposing of the body.

"Just don't get in the way, then." Sebastian sat loading his sniper rifle as he replied, finished packing it and stood with a smirk to the teenager.

Jack grinned and settled his tea on the counter as he pulled on an old leather jacket. Granted, it wasn't his usual look, but he wanted to look the part of a killer (and for the life of him he knew he looked irresistible).

6:14am.

"Sebastian, I thought this guy went to this gym 'every day from 6am till 9am without fail?' Well, au contraire mon frère, looks like that's not happening." Jack spoke in his beautiful French, perched next to Sebastian on the rooftop of a warehouse opposing the gym that this man was allegedly going to be arriving at.

Right then, it hit Jack what was happening. They'd been tricked.

The last thing Jack felt was a sharp needle entering his right forearm and slowly fading into the unconsciousness abyss.

"Glad to see you're awake, Mr Moran." Sebastian's head raised slightly as the memory of being drugged on the rooftop came back to him. The floor was grey and hard, and Sebastian instantly recognised it as being a torture room floor. His eyes travelled up to the black polished shoes to the speaking man and met his eye.

"Mycroft Holmes. And to what do I owe the pleasure?" Sebastian's voice dripped sarcasm, even though his hands were firmly tied behind his back and his legs firmly to the legs of the chair. "Have the Government decided they're above kidnapping teenagers, now?"

Mycroft's face didn't falter. "Oh, I assure you, Sebastian. We are most certainly not above kidnapping teenagers." Mycroft raised his head to a chair just alike to Sebastian's around 10 metres away from his, but Jack was still unconscious.

"Let me guess. You're going to torture us until we tell you where He is, right?" Sebastian avoided using Jim's name. Saying 'He' had a far greater impact, Sebastian had learnt. Naturally, Sebastian had endured countless torture sessions, but never once had Sebastian given in. One of the top ten rules being under the employment of Jim Moriarty was that you never, ever, ever give his location.

"We are aware he is resigning in Venice, Italy with Miss Sophie Moran at the present time. Not the exact destination." Mycroft's face was now exasperated; of course, the Government was always on the lookout for Jim. It was always, as Jim put it, 'up to him' to decide if they would find him.

Sebastian's anger flared at the mention of Sophie, but he kept it contained. "Well then, it's such a shame you can't locate them." A smirk played onto Sebastian's lips, but he didn't feel happy whatsoever. It wasn't because he was about to be tortured, frankly, he'd endured torture so many times in the past it was actually kind of a thrill for him knowing even though he was being beat, that he still had the upper hand, and it was down to his willpower to not tell. What he wasn't happy about was something entirely different. He must've been knocked out for a while. A long while. Sebastian never took this long on a job, without exception. So Jim must've worked out that something was amiss. And if Jim's coming, then that only means that Sophie…

Mycroft's face remained impassive. But then a smile weaved its way onto his face. "Well, since Moriarty the younger is still asleep, I suppose we should just start with you. Goodbye, Mister Moran." Mycroft turned on his heel and left the dimly lit but wide room without another word. He opened the door and left, umbrella in hand. Then, two burley men returned with clenched fists and muscles that could almost rival Sebastian's.

"Well hello blondey!" The burlier (an quite frankly dumber-looking) one of the pair spoke in a mocking tone as the two made their way towards Sebastian, stopping in front of him and keeping their fiats at the ready.

Sebastian looked into the face of his torturers and gave a toothy chuckle. "Hit me with your best shot, tweedle dumb and tweedle dumber." Sebastian licked his lips and cocked his head to the side. He had his categories for torturers. These two were definitely all muscle and no brain.

The one Sebastian labelled as 'dumber' punched a surprisingly strong hit over Sebastian's left cheek, sending his head propelling to the side with a click of his jaw. And then he saw. Jack's fucking chair was empty.

Jim was silent the whole car ride. That terrified Sophie. Jim was never silent. She could see inside his black orbs that he was worried. What did he have to worry about? And then it clicked. Jim only got that facial expression when she mentioned Jack and Sebastian. They'd been gone. Gone far too long than they usually would've been. And they would've had the sense to call. If they could've. But they hadn't. So they couldn't call.

"Jim…" Sophie was wary; she didn't want Jim to have an episode. Not now. No. She hadn't seen him, only heard. She had no idea what he was capable of, and of how much he could hurt himself. Or Sophie. "… If it's Jack and Sebastian you're worrie-…" Sophie stopped abruptly and bit her lip. 'Worried' might not have been a brilliant word. Jim's eyes were now tearing through hers, listening to what it was she had to say. "Concerned about, they'll be fine, I'm sure…"

Jim's eyes searched Sophie's face for a long time. They were still brimming with worry, but he looked different. They were calculating. Jim licked his lips and slowly took a breath. "It's not them I'm worried about, Darling. You know I said stay hidden?" Jim paused to reach into his Westwood pocket and draw out a gun. "Forget I ever said that. Listen to everything I'm about to say."

Tweedle Dumber didn't know what hit him when he suddenly felt a cold blade run across his neck, and then there was nothing.

Jack wielded his Swiss army knife out of his neck and turned to the other guard. He was prepared.

"Jack!" Sebastian pulled against his restraints as he watched Tweedle Dumber's lifeless body slip to the ground with a thud. In a matter of seconds Jack was battling the other guard and had the knife firmly lodged into his abdomen, and was picking at the cuffs attaching Sebastian to the chair.

Sebastian stood and Jack stood with him, Jack panting and cleaning his knife.

"Not bad, Jack." There wasn't much else to say. Jack tucked the knife safely into his jacket pocket and stepped over the body of the dead and dying guard without taking another glance at the pair. He made his way towards the only door, and reached instantly for the handle, knowing his efforts were futile.

"Only opened from the outside." Jack turned to Sebastian with a look that could replicate Jim's. In fact, it did. Sebastian walked to the door and tested it also, and Jack was completely right.

"We'll have to wait, then." Sebastian slumped against the wall and rubbed one of his wrists from the restraints, then his forehead in exasperation.

There was a long pause before Jack replied. "… For what?"

Another pause. "We'll have to wait and see."

Just like you! Wait and see what's coming. I've got a couple of chapters ready, but they need some editing.

I promise familiar faces soon!

Next chapter we have a lot of Sophie… I wonder why?

Just out of interest, who do you picture as Sebastian Moran? I completely envision Michael Fassbender. (Mmm.)