Here is the next chapter! I own nothing but the storyline and I hope you all enjoy!

Yes Jim's obsession with wanting to know about everyone had started with finding out about Sherlock Holmes. Surprisingly the boy had been easy to crack. Despite how closed off he acted, Holmes was truly an open book. It's the reason he'd moved on to other targets; discovering the dirty little secrets of every single person.

Then Sebastian Moran had come to the school. The suave, sexy and independent Moran.

The first time Jim had met the boy it had been the first time not a single clue as to who he was revealed itself to him. The boy was completely closed book so to speak. The exact opposite to his original interest! Jim even researched his family but little to nothing came up to indicate who they were. They were a British family; good money as far as Jim could tell, but Moran never wore clothes or acted in a way that supported the claim. It was positively infuriating.

Moran enrolled in the school the year before. In his junior year. Jim already knew everything on everyone, he remembered being eager for some fresh meat. Even the teachers hadn't been safe from his grasp. Whether they knew it or not they were all under his thumb.

Until he'd shown up.

Jim remembered walking down the halls. He was in his usual mind set of annoyance, autopilot having set in. The halls were empty, everyone else in class or outside eating their lunches. It was his lunch block at the time and made a point of avoiding contact with anyone else. For the first tine Jim didn't get his way.

He'll never know how, out of all the space in the hall, Moran managed to crash into him. It was a chance Jim didn't argue a bout with the fates though. If it hadn't been for that day, he'd still believe the world was full of dull, stupid apes. The wonderful Sebastian Moran had changed all of that.

Moran knocked Jim to the floor, along with himself, when he crashed into him. The sudden motion had jarred Jim from his auto pilot state. Moran's voice stammered an apology and Jim began to snap an insult at him, both died in their throats as their eyes met. Jim stared into Moran's dark blue eyes; he felt his mind go into hyper drive trying to read him. Nothing came to him though. Only a silence so loud that Jim almost didn't want it to end. It was so peaceful compared to the usual rattle he heard.

"Who are you?" He'd said instead.

The other boy raised his eyebrows "Normally people apologize when they knock people to the ground."

"You're the one who hit me." Jim pointed out "Now tell me who you are!"

"Why should I tell you?"

It had been a good point. Jim realized the boy really had no reason to tell him his name. Most students at the school didn't know each person by name. This was different though, Jim wasn't sure how or why but it just was.

Thinking fast on his feet he replied "Because I'm going to find out what it is either way. Whether you tell me or I go to the administration for it." He wasn't used to people denying him what he wanted. Jim was lucky he was a fast thinker.

The boy laughed then, a sound Jim was nowhere close to forgetting. He'd stood and offered his hand down to Jim "Moran, my name is Sebastian Moran."

"Thank you." Jim said, filing the name into a new folder "I will see you around I suppose." He then pushed past Moran and hurried down the hall.

After that meeting Jim couldn't rest until he knew everything about the Moran family. He was still incredibly frustrated with how little he'd been able to uncover.

It was like the family didn't exist! Naturally this only made him all the more wonderful. The one source Jim hadn't used was the links he had with his mother. She could have gotten him all the information he could have ever wanted. However, he felt that it would be best if Mother didn't know about Sebastian. Jim had learnt to trust his senses, no matter how ridiculous they seemed.

Of course he could have hacked the systems easily; he just needed the opportunity to do so. It wasn't that simple though. His mother kept the computers on lock down in her office. All he could access was his own laptop, but that didn't have the files or programs he needed.

Jim could remember after that meeting he'd being sitting in his room, waiting for his mom to leave. She hadn't left her office since he got home. Normally he wouldn't think anything of it but she hadn't even come say hello to him and her door was closed tightly. Her office was never locked. She always left it open in case her family needed her. She usually worked from her office downtown but there were days when she couldn't be bothered to go in.

He'd been secretly hoping that she wouldn't be home when he got there but the universe was against him.

When his mom finally called that she was going out it was close to midnight. She locked her office when she left, a code instead of a key and lock. Jim didn't want to risk setting off an alarm and having his mom ask questions so he'd left it alone. He hadn't had a chance to satisfy his curiosity since then. A whole year later and then Moran family was still locked to him.

Jim was almost ready to give up, but he never let a task he set himself to slide. He wasn't one to give up once he decided he wanted something. Jim Moriarty was many things but a failure was not one of them.

It was later that present evening that he finally had his chance to try and discover anything. His parents decided on a whim that they needed a romantic night out. Jim was left alone in the giant house with only the staff for company and the thankfully the office door unlocked. His mother must've been so rushed that she forgot all about it. Jim certainly wasn't complaining this was the chance he'd awaited for so long. If he wasted this he'd never forgive himself.

When he heard the door slam shut he jumped from his chair and crept to the office. The door was half open and from inside he could see the glow of artificial lighting.

Excitement grew inside him as he entered. No one bothered him as he walked in and closed the door firmly behind him. Jim wasn't about to take any chances at being caught.

Sitting himself down in the big chair he grabbed the mouse and slid over to the files. The folders were clear to access; his mother had truly been lazy today! Unless of course she wanted him to see this. She always seemed to know his plans. No matter how well he thought he hid them.

Checking over his shoulder he looked back at the bright screen and brought up her search engine. He typed in "Moran" and hit the enter button. An hourglass came up and then a request for a pass code. Jim groaned and sat back. Time to see if he was as smart as he thought he was.

His mother wasn't a very sentimental person so the code wouldn't have to do with family. Besides she tried to keep work and family separate. She was a little self-absorbed. Being in a high place of power could do that to a person. He took a chance and typed in his mother's birthday date.

Code Denied.

Sighing he went back to his thinking. So she wasn't that self-absorbed. It wouldn't be anything with her personal life then. Knowing his mother she would choose something that no one would think of. Something that would trip up even the best hacker who tried to crack her system. Jim would have to think like his mother, he'd have to be smarter than her.

Easy. He'd always been the smarter one in the family. Taking a breath he tapped a second code into the box.

Blood and Honour. The words his mother always repeated when she was stressed. When family needed help, whenever times of trouble came up. It was her own personal mantra. Words that she seemed to live her life by. Hesitantly he pressed the enter button and held his breath.

Code Accepted.

A list of folders came up, all of them having to do with the Moran family. It was like Christmas! Everything he wanted wrapped up in a pretty little virtual bow. He clocked on a file marked "Moran family history." Might as well start at the beginning.

Inside the folders included family trees, documents of immigration records, war files and permits of land and weapon owner ship. From what he read here he realized that the other documents he'd read had been forged and nothing he thought he knew as true. The truth was right here, staring him in the face. He clicked on of the folders and read.

"After the family came over from Germany during the Second World War, close tabs have been kept on their movements. We've monitored their progress here in the UK. They are still target A but pose no immediate threat. A family from a lone of snipers and military background must especially be under close watch. They were a big asset to the Axis-Powers during the war. It is still unknown if they continue to work for people who can afford their talents. Details to be added when more information has been gathered."

Jim sat there stunned. This was more than he ever thought he'd find. The mysterious Moran came from a great family. A bad family, but a great one. Almost as great as his. He'd assumed that when he knew the truth he'd be done with Moran. Oh how wrong he'd bee. Sebastian Moran had become his new favourite. He was the most fascinating person Jim had ever encountered.

Leaning forward eagerly he clicked on a family tree. All the names he saw displayed were names he knew. All of them well known and respected soldiers or killers. Not that there was much of a difference of course. Little Sebastian was the last in lime at the moment. On the tree the only family that was still alive. Nicole and Patrick Moran and their son Sebastian. Everyone else was dead. How they died wasn't stated but Jim had a good idea as to what happened.

It appeared their families weren't very fond of each other. A lot hate in what he was reading. How wonderful. He wasn't surprised by that fact. His family had many enemies. This seemed like more than a simple dispute though. This seemed to be hatred that traced back to the dark ages! It was so exciting!

He read a few of the other files before he heard one of the staff calling his name. He cursed softly and cleared the history, logging out of what he was looking at. Jim jumped out of his chair, moving silently over to the door. He peered out through the window, seeing no one he slipped out and left the office exactly how he found it.

Back in his room he sat on his bed, ignoring the homework that sat in his bag.

Of all the evidence he'd found there was only one thing he was positive about. Sebastian Moran had left a very large imprint on him, and it wasn't going anywhere no matter how hard he tried to deny how he felt. Saturday's party was going to be very interesting.

With a smirk he decided he didn't need to do homework today. He was too distracted to try and focus in on it. Instead he ate his dinner which is what he'd been called for, and went to sleep with a smile on his lips.