[The Great Game]


"Seb, take these. Put the gloves on." Jim handed Sebastian a pair of black gloves and a plastic bag with sneakers in it.

"What for, boss?" Asked Sebastian as he put on the gloves.

"I need you to break into a flat and leave those sneakers, without the bag, in the dead center of the flat, and then get out. Make sure no one notices that you've been there." Jim straightened his tie in a mirror.

Sebastian stared. Had Jim finally gone completely insane? "These are sneakers."

"Congratulations, loser, you're not blind! Hurry it up. 221C Baker Street. Bring your gun and wait for my call. I'm going to kidnap a woman and strap a bomb to her chest, and you have to keep your laser on your gun pointed on the bomb so she reads what I type on the pager. Oh, and here's this earpiece. It's tuned so that way you will be able to hear the calls that my Sherlock will receive on the pink puzzle phone."

So the consulting criminal was up to something. Sebastian understood (well, kind of) now. He nodded, put the earpiece in his ear, and left the house.


Sebastian quietly picked the lock to 221C, trying not to make any noise that the little old lady in the adjacent flat would notice. He put a bit of oil on the hinges of the door and then crept as stealthily as one can with a cello case on one's back into the room. Sebastian walked to the center of the room, pulled the sneakers from the bag, put the sneakers on the ground, and crept out again, locking the door behind him.

He didn't breathe a sigh of relief until after he was a block away from the place. Sebastian allowed himself a tight smile and then reached into his pocket. His phone was ringing; it was time to watch the woman with the bomb.


Now, Colonel Sebastian Moran may have been an assassin, but he did have a slight sense of what was morally right. For example, Sebastian had never accepted clients in need of an assassination of children or elderly unless the children were gits or the elderly had done bad things.

Which was why when Jim had bombs strapped to the innocent, blind old woman, Sebastian began to have a few doubts. Should he really work for a man that kidnaps old women to play games with consulting detectives(yes, Sebastian looked them up)?

Jim had become Sebastian's only friend. He enjoyed murder, puzzles, Nutella, inflicting torture, fairytales, kidnapping, and cartoons. The ex-Colonel found him entertaining, annoying, and a bit confusing. Sebastian would kill a man for him, certainly, but an innocent old woman?

The answer turned out to be yes.

"His voice was so soft-" She started to say, and the assassin stiffened. She was endangering Jim. Sebastian pulled the trigger immediately at the thought of the old woman saying anything else. There was a big explosion and the flats in front of him started to collapse. The old woman and probably some other people (twelve in total, Sebastian would later learn) died. Morals be damned, Jim Moriarty was more important. Sebastian put his gun away as fast as he could and high-tailed it out of there.


Sebastian did not protest when one of the next victims turned out to be a young child. He just repeated a mantra of Jim is more important.


The assassin did not like the plan at the pool. Sure, pointing a gun at the bomb strapped to Captain John Watson was awesome, but Jim himself was making an appearance. In person. Even with all the extra snipers, Sebastian was nervous.

When Sherlock Holmes pointed the gun at the bomb on the floor, Sebastian wanted to shoot him through the top jawbone (he couldn't remember what it was called, he wasn't a doctor) so it passed through Sherlock's brainstem and there would not be a reflex that pulled the trigger on the gun. Unfortunately, Sebastian was not in a position to do so, and he did not trust any of the other snipers enough to give them that command. If they missed the whole building would explode.

Sebastian was incredibly relieved when Jim got a call and decided it was "the wrong day to die".


"What the hell, boss?! Every day is the wrong day to die, you bastard! Don't even tell me that you were thinking of letting Holmes blow up the building on the off chance that it would kill both of you instead of just you!" Sebastian raged at Jim when they were back in the safety of their own home and Jim had hung up.

Jim was startled, but he broke out into a mocking grin. "Worried about me, Tiger?"

"Damn right I'm worried about you, you twat. You've got the weirdest suicidal tendencies!" Sebastian stomped off to his bedroom and flung his cello case on the ground. "Fuck off, Jim, I'm going to bed!" He yelled.

"Make me a sandwich first!" Jim yelled in response.

"You make it!" Sebastian replied. Boss-subordinate relationship be damned. It was fucking late and he fucking needed a nap.

Five minutes later, Sebastian had to run downstairs to put out the kitchen fire Jim had accidentally caused.


going to band camp for a week; leaving tomorrow. last chapter before I go. (: