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Back upstairs Sebastian was still pounding on the locked door but was only succeeding in breaking his knuckles. Eventually he gave up and sat on the floor, his head in his hands. God knows what Jim would do to Sherlock when he found him. The steel door opened and Jim walked back into the room He was smiling but didn't say anything.

Sebastian glares up at him, not bothering to stand up. Most likely he'll be knocked to the floor yet again, so this is rather saving time

"What did you do to him?" The criminal's smug expression does not bode well for either man, though currently, he's more worried about Sherlock. Jim's reply is unexpected and chilling.

"He's in a coffin."

Sebastian goes pale. A coffin? He struggles to his feet, contemplating both his and Sherlock's current situation Then it came to him Sherlock was in a coffin. He was dead. Jim's attacks must have been too much for him Sebastian forgot about the injuries it would bring him and swung for Jim.

Jim dodges the punch, which is poorly aimed to begin with due to the stab wound in his shoulder, and delivers his own punch to Sebastian's stomach, taking advantage of his winded state and kicking his feet out from under him so he lands on the floor.

"For shame, Sebby It isn't nice to fight your employer."

Sebastian grits his teeth and crawls backwards until his back is against the wall.

"Why did you..."

He couldn't finish his sentence. Sherlock was dead. And then, for the first time in ten years, tears came to Sebastian's eyes. He tried to force them back but every time he thought about it more came until they streamed down his cheeks.

He watches in shock as Sebastian actually starts crying, thinking Sherlock's dead, and his lips curl in disgust.

"Pathetic," he hisses, seriously considering killing Sebastian. This is ridiculous and incredibly disappointing, against his training. And that he's crying over Holmes of all people. It's disgusting. He isn't very well going to tell Sebastian that he's alive, now. But he does have something that will make Sebastian a sniffling, begging mess in a matter of seconds. He pulls out his mobile, tapping out a text to his retrieval team.

Get Severin Moran. You have 6 hours.

Sebastian tries to recover his bearings and stop the tears from streaming down his face. He knows Jim would probably have his head for it but he could help being so close to breaking down. Sherlock had been the closest thing to a friend Sebastian had had in a long time He'd sat there and listened, whether or not that was from fear or genuine interest Sebastian didn't know.

Jim's s voice turns mocking and cold as the tears don't slow.

"What? Did you think he was your friend? That he actually cared about you? You're a killer, Sebby. A sniper- the one who almost killed his best friend Johnny. He was scared, and all you were was a wall of protection. You failed at that too" He huffs. "Can't be a good employee, can't be a good friend, can't keep anyone from being hurt. Worthless," he hisses venomously.

"I was ordered to aim at John. By you. And he was a better friend to me then you've ever been, regardless whether or not he only saw me as a way of protection. I cared about him James. And you had to go and-" Sebastian had to stop as more tears came to his eyes. "I loved him." He said under his breath.

His gaze darkens in anger and the faintest trace of hurt before it's crushed. He laughs icily.

"Oh, did you? After only one day? How sweet" His voice was dripping poison. "'Love at first sight' Poetic, weak and pathetic." He gripped Sebastian's chin, bruisingly. "My precious tiger has become a mewling little kitten. Now I suppose you'll need to be retrained"

Sebastian's body freezes and he can only stare at Jim.

"Please," He manages to whimper. "Not again."

He never wanted to go through that ever again. It had put him in his place, sure, but the things Jim had done. And now with Sherlock gone there was no one else for him to take it out on.

Jim seems to ignore Sebastian, humming thoughtfully.

"If you're going to act this useless, I might as well cement it. Perhaps I'll take out an eye. No more sniping for Sebbbby," he singsongs. He giggles. "The eye of the tiger."

Sebastian shuts his eyes for a while before feeling Jim's blade touch the corner of his left eye. Panic overwhelmed him and he tried not to struggle. Jim seemed to play with the thought for a while before digging the knife in more harshly than before.

Sebastian's heart is pounding in his chest, absolutely terrified. Jim can't put out an eye. He's a sniper, a gunman, and he loves what he does. But as the skin at the very corner of his eye is cut into, he holds a hand up to Jim's wrist. "Please. I'll never forgive you if you do this."

Jim just laughs.

"You won't have a choice. Where you would go, I wonder. You're basically one of Britain's most wanted. You'd either be locked up or sent back to the front. Don't know which one I'd prefer."

Sebastian feels the knife moving perilously close to his eye and pure panicked adrenaline floods him. He's not even thinking as he twists Jim's wrist backwards with an at-the-moment-satisfying snap, the knife falling to the ground. He kicks at Jim's chest to push him back and away from him, scrabbling for the knife in defence as blood drops down his face. Jim had recovered quickly, eyeing the knife in Sebastian's hand.

"I don't know what's happened to you Moran. Who knows, maybe its better now that Sherly dear is six feet under." He smiles icily.

This was too much for Sebastian. He swung at Jim with the knife and as Jim dodged one way he caught his jaw with his other fist. The criminal head snapped back and he collapsed backwards.

Seizing the chance, Sebastian ran for the open door, only just avoiding three me Jim's men stood outside. He bolted down the stairs and managed to find himself in the large green garden at the back of the facility. The amount of time it takes for him to be surrounded is quite frankly impressive- in less than 10 seconds, he's surrounded by men with cold faces and cocked guns, practically daring him to give them a reason to shoot.

Upstairs, the three guards manage to wake up Jim after several moments, and the criminal is beyond anger at this point. Nearly explosive. He looks at the men.

"Have him sedated and put in one of the larger cells downstairs. Put the coffin in there too, and when Severin arrives, he will go in there as well." He needs to release some of his anger on something other than Sebastian so that torturing him later will be controlled and agonizing.

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Still downstairs in the coffin, Sherlock was slowly 'coming back to life' of sorts. He was starting to hear the world around him, although he still couldn't react to anything. The coffin suddenly lurched forwards. He was being taken somewhere but where he didn't quite know. Sebastian was sat alone in the stone cell when the coffin was delivered and put against the far wall. He waited until the men had left before slowly crawling over to it. There was no nameplate on it but he knew who it was. And it brought more tears to his eyes. The salty drops stung the cut by his eye. He put his head in his hands and let his body heave as he tried to breathe in through the tears.

"Sebastian..." A voice echoed weakly through the cell and Sebastian's head whirled around. Sherlock was still alive! He crawled over to the coffin and hooked his fingers around the lid. Then, only using pure strength and hope, he wretched off the wooden lid, to find Sherlock looking up at him. Sherlock still can't move, but he looks visibly relieved and happy through his tears when he sees Sebastian wrench open the coffin- he'd had no idea where he was, just hoped that someone would hear him and let him out. Apparently Sebastian and Jim aren't on the best of terms.

Jim comes in a few minutes later, tsking at the sight of Sebastian having pulled Sherlock out and holding him. "I do rather wish you hadn't done that, Sebby. That just made things worse," he hums, stepping into the room.

Another guard comes in after him, and then what looks to be a second Sebastian is pushed inside, looking very, very afraid.

"'Bastian?"

"Severin..." Sebastian breaths, propping Sherlock against the wall. He stands up slowly and reaches out to Severin with his right hand. He quickly grabs hold of him and yanks him out of Jim's reach. Sherlock begins to move and puts one hand flat against the floor, gathering his strength.

"Who's...who's the second Sebastian?" He mummers, still weak. Sebastian can't help but smile a little. "Sherlock, this is my twin brother, Severin. Severin, this is Sherlock. I just wish you were meeting under different circumstances." He hisses. Severin smiles at Sherlock, despite what was happening around them. If it wasn't for the cuts on Sebastian's face and the obvious bulge of rippling muscle beneath his white and crimson-stained shirt, Sherlock wouldn't be able to tell the two of them apart. They had the same dusty blond hair and deep sapphire eyes, they were around the same height except Severin seemed a lot more nervous than his twin. Sherlock leans against the wall, attempting a smile despite the pain in his broken cheekbone.

He feels bad for Sebastian more so than anyone, because he knows exactly what's going to happen. Jim waves a hand, and two guards file in and drag Sebastian away from Severin forcefully by the forearms, bringing him back to the wall and snapping shackles around his wrists.

Severin blinks, inching over to the opposite same wall and appearing to be trying to melt into the stone as he tries to get close to Sebastian. The guards glance at Jim before grabbing the other Moran, pulling him over to the opposite wall and snapping him in as well. Sherlock, for the moment, is left alone. He glances between the two twins as Sebastian begins to struggle and Severin begins to shake.

"Jim!" Sebastian screams at him. "Get away from him!"

Jim just smiles again and runs his finger along Severin's jaw.

"Such a shame..." He begins.

"Jim, please...no...Don't hurt him. He's my baby brother." Sebastian pulls on his chains, truly desperate.

Jim looks unfazed, trailing his hand down the ever-so-slightly-younger Moran's chest.

"Mm, he's prettier than you, Sebby. Much cuter."

Severin sighs, looking between Jim and Sebastian in a panicked manner. Jim sighs.

"Gag Sebastian, dears, would you? I don't think he quite deserves to talk," he drawls glancing at the guards who immediately do so before being dismissed with a nod, door locking.

Severin panics now, thrashing against his chains before receiving a stinging slap from Jim. Sebastian jumped and tried to yell something but the words were muffled. Jim continues to play with Severin's shirt before undoing one of the buttons. This really makes Sebastian fight. He couldn't let Jim do to Severin what he'd done to him. He glances at Sherlock but the ex-detective is powerless to do anything.

Jim smirks as he hears the muffled protests, continuing to slowly undo the buttons. He knows neither the sniper nor the ex-detective will be able to do anything- neither of them can move. Pleased, as he strips away the shirt, he presses his lips to Severin's- mostly to get a rise from Sebastian- and Severin freezes, having no idea what to do.

Sherlock tries to move, but only ends up putting himself in a more painful position and elects to simply curl up against the wall and try to block everything out.

Severin tries to resist before eventually giving in and sinking into the kiss, earning a yelp in protest from Sebastian. Jim proceeds to work on the twin's black, leather belt, taking his time in gently pulling the buckle loose before sliding it effortlessly out of the loops in his trousers. Severin fidgets a little bit, then, not feeling entirely comfortable but not quite understanding why. When Jim slides down his trousers, he flushes red, frowning. Sebastian lunges forwards, letting out a pained whine as his stab wound is pulled on. His eyes are fiery as he glares at Jim.

"What's the matter Sebby? Don't like how I'm touching your dear baby brother?" With the words, he slides his fingers from along Severin's jaw and traces circles around his neck with the edge of a fingernail. He then moves forwards and roughly bites Severin's neck, making sure to leave a blue bruise. Severin whimpers, and Sebastian growls lowly at Jim, yelling profanity through his gag. Jim seems to fond this amusing, and presses his fingers into the bruise to earn another whimper.

"Stop it," Severin says softly, not very strongly.

"Or what, little one." Jim pressed a little harder before attacking the blond man's jaw with his mouth. Biting and marking wherever he could. He knew that this would be something neither twin would forget in a while. Still biting his jaw, Jim's hands moved off Severin's neck, slipped down his waist and began tugging lightly at the waistband of the man's underwear.

Severin closes his eyes, feeling tears spring to his eyes. "Please stop. I'll do what you want-" not that he knows what that is, really- "Just please stop hurting me."

"Oh please, you have your big brother to thank for this. He was a bad boy and deserves to be hurt. And my dear, you're the easiest way to do that." Jim smiles like a snake before dropping the younger Moran twin's boxers around ankles, then shaking them off completely. Severin looked at Sebastian, his face flushing a deep scarlet.

Sebastian roars, adrenaline flooding him as he again tries to pull away from the wall, ignoring the agony in his shoulder as he forces the gag from his mouth. "JIM! Stop! You can have me instead, do whatever you want, but don't fucking touch him if you ever expect me to do anything for you again," he hisses.

Jim isn't put off. Instead he clicks his fingers and three guards enter the room. He points at Sebastian and they grab him, holding him still.

"This Sebby, is what happens when you touch my things. I touch yours. He walks behind Severin and grips his hip firmly with his right whilst edging towards the twin's groin with the left.

Sebastian snarls. "I'll kill you," he says venomously, attempting to lunge forwards again but being held back by the guards.

Sherlock looks up, looking between Sebastian, Severin, and Jim. The drug had worn off a few minutes ago, but he hadn't wanted to show that to anyone. But now, he slowly shifts into a position to spring and launches forwards, grabbing a gun from one of the guard's hips and moving to stand in front of Jim, aiming around the younger Moran at the criminal's head.

"Back. Up."

"Or what? You'll shoot me? Sherly, dear that won't get you out of here. In fact, it'll keep you here since the people around you will shoot as soon as you do." Jim just smirks.

Sherlock shook his head and, before anyone could do anything, pulled the trigger. Jim however had been expecting it and pulled Severin into the path of the bullet instead. The second his finger has tightened on the trigger the guards step forwards, grabbing his arms and wrestling him to the floor, gun falling from his hand.

Sherlock has gone pale, hoping that perhaps the bullet had just skimmed the younger Moran. Sebastian yells in alarm as Sherlock fires, he knows Jim has something up his sleeve. Jim then let go of Severin and walked in front of him, obviously studying something. He smiled and chuckled darkly.

"Nice shot." He says, turning around. Sherlock doesn't reply, he lifted up his head and saw what Jim was apparently so pleased with. He'd hit Severin. Sherlock closes his eyes, cursing at himself. Of course Jim would pull something like that. He lets out a shout as his hands are wrenched painfully up behind his back, swearing colourfully and then clamping his mouth shut as his cheek starts to hurt as well. He looks desperately at Severin, hoping nothing vital was hit. Sebastian says nothing just watches as a slow trickle of blood from his twin's ribs turn into a flow. If he was lucky, Sherlock wouldn't have hit any organs but if he was unlucky Sherlock could have punctured a lung, gone through an artery or the bullet was now floating around in his stomach somewhere. Sherlock doesn't fight as he's chained down, going pliant. There's no point in fighting. He's going to be tortured and killed, or tortured and kept as a pet. Either way, he's as good as dead. He closes his eyes, trying to block out Sebastian, Severin, and Jim. Trying to disappear into his mind palace.

Severin looks down painfully, watching the crimson liquid trail down over his hip. There wasn't a huge amount of blood, so he'd probably survive.

Jim stood for a while, enjoying watching the blood flow. He turned to the guards who were busy holding Sherlock.

"Leave him and bring the other one in. Let's make this a party!" He clapps his hands together gleefully. The second he's let go, he skitters backwards into the corner, curling up protectively with his face in his knees. He doesn't want to know who the 'other one' is. Not that it really matters. He's as good as a slave, here, and the slightest disobedience will get him killed, or worse. He stays in the corner, the whole room hung in silence until the heavy door was unlocked and Greg Lestrade was dragged in. He was kicking and fighting to break free. Jim rolled his eyes before waving his hand and Greg was chained to the wall to the right of Severin.

Sherlock risks a glance up to see Greg, and his throat tightens. The inspector is clearly terrified, even though he's trying remarkably hard to hide it. Sherlock looks down again, burrowing back into his safe position. Nothing to be done for it now. He's the one who got Greg into this, and now he can't get him out. Tears slip down his cheeks, but he doesn't look up.

Greg stared at Sherlock in disbelief. This wasn't the man he knew. Not anymore. The man Greg knew was confident, strong and wouldn't allow himself to be beaten like this yet Sherlock seemed to allow it. Jim had changed not only his character but him as person and it chilled Greg to the bone.

Sherlock feels the disappointment pouring from the inspector and curls up further, wishing he would just die.

Wait.

He glances up, looking over at one of the guards before lunging for his belt, grabbing the gun and pressing it up against his temple firmly. He looks at Jim, eyes resolute. Frightened, but resolute.

"Let them go." Jim's beating them because he wants Sherlock to himself. If he doesn't stop beating them, he won't get to touch Sherlock again.

Jim tilts his head, unimpressed with this new movement of defiance. Then he chuckles. He licks his lips slowly.

"You wanna shoot GO ahead. Old Sevvy here isn't gaining any blood, in case you'd forgotten."

Sherlock laughs, nearly hysterical.

"He won't be gaining any if I'm dead either, will he?" he says back, pulling back the hammer.

Jim's face fell. This was new. Greg's head went up at the sound of the hammer.

"SHERLOCK!" He practically screams. "What are you doing?!"

Sherlock ignores the inspector. He doesn't care. He presses the gun flush to his temple.

"Let them go. Or I will pull this trigger." He has no reason to live anymore, but if it gets the others safe, he will. If not, well. That won't be his problem anymore.

Jim looks around at Greg, Sebastian and his bleeding twin. Then he starts clapping.

"You think you're the main piece in this game, Sherly? That I am? This network is a whole lot bigger than me. You pull that trigger and I'll execute every single person who ever had any kind of contact with you, personally." He snarls the last few words.

Sherlock shrugs, laughing in hysterics.

"I'll be dead then, so it won't be my problem, now, will it? I've no guarantee you won't do so anyways, so there's really no point in my sticking around." He slips his finger into the trigger guard.

Greg stops talking and starts shaking his head. Sherlock wouldn't. He had too much to live for. Sherlock's finger moved over the trigger and he placed his finger gently on it.

Sherlock stares at Jim challengingly. He's perfectly prepared pull this trigger, and it's clear in his eyes despite how desperately everyone seems to be trying to convince themselves otherwise.

"Let them go."

Jim swallowed, considering. He would and unfortunately Jim knew he would pull that trigger. He hesitated before tilting his head and looking at the guards.

"Drug them and leave them were you found 'em." He looked at Sebastian, wondering what to do with him."

"I said them," Sherlock says icily. "Sebastian too. I'll stay, do whatever you want. But they go free."

Jim licks his dry lips and Sherlock smiles, knowing he's won. The two guards walk forward and unchain the twins and Greg.

Sherlock doesn't lower the gun until they're out of the room, at which point he tosses it to Jim. There's more than one way to kill yourself, and he's made clear that he will if they become involved. So he stands there, waiting for his own punishment.

Jim does nothing for a while. After thinking about it, he tucks the gun into his belt. He then claps his hands together.

"Well done, darling." he smiles sickly again. "What to do with you now... He watches Jim warily. He knows his punishment will be bad. Not only did he make Jim change his mind about something he didn't want to, but he did it in front of several employees. He embarrassed the criminal, and while in the long-term, that might be good, right now it's one of the worst things, for him.

"There are very few people who can change my mind about something. Usually when my mind is made up, it stays that way. Yet, you managed to. That's not something I want in a sex slave." Jim pauses before carrying on. "That something I want in an employee."

Sherlock freezes. Looks at Jim. Blinks. Somehow, the idea isn't as repulsive as it should be. It sounds... interesting, almost. Fun.

"What, pray tell, would I be doing?" he asks, slightly appalled that he's considering this.

Jim shrugs.

"I'm not particularly sure. There's plenty I could put you to work with, perhaps I'll set you into undercover work. You could tell me a lot about the people I wish to dispatch. Maybe even dispatch a few yourself..." Jim smiles and spends a moment pondering the prospect.

Sherlock thinks. Probably for shorter than he should. But it is, in theory, the same thing he'd done for Lestrade. Detective work. Killing enemies, when necessary. And now, there's more on this side to care about than there is on Lestrade's. John left. Lestrade's disappointed. Mycroft doesn't seem to care. Well. He'll make sure their decisions are justified, then.

He nods, smiling.

"That sounds perfect. I will, however, need you to have my cheek fixed."

"That will be arranged. Funny to think about an hour ago I was ready to kill both you and Sebby. You really know how to push a man's buttons don't you?" Jim smiles. Having Sherlock on his side would no doubt be a massive advantage. Two of the world's greatest and most dangerous people working together? Jim eyes brightened at the idea.

Sherlock smirks faintly.

"Apparently in the right way." The prospects offered here are immense. Powerful.

If people are going to call him a psychopath, well. It's only polite to make it true.

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