Sure, sure.
Saw about that Moriarty fellow. Your jurisdiction again, or are they taking that from your hands?
I can’t discuss an on going investigation.
So you are a part of it. That'll be fun. Any leads?
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@demented-sniper
Sure, sure.
Saw about that Moriarty fellow. Your jurisdiction again, or are they taking that from your hands?
I can’t discuss an on going investigation.
So you are a part of it. That'll be fun. Any leads?
And you’re looking surprisingly bold for a wanted man, Moran.
I think you’re mistaken, detective inspector. In fact, I’m positive you’ll find no probable cause even within your records.
Sure, sure.
Saw about that Moriarty fellow. Your jurisdiction again, or are they taking that from your hands?
+Moran
……….
You’re looking well.
And you’re looking surprisingly bold for a wanted man, Moran.
I think you're mistaken, detective inspector. In fact, I'm positive you'll find no probably cause even within your records.
+Moran
……….
You're looking well.
… you’re fucking kidding me.
Apologies, pet.
'Apologies.' That's all you have. 'Apologies.'
... you're fucking kidding me.
Did You Miss Me?
His TV flickered, losing the signal just as the goal was about to be made. A glass shattered against the wall. "What's the fuckin' point if you're just--"
"Did you miss me?"
Time slowed to a stop, in perfect time with his heart. They'd said he'd be safe. That there was no way Moriarty had survived. Who shot themselves in the face and walked away? James Moriarty did. He stood in slow motion. The chair clattered to the floor unheard.
"Miss me?"
No time to pack. He shoved his boots on and flung an old coat onto his shoulders. His screen shattered as he punched in and sent a text to Mycroft. [Liar]. He had to leave. He was only as safe as an ant in a flood. The most he could hope for was a quick death. Moriarty didn't forgive those who betrayed him.
He turned to yank the door open.
"Miss me?"
Addictions
Sebastian was frighteningly addicted to any narcotic he could get his hands on. It started in Uni.
Jim used this ongoing struggle to bring Seb into the Firm
Holmes
Sebastian has known Mycroft since they were children. He often spent his holidays with the Holmes, when he could escape from his own father, and they roomed together for part of Uni.
You really should start considering others, Sherlock. *safety back on, tucks the pistol away with an easy smile as he turns to go* How’s Mycroft’s diet?
-hums, hiding a smile, but keeping his eyes on the man- Same as always. Dull. Though I’ll let him know you were kind enough to ask. He should be honoured. It isn’t every day that Colonel Moran takes interest in just anyone.
I'm sure he'll be ecstatic. Catch you later.
Or I could finish up my last orders. ’Get Sherlock’.
*clicks the safety off*
But I’m a hunter. A sniper. And this is entirely too easy.
then stop cornering your prey and make the kill worth your time. or, better yet, stop being moriarty’s little pawn and make some choices for yourself. he isn’t here to tell you what to do anymore.
You really should start considering others, Sherlock. *safety back on, tucks the pistol away with an easy smile as he turns to go* How's Mycroft's diet?
Miss Molly
Molly Hooper. Still sticking your fingers in corpses?
-levels the gun at his head-
Really? That’s the best you have? Neither of us have friends, Sherlock. You don’t understand it, and I kill mine.
you haven’t shot me yet, though. a shot to my knee, so couldn’t run away. a shot to my chest, let me bleed out slowly. you took the extra time to aim, though. you’re going for the shot to my head. you want it to be memorable, yet granting me the mercy of it being fast.
-tilts his head a bit and smirks-
i’m not your friend. never once claimed to be. i simply said i’m the last and closest thing you have to one. kill me now, and you’re on your own, or spare yourself the trouble of cleaning up the mess and get over your childish temper. might as well amuse ourselves with the company of each other.
Or I could finish up my last orders. 'Get Sherlock'.
*clicks the safety off*
But I'm a hunter. A sniper. And this is entirely too easy.
Hello! Sorry I've been absent!
I have some things to do this morning, then I'll be on for threads and the like :)
Not quite. Give me a reason not to shoot you here and now, Sherlock.
I can give you more than you can handle, but to keep it short—I’m the closest thing you’ve got to a friend, now, considering your employer is gone and I’m the next best thing. War veterans aren’t especially fond of being alone, regardless of what they say.
Save us both the struggle of a fight and put the gun down.
-levels the gun at his head-
Really? That's the best you have? Neither of us have friends, Sherlock. You don't understand it, and I kill mine.
+ The Virgin
+ ssherlockh
Welcome back, Virgin.
Mmn. Sebastian, always with the witty come backs. Where’d you get that one from? Your secondary school?
Not quite. Give me a reason not to shoot you here and now, Sherlock.
+ The Virgin
+ ssherlockh
Welcome back, Virgin.