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@moriartyproperty because i love her and hurting our bbies

he doesn’t pay the man much attention when he enters. he’s had to cancel several things for this -- moved around an entire afternoon, as sebastian should very well know. to say the criminal is not in a good mood would be an understatement. “this better be important.”

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when he gave jobs to sebastian, it was because he wanted something done well, and he wanted it done in a timely manner. yes, he knew things could be high risk, and he knew he had enemies, but sebastian wasn’t the chief of staff, wasn’t moriarty’s favorite because the title was pretty. he was damn good at what he could do, and jim had hired him to do it, first and foremost. 

so why it was taking so long this time was unnerving. 

sure, the man had been late before. sometimes he acted irrationally or got caught up on an idea he thought better than jim’s. sometimes the plan didn’t go accordingly. shit happened, such was life, such was crime. there were always contingencies in place. that was why he would send sebastian on such assignments, after all. the man could make the most out of annoyances, find a way to get himself out with minimal losses. and when he knew there would be a delay, he always let jim know somehow. sebastian knew how much the criminal liked to keep to schedule.

jim waited, spinning his phone in his hand, waiting for the message that would explain why his sniper had not yet returned. the time that he’d set for the man’s returned had long since passed -- perhaps it had only been several hours, true, but it was unlike his best to be so informal. something about the situation felt... off. the sun kept sinking, papers on his desk were left untouched, and the phone kept flipping over and over in his fingers, but each message received was checked for sender before ignored. 

nearing midnight, his jaw clenched, and a hastily worded order was sent to an employee next of rank to sebastian, demanding he drop his assignment to do a walk-by of the area where jim had told his sniper to go. the confirmation of the order received and the phone returned to flipping. protecting investments he told himself. it would be three more hours before he received the initial report in a short, infuriating text. blood. signs of a fight. no moran.

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“you have thirty seconds before i lose interest. talk quickly.”

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“Miss. Blackwood. I do believe it’s time we had a little chat. Sit.”

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“Mr. Holmes.” There’s a second tea cup on the desk across from where Moriarty sits, to which the man gestures, his expectation of the man’s visit breathing life. “Do take a seat.” The criminal casually lifts his tea to his lips, watching the other over the porcelain -- the finest, of course -- a smile on his lips and a mischievous glint in his eyes.

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“ how have you stayed alive this long ? ” (From Sam for Jim)

even bad negotiations work in his favor, even if sometimes things get narrowly avoided. still, in the sunlight once more, jim slips his sunglasses down on his face and turns to give the other a cheshire grin, teeth bared just enough to resemble something vaguely predatory as the criminal pulls a piece of gum from his pocket. “better to be feared, darling.” presses the stick of gum to his tongue and turns to continue walking. the right application of fear is all it takes -- but a well placed bullet does the job just as well.

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“ have you ever said please ? ” ( From Seb for Jim)

jim doesn’t even look up from his laptop where he’s answering ridiculous pleas for assistance amid handling the actual work he deemed important enough for business. “it would please me greatly if you would busy yourself somewhere else.” the criminal doesn’t need to give the man a look that says happy? -- his tone does that well enough on its own.

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“ i know it’s you, i’ve got caller id. ”  @ jim!

a huff sounds through the speakers. “you’re no fun.” not that jim was actively attempting to hide his identity -- they both know if he had wanted to remain anonymous, he could have easily done so. still, it wouldn’t have killed the other man to play along. “now you’ve gone and ruined my mood. shame, i had a game for you. well, toodles.”