Happy Birthday Sebastian
I have a present for you at home.
How lovely, sir. You didn’t have to get me anything though. Your mature behavior and your ability to not annoy me through the entire year is enough.
Well I guess I thought you deserved something this year.
Well…? Do you care to tell me what this ‘present’ is?
You already know Sebby. They’re in my study.
My new guns? Thanks, Boss! You know, since I love my presents so much, I’ll thank you by letting you choose the first person I kill with each gun.
We’ll go somewhere that has a crowded street and look for a flat that has a nice view where I can aim perfectly - Oh, and there will be alcohol. Can’t be sober on my birthday now can I, sir?
Of course not where’s the fun in that? I’ll let you pick the street *Throws him an annotated AtoZ of London*
Happy Birthday Sebastian
I have a present for you at home.
How lovely, sir. You didn’t have to get me anything though. Your mature behavior and your ability to not annoy me through the entire year is enough.
Well I guess I thought you deserved something this year.
Well…? Do you care to tell me what this ‘present’ is?
You already know Sebby. They’re in my study.
Happy Birthday Sebastian
I have a present for you at home.
How lovely, sir. You didn’t have to get me anything though. Your mature behavior and your ability to not annoy me through the entire year is enough.
Well I guess I thought you deserved something this year.
Mind if I get that?
Screw Loose
“Be careful I don’t put it under your bed, sir.” Sebastian said, eying the device. “You never know. Maybe next time you’re annoying, I’ll just put it under your pillow.” He smirked and crossed his hands over his chest. “And Mycroft would see your final moments. How sweet.”
If he had nothing other to do, he’d just tease his boss. That at least kept him on his toes and not thinking about blowing his head off from boredom.
‘I made the thing, I’ve included a simple tracking device so I know where you put it and I know exactly how to deactivate it. Any more talk like that and you might find it inside your cat.’ Jim smirked and leaning back far into the chair crossed his ankles and put his feet on the desk. He took off his latex gloves and rolling them into a little ball threw them into the bin across the room. He didn’t miss.
Screw Loose
“Then what do you suggest?” Sebastian asked, raising an eyebrow. Even though he’d probably never admit it to Jim’s face, he impressed Seb. All his insane-ness (if only that was a word) was absolute genius; he could start World War III but the man chooses not to.
Unlike Sherlock Holmes’s pet, Sebastian wasn’t like that. He wouldn’t just tell Jim he was ‘brilliant’ or ‘fantastic’ or anything like the sort. Jim knew that he was all of that and he didn’t need Seb telling him. Sebastian just did his business, following his orders to kill. It’s what he does; he stays in the background, unseen, and going by unnoticed.
Jim deliberated for a moment then threw the device up in the air and caught it, holding it in exactly the right position. He grinned, proud of himself even if it had been such a small achievement, he then turned to Seb with an almost bemused look on his face. ‘No idea. I have no specific target in mind. I’m leaving that up to you, choose Mycroft if you wish but he already has enough attention on us.’ Jim paused to wave out of the window at the inevitable camera. ‘Anyone in the world, your’s to kill with one tiny bomb that can destroy a house.’ He placed it carefully down on the table in front of Seb, leaned back and grinned.
Screw Loose
Seb furrowed his brow as he thought, staring at the device. “Well, it depends, sir. Do you want to cause destruction or just want to scare some people?” he took his eyes off the bomb and looked at Jim. He shrugged “I think Mycroft Holmes needs to remember you exist. I don’t think you should kill him with it but maybe kill others, somewhere where he’s supposed to be that moment but, by luck, missed it.” He titled his head slightly. “He might think you’re trying to kill him and, well, it’ll piss him off a lot - along with scaring a shit load of people.”
‘I sent him a few valentines, I’m pretty sure he knows exactly where I am and what I am doing. In fact I believe he has a camera stationed outside this very window. It’s a good idea but it needs to be a less high profile case than that.’ He fiddled with the bomb as he spoke knowing that if he even slightly put pressure on one area it could explode. He smiled at the excitement of the danger he was putting himself and Sebastian in. He doubted that Seb even knew the damage that would occur if he slipped up.
Screw Loose
“Of course I did, sir. I did it a few days ago.” He let his shoulders relax a bit. “It was easy.” It wasn’t the hardest job Seb had been given by Jim but it was interesting. He’d made sure to put it under one of his false identities, of course. Using his real name would blow the entire operation, unlike with the situation with the burning building.
“Isn’t there anything else that needs done?”
There was one thing Sebastian could do but he had been saving that job for himself. He thought about it for a moment and decided that seeing what he would be doing to Seb over the next few months he would be granted this opportunity to be happy and entertained.
‘Find me a recipient of this’ He said lifting up the small bomb between his index finger and thumb. He smiled as he looked at his creation.
Screw Loose
Sebastian took in his boss’s appearance. It wasn’t as he usually dressed - well, not as expensive. “I was wondering if you had an assignment or something?” He tried not to make his desperation noticeable. He didn’t like showing weakness to Jim. It was like he was the tiger and, by showing even a tiny bit of weakness, you’d be dead in an instant. Plus, Seb didn’t want to be thought of as weak, it would be just like someone who spent hours in front of a mirror to look good being called ugly.
He stood still, hands by his side, keeping his face clear of any emotion. He didn’t want Jim deducing anything by his actions or a brief twitch of his eye.
Jim smirked slightly at Seb’s attempts to hide any emotion, he knew from experience the more one attempted to conceal such things the more transparent they became. Therefore the eagerness on the sniper’s face was as visible as the bomb on the desk. ‘Not yet Sebby.’ He said returning to his usual demeanour, the iciness blown away by the humour of Seb begging for a job. ‘Have you managed to get that degree in Law and the position at the Old Bailey yet?’ He asked. He hoped the other man had as this was imperative to his next venture and when Seb came to ask for work he had usually finished everything else but there was always the chance he had missed something.
