Sebastian Moran was having a bad day.

There was not a part of it he could even consider acceptable. He was forced to take a job he didn't want to do, where his finger had an unfortunate run-in with some garden shears and almost found themselves missing a body, he was considered and eye witness for a crime he committed on this very same job and now, to top it off, his over-emotional criminal "boyfriend/whatever this is" was yelling his ass off about some other botched job that he frankly did not care about. Everything seemed to keep spiraling downward.

Nevertheless, He was hopeful. He had walked through the door hoping that Jim was in the quick dinner and sex before bed mood, but he walked into the flat the man had been pacing back and forth at a feverish pace, throwing whatever he could fit into this hands in random directions. Sebastian sank into his chair more hoping that he could fall deeper and deeper into the cushions and hide there until tomorrow, or at least till Jim got took his rant into his study. Another glass hit the wall and Sebastian pinched the bridge of his nose

It was going to be a long night.

"Why is it so hard to find competent workers? It was a simple kidnapping!" Moriarty spoke has paced up and down the living room waving his arms over his head in an exaggerated display of displeasure.

"Honestly, What was so hard about getting a old woman into a car?" He continued, emphasizing his point by using his hands to demonstrating the simplicity of the task. His left hand balled into a fist represented the car and his right, in the shape of a bunny, was the woman being put into the car. The car stayed in a stationary point while the woman bounced over to the car and got in.

He looked at Sebastian expecting some sort of reply to help fuel his rant but just received a shrug and a blank stare. Jim's head oscillated from side to side while he toyed with the idea of throwing another glass at the snipers head before he continued.

"I only hire the best and if this was the best the world had to offer I might as well do everything myself," he sneered as he downed another drink.

His men had gone to capture an older woman when she bit down on one of their fingers and the others, being the loyal men they were, checked to see he was okay. There were three men there. So, one man was injured and the other two of them decided to tend to his "wounds" while the woman ran away screaming. Now, they would have to try to find a way to get to her while she had 24-hour police surveillance and no doubt would spending most of her time inside her home. It was probably his fault for not sending Sebastian to deal with the pick up in the first place but Sebastian had thing about hits on older ladies, it took forever for him to even accept his job today, and three men should had been able to push one elderly women into a van. Now, there was a rather unhappy client who was still very intent on having the job completed.

"Their loyalty to one another is sweet." Jim faked a look of admiration on his face "It really is. Sickeningly so. I can't wait till I make them kill each other tomorrow for their complete and utter stupidity."

Sebastian couldn't exactly tell if Jim was kidding or if he was simply venting but he decided against bringing it up.

Moriarty poured himself a glass of whiskey and drained it once again in his frustration. Then, he looked at Sebastian closely, finally noticing the dishelved state he was in and most notably his heavily bandaged finger and hand.

"Oh no. Do not tell me you fucked up your job too?"

The sniper looked up at the man before him and, choosing his next words carefully, he opened his mouth

"The target is dead." Sebastian said simply, hoping that would be enough for his boss.

Jim just continued to stare at him, arms crossed and not moving, and Sebastian sighed in defeat

"-But when I grabbed her, she used her garden shears to try and cut my hand and get free. And when she did she ran outside into her garden screaming and then I took out my gun and shot her. And since it was obvious that someone had heard her screaming I made it seem as if I had run into the garden to help and called the cops."

Jim smiled and clapped his hands. The sarcasm practically bleeding through his actions.

"Oh bravo Sebby dearest but what are you going to do when the cops realize you told them the wrong information and know what you look like? Your scars aren't exactly a fashion statement you know and you ARE an ex colonel but I suspect that is my job now? God Sebastian you're lucky you're a good shot and a good fuck otherwise you would have been put back in the gutter a long time ago."

At those last words Sebastian looked up at his boss, the hurt obvious is his eyes. Sebastian wasn't the one for touchy feely emotions but lately he's it felt like Jim was warming up to him. Not quite love, he couldn't love this man, but definitely more than "a good fuck". He erased the thoughts from his head and quickly returned to his blank and brooding expression.

But Moriarty did not miss a beat.

"Oh no. Moran. Have you gone soft on me? How pathetic. Honestly, I could replace you in a heartbeat and you will do well to remember that." Jim stared down at Sebastian with a haughty look on his face waiting for the snipers anger. He loved to press the sniper's buttons because sometimes he was just oh so emotional

But the anger never came.

Sebastian sat calmly in his chair seemingly unfazed by the attack, carefully nursing the drink in his hand, but in that moment Sebastian swore he wanted nothing more than to wring the smaller man's neck like a towel, throw him out a window, and walk away. He deserved more than this. So he looked the Irish man dead in the eye, shrugged, and said,

"Fine. That's fine. Go do it."

He then collected his jacket and wallet, and left. He needed a drink and if his boss needed him—which he apparently did not—he knew exactly where to find him. There was only one bar he went to since what felt like forever to Sebastian

Sebastian sat in the bar for no more than an hour when his (ex?) boss began to text him

"No one said you can leave Sebastian. You better get here now before I have you killed ~ JM"

"Sebby dearest, Come home and we overlook tonight's unfortunate events ~JM"

"Sebastian Moran I don't have time for your bullshit ~JM"

"Tiger, If you think I am going to apologize you are dreadfully wrong ~JM"

"Come. Home. Now. ~JM"

Sebastian turned off his phone and sighed, ordering another drink. Jim had said it himself he did not need him so he would fine being alone for one night. Even though the idea did not sit completely well in his gut Sebastian wished the Jim would go and find someone else. Then maybe Sebastian could back to just having a damn good shot and a bottle of whiskey. Where he didn't need to worry about whether not he should get Moriarty a present for his birthday or to send a text saying that he'd be coming home late at night. Maybe Moriarty would even realize how good he had it with Sebastian.

The relationship between him and Jim had so many fuzzy abstract lines it was hard to tell where he stood. One moment the smaller man was asleep in his arms and sending him texts every three minutes asking when'd he be home or where he was and the next they were sleeping in separate rooms and Sebastian suddenly had seemingly random jobs that could take weeks to finish. It was like the man wanted him and then was trying to push him away at the same time.

He entertained his thoughts until a blue-eyed brunette came and took the seat next him. He turned towards her and raised two fingers in greeting. She wasn't especially beautiful but she would do if he needed a distraction. She smiled and immediately began chatting him up about the college she's going to which he really couldn't care less about, but he allowed it to fill the dead space in his head. Usually, he would have bypassed all this talking and driven the girl to the nearest ratty motel so he could get off, but tonight he felt so drained. He was not in the mood to drill a pretty young thing into the headboard but he wasn't in the mood to deny any advances either. So, the brunette, Janet, Janelle or whatever her name happened to be, got drunk and draped herself all over him, whispering in his ear and petting him through his pants while his mind wandered in and out.

Jim walked into the bar, still angry, but hoping Sebastian hadn't drunk himself into another person's bed making it that much harder to find his sniper. He had made that threat as in impulse but did not particularly want to go through the trouble of finding someone else because quite honestly there were a small few people that could put up him the way Sebastian could while also being an efficient enough worker. There was also the added bonus of Sebastian himself who was a passionate lover and one of the few people he found interesting.

After a few seconds of surveying the bar, he saw his sniper with a brunette who was practically throwing herself at him long limbs wrapped around his neck, her face annoyingly close to his. There was a strange tightness in his chest as he stared at Sebastian, close to charging over there and shooting the broad in the head, but upon taking one more look at Sebastian and nearly laughed at the half-assed interest he was giving her.

Now it was time to push some more buttons.

He scanned the bar for no more than a few seconds before he found his target. Disgustingly drunk and eyeing him like a piece of meat. Perfect. Jim smiled and walked casually over to the man, making sure he was in Sebastian line of sight and casting pseudo-nervous smiles at the man before him. He smiled, winked at the man, and even allowed the drunk to place a hand on his thigh. And when he was sure Sebastian was watching he leaned forward and kissed the man wrapping his arms around his neck.

Sebastian watched Jim carefully out of the corner of his eye as soon as he started walking over to the bar. He almost smiled thinking maybe the man did care a little but that notion quickly vanished when he began to flirt with a very blonde and very drunk man who had been eyeing every single person in the bar hoping someone would hop on his dick. He watched as Jim touched him arm and laughed earnestly and shyly as the man began to feel his thighs. Then, he kissed the man. Sebastian nearly dropped his glass in surprise. Moriarty had wrapped his arms around the mans neck and kiss him full on the mouth then let himself be dragged out of the bar probably to some ratty hotel room.

Sebastian pushed the girl off him with a sigh and began walking to the exit leaving and upset girl huffing in his wake. He stepped outside, turned on his phone and let the cold air nip at the exposed skin of his face as he began walking back to the flat. Suddenly, he was very much aware of how much he actually felt for the man and was also very aware of how fed up he was.

Jim came stumbling back into his flat just as 3 am hit, slamming the door behind him. He stepped into the flat surprised that Sebastian wasn't in the living room, half asleep and drunk, watching some crappy television show while he waited for Jim to come home like he usually did when they had disagreements. He made his way to their shared bedroom. Empty. Standing there in the room, confused and mulling over in his head where Sebastian could have possibly gone he began to pace around the room, till he saw Sebastian's phone on the bed. The screen was cracked but it was obvious what had been looked at beforehand. It was a picture of Jim with his lips around a large hairy member and a hand was fisted in his hair.

Jim frowned at the picture. It had not been one of the most pleasurable nights he had ever had. Never one to turn down rough sex Jim endured the bruising touches but this man had treated him as if he were a blow up doll making it even harder to get a picture to taunt Sebastian with. The man, of course was being dealt with now by a few men who needed some redeeming. He turned the phone over in his had a few times while he continued to think when he noticed some words scrawled across the back of the phone.

"I quit XOXO ~ SM"