Heartache | Jim Moriarty

Jim Moriarty, hiii

Sebastian picked me up with a really expensive looking car, just like the ones Mycroft sent me to meetings with. But instead of a chauffeur , Sebastian drove on his own.

"So you're a suit person?" Sebastian asked once I was settled. It wasn't an insult, of course. But it felt like one. Some men in the office talked shit because I wasn't wearing a skirt like Anthea.
"I am. It's classy." and it covered my scars.

"I have the feeling you and Jim will get along just fine. He's the house owner, by the way." well, that sounds promising. "He's your boss, right?, and friend?"

"Yes, I work for him. But it's build on friendship, not the other way around." I noticed the change in his voice, the serious edge to it. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to dig.
Because if he's working for Jim, and Sebastian was a sniper, they could be high class criminals, or just some powerful Government people. Or killer, but that wasn't possible, right?

"That's nice. I really hope to get on Mycroft's good side, too."

"You already on his bad side?"

"I really don't know. We fought this morning because I'm stuck in the office, but then he assigned me to his brother. And to top the events, I had to apologize for my choice of words. Oh, and in the meanwhile, I had to sort Sherlock and his pet's finances! Calculus, Sebastian." by the end of my ramble the car stopped and Sebastian laughed warmly. 

"You should quit, that's a waste of your skill." Finally, someone who agrees! But I would get my chance, soon. I could feel it.

"We're here." oh right.

A little excited, I jumped out of the car. But what I saw nearly stopped my heart. The house wasn't a bloody house. It was a huge manor. And so, so beautiful.

I followed Sebastian to the door and got nervous. The inside must be expensive as hell.
How can one person afford such a house?

"Don't worry, You'll be fine." he said and lead me inside.  There was a bloody chandelier in the living area. 

Sebastian took of his coat and showed me around. The kitchen was very neat, like no one ever used it. And there was a piano in the back of the room.

"Can you play?" I asked, but he shook his head. "Jim can. Can you?"
Instead of answering, I sat down and carefully started to play sonata number eleven from Mozart. It wasn't my favourite, but the first thing my brain came up with.

"Excellent. But I prefer Bach." a new voice with a thick Irish accent said when I finished. Oh, shit.
I looked up startled and the guy, probably Jim, smirked. He wore an expensive suit, Westwood I could tell and was the complete opposite to Sebastian.

"I don't do Bach, last time I listened to him, I got shot." his smirk grew.

"Show her to her room." the man said and started to walk away. But he didn't get far because I yelled after him. "Why don't you do it yourself, it's your house, after all."
Sebastian's face twisted slightly, and I thought I crossed a line. But Jim stopped and watched us for a second, a perplexed expression on his face. There was no anger. "I'm a busy man, darling. But I'll make an exception." what the hell?

Jim came back and motioned for me to follow him upstairs.
"Your room is connected to your own bathroom, next to it is a study if you need one." Jim explained when we entered the rooms. My bedroom was huge, and there was a window wall with a nice view. "The study is bigger than my bloody office." I mumbled after I peeked inside, but both of them understood perfectly. Sebastian cracked a smirk.

"Sebby's bedroom is next to yours, mine is across from your study. At the end of the hall is my office, it's taboo for you. Now to the rules. No guests, no pets or anything living. We have staff for groceries and cleaning, just add your wishes to the list on the fridge. There is no rule for leaving and such, but it would be nice to mention if you leave for longer than twenty-four hours. Oh, and rent is a quarter of your pay. " Right. At least it was normal for him to use pet names. 

"I can work with that." it's not like I had friends anyway. "Good. Sebastian can answer your questions and help you with your stuff, like I said, I'm buusssyy." he sang the last part in a high-pitched voice and left, leaving me with a frown on my face. This man was something else.

I agreed to move in, and Sebastian brought me back to the hotel to get my stuff. Just like Jim said.
I wondered if Jim told him to do so because Sebastian knew me better, or if he just liked to give him orders. It was probably the latter.
"I can get someone to drive you to work tomorrow, if you want." Sebastian suggested on our way back.

It was easy to talk to him, just like the first time we met, and I secretly hoped that it would be the same with Jim. Sure, he was a bit more complex, but maybe we could get along just fine like Sebastian said.

"Nah, I'll take a cab." I hated cabs. But Mycroft would stick his nose into it, ask questions, and probably stalk them. Because that's what he does.

"Alright. Tell me if you change your mind." he smirked in knowledge, but this time I wouldn't. No, definitely not.