Jim's p.o.v
It had been three days since I faked that nightmare. Sebby is sooooo gullible. Maybe that's why I love him. Things have been pretty normal work wise. You know killing people, robbing banks, a bit of blackmail, you know, the usual. But at home we've turned completely domestic. When I'm cooking he will hug me from behind. When I'm getting stressed he'll kiss my cheek. We've been sharing my room. He's so cute when he sleeps! I made an enemy in the past years before Sebby and I got together. His name is Sherlock. Speaking of which there's something I need to do. I leave a note on the coffee table. It goes:
Dearest Sebastian,
I'm sorry to say that there is a good chance that I might not come home tonight. My entire life has been about work, and even now that I have found love, work comes first. I'm obsessed. Obsessed with the game. My obsession is too much to just forget, so I fear I must again put my life on the line, but this time I am almost certain I will not survive. Be strong Tiger. I love you but my one true enemy must be destroyed. Sherlock is TOAST.
-love,
Jim
I really hope he's smart. I placed the other note in the toaster. It'll be so much easier if he finds it. Now it's time to go see my brother.
At exactly 4 o'clock a man in a fedora sits at my table in the little café I picked to meet in.
"Hey Jim."
"Charlie! How good to see you!"
"Yeah what is it you need?"
"Do you remember the day you said you'd die for me?" My identical twin brother eyed me suspiciously.
"That was ten years ago."
"Look. Charlie. I have an enemy."
"When don't you?"
"I need you to go on to the roof of Saint Bart's hospital and talk to him. I'm going to give you an earpiece so you can say everything I would say."
"Why can't you do this?"
"Because you will either have to blow your brains out with this," I handed him a pistol under the table.
"Or you will be pushed or pulled of the roof." He looked at me with a grave expression.
"What's in it for me?"
"Your wife and children will have everything they ever could have wanted, they will never need again." Charlie thought for a minute.
"I'll do it."
Sebastian's p.o.v
I got home at about noon. Jim sent me out to find a witness from our latest robbery and make sure they drowned in their swimming pool before they could go to court. I put the weighted chains back in the box Jim keeps the stuff like this in. He calls it the box of tricks. On the coffee table there is a note. Probably another love letter. Jim always leaves these on the table for me when he goes out. I absolutely love them. I flipped it open expecting to see some of the many loving words he's ever used, but this time was different. I had to read it five times before it finally sunk in. I hadn't even realized I was crying until I saw stains on the paper. How could he? Why would he? Hadn't I told him I loved him enough? I thought I did. Was I too clingy? I locked myself in the bedroom. I grabbed a pillow from his side of the bed and hugged it tight to my chest, bringing my knees up. I re-read the note over and over again. Finally I got out of bed to lock the door and turn out the lights. It was a bit hot in the bedroom so I opened the windows. I cried for hours before pushing my face into the pillow I was holding onto for dear life. It still smelled like Jim. After a while of trying to sleep I got out of bed and went to the dresser. Jim usually hides my cigarettes in his sock drawer. I promised I'd quit but it doesn't matter now. Jim's gone. I only smoked one before going to the bathroom to wash up for bed. I took two sleeping pills before stumbling back to bed and crying myself to sleep.
I awoke to the sun streaming through the open windows. Everything was fine for about two seconds before the memories of last night's events came flooding back into my brain. Jim was gone and not coming back. A fresh set of tears rolled down my cheeks, but unlike last night's uncontrollable, noisy sobbing, they were tears of acceptance. Accepting that Jim was gone, and I'm going to have to live with it. I won't let the game destroy me like it did Jim. I rolled out of bed, not even bothering to check the time. I walked past the mirror and did a double take. The not shaven part of my hair was a tangled blonde mess, I grew a light stubble along with a barely noticeable mustache. My cheeks were stained with tears and my eyes had dark circles underneath them. I was a mess. Still in my clothes from yesterday I walked into the kitchen. I really needed some coffee. I heated up the kettle before pouring the hot water into the cup with the instant coffee mix. Jim used to tease me for making sure we always had instant coffee, but it was the only kind I would drink. I usually take sugar in my coffee but today I drank it black. I didn't wait for it to cool, and the hot coffee burnt my tastebuds but I didn't care. I finished my coffee and washed out the mug. What now? My stomach growled, I'd make some toast. I pulled two pieces of bread out of the cupboard before walking over to the toaster. I went to put the bread in the slots when I saw I piece of paper halfway sticking out. My heart fluttered as I pulled it out and saw it was from Jim. I eagerly read it even though I knew it wouldn't change anything. I saw it on the internet. The newest news headline, JAMES MORIARTY AND SHERLOCK HOLMES SUICIDE. The note goes:
Sebastian,
You may or may not have seen the news yet but it would appear that I'm dead. Yes I said appear. I'm not dead. It was my twin brother Charlie who died. I should be home about noon. I'm sorry to scare you and I love you.
-Jim
He was alive? My heart fluttered into overdrive. I wanted to be mad that he had caused me so much pain but I couldn't. I was just so relived. My baby is coming home, and I'm never letting him go again.
