MorMor: A sprinkle of Westwood Suits & Sniper Rifles.

Missing

(This is kinda how I imagine Eliot looks like^^-This is Matthew Gray Gubler btw <3)

Jim's P.O.V:

"Jim." Something poked my cheek and I frowned, slowly blinking my heavy eyelids open. Seb was leaning over me, his brow furrowed in thought as he raised his index finger to poke my cheek again. I reached out and grabbed his hand before he had the chance to do it again, irritably shoving it away.

"What-" I cleared my throat, sleep still thick in my voice. "What is it?"

"Eliot's missing."

"What?" I frowned, sitting up quickly. "What do you mean by missing?"

"I mean missing. Like y'know disappeared. Vanished. Poof. Nada. Gone."

"Yes, Sebastian. I know what missing means." I sighed through gritted teeth, sitting up. If Eliot is missing, this could possibly ruin my plans for finding Seb's father...Or it could work to my advantage, depending on how Eliot went missing. Maybe he just left to go on a leisurely walk or something? Do normal people do that?

"Do you think he went back?" Seb asked softly after a moment and I felt myself frown.

"Back? To your father? Not willingly." I sighed, rubbing the headache that was beginning to throb in my frontal lobe. I was hoping I could have just slept today but it looks like fate has other plans.

I slowly stood up, stretching my aching limbs as Seb watched me with those concerned baby blues of his. His face asked me the question it always asked in these situations.

What are you planning? And can I come?

"Get dressed." I answered one of his silent questions, stripping out of my silk pyjamas (did you seriously expect anything less) and quickly swapping them for my Westwood. I still wasn't sure who I was dealing with, but I was sure as hell going to look good when I kill them. Seb followed suit, pulling a plain heather grey sweater on and a pair of black jeans. He walked over to his closet, retrieving two hand guns and his trusty sniper. I smiled fondly at him for a second, before subtly slipping a hand gun into my belt and walking downstairs.

It was immediately transparent to me that an uninvited guest had been here fairly recently. The faint specks of dirt on my cream carpet proved just as much. God, did anybody respect interior décor these days? Oh god, look at my poor beautifully tiled kitchen floor. There was evidence of a struggle, with a carton of milk spilt across the floor, completely ruining my kitchen. I wrinkled my nose in disgust as I also noticed a furry black cat lapping up the white liquid with a small pink tongue.

"Sebastian." I grunted, holding back my resentment for the cat. This was an argument for another time. And recently, time was a privilege that I lacked. "Let's go."

The blonde man nodded, silently stalking behind me as I walked out of the apartment. My eyes searched around, only noticing useless details about everything until I noticed tire tracks and what appeared to be torn fabric from a t shirt. Seb bent down, picking it up and examining it before nodding in agreement to what I'd already presumed. It was indeed one of Eliot's shirts.

"Fuck." Seb sighed and I looked at him with slight amusement.

"Fuck indeed." I unlocked my car, hopping in as Seb hesitantly got in the passenger side. He gave me a look and I frowned. "What?"

"Well Jim...This is a really nice car..."

I gave him an impassive look.

"Okay okay jeez I'm just saying..." He put his hands up in surrender. "Try not to kill us."

I smirked slightly, pushing down on the gas pedal and speeding down the street. One of Seb's hands gripped tightly onto the car seat, his knuckles going white with the strain. In all honesty, I didn't blame my poor Sebby. My driving was...questionable to say the least. However, I'd never been in a car crash so statistically...I'm a pretty good driver.

"Where are we going anyway?" Seb murmured, pulling out a cigarette.

"I thought you were trying to quit." I pointed out, grabbing the gross tar stick between two of my fingers.

"Ugh." He groaned, pulling out another. "I can't drink so at least give me this one guilty pleasure."

"Hmph." I wrinkled my nose as he lit it, taking a long drag before blowing it out the window.

"Ah." He sighed with relief and then turned to me again. "Now I can put up with your bullshit. Where are we going?"

I ground my teeth, quickly muttering. "Yourdadshouse."

"What?" He frowned, tossing the cigarette out the window.

"Your dads house." I sighed, peering at his face out of the corner of my vision. His fair eyebrows furrowed as he glanced out the window, his light eyes confused. 

"Yknow you don't have to come." I murmured softly but he quickly shook his head.

"No James. I'm coming with you...This is more my problem than yours and I gotta be there to fix it." I opened my mouth but he quickly shoved a cigarette into it, making me splutter as he continued. "Besides, who knows what kind of trouble you could get in without me."

"Except for you almost choking me!" I spat, pressing my foot down on the gas pedal and going dangerously fast. He grit his teeth together, grabbing his seat with both hands. 

"James!" 

"Sebastian!" 

"This isn't the time for your bullshit you Irish prick! Slow the fuck down!" He yelled and I smirked, knowing I had the upper hand. 

"Say you're sorry." 

"Ugh." He glared down at me as I raised an eyebrow expectantly at him. "Fine! I'm sorry you fucker, now slow down before you get us both fucking killed!" 

"Say it nicely." 

"I mean, I'm sorry, James." He groaned, looking up at the ceiling of the car. "Please slow down." 

"That's much better." I patted his head patronisingly as he glared out of the window. "Good boy." I finally slowed down, going at a normal speed. Seb visibly relaxed, slowly unclenching his jaw and letting go of the leather seat which he'd left faint claw marks in. 

"One of these days I'm gonna fucking murder you in your sleep, you know that don't you?" He hissed, his icy glare directly on me. 

"That's why I always have a weapon on me." I chirped, smiling sweetly. He rolled his eyes, his gaze returning to the window. His legs fidgeted as he tried to settle down his nerves from my reckless driving. Finally he shook his head, turning back to me.

"Enough dicking around with me now, James. Tell me what I'm gonna do when we reach my father's house." 

"Very well..." I looked at him for a moment, before sighing, the mood in the car instantly sobering up. "But you're not going to like it." 

~Author's Note~ 

I'M SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING FOR A WHILE, PLEASE FORGIVE ME *gross sobbing* I promise to update more 

~Mishamoo