Sebastian stood in Jim's doorway. He was a tall muscular man. Jim's lean, long body looked small compared to Sebastian. The sniper smiled at Jim.
"Hey, Boss," he smirked, blocking Jim's path. "Your missing something aren't you?" The man smirked. Jim crossed his arms. He knew he was missing something, but he couldn't place it and he would never admit to Sebastian that he was incorrect. And certainly never that he had lost something; not when Sebastian knew what was missing.
"Shut your cake hole, Sebby!" He replied trying to push past the sniper. Jim gave the blonde a look of pure acid as Sebastian ruffled his perfectly slicked jet black hair.
"Sebastian....." Jim warned looking sideways at his flatmate. The blonde smirked.
"No. Not until you figure it out. It should I call Sherlock?" He smirked. Jim gave him a dirty look.
"You wouldn't dare!"
Sebby smirked. "Oh I just might." He pulled his cellphone from his pocket. He pulled up text messages and typed a short one:
Come if convenient. It's urgent.
-M
He flashed the phone to his partner. Jim squinted his eyes trying to read it, but he wouldn't admit it. He finally realized that his contacts were gone. He had come home and taken them out. That's why he needed to get to his room. Sebastian had been stalling him. The consulting criminal gave the sniper a look that would have given anyone but him nightmares.
"Give them back, Moran!"
Sebastian laughed. "Woah! what happened to first name basis?"
Jim pushed past his friend, yes Sebastian was his friend. Or the closest thing the man had to one. Sebastian easily could have held him back but he had Jim's contacts hidden well. He practically stepped to the side and Jim nearly tripped. Sebastian reached out to catch him, caught himself, and shoved his partner playfully. Jim made a face.
He walked to his dresser and opened the drawer where he kept his contacts. In its place was an old Colt revolver. Jim didn't recognize the model. Most likely it ha been modified to fit Sebastian's need as could hardly be called a proper colt any longer. He picked up the pistol and found a note scribbled in a messy attempt to be legible:
This is your warning. You know what I want.
Jim picked up the note and tore it in half.
"No, Sebastian." He said simply crossing his thin arms. Sebastian smirked pulled a pack of cigarettes from inside his jacket and a lighter. He lit one and held it in his teeth replacing the pack in his jacket. He took the cigarette and puffed smoke in Jim's general direction.
"This never ends well..." Jim said with a slight threat in his voice. Sebby just smiled. He pulled something else out of his pocket. Jim shook his head.
"You know the answer, Sebastian." He shrugged.
"Then Sherlock is getting a profession of your love!" The blonde man ran a hand through his messy hair and smiled. Jim felt a small eve of shock. It would be panic. But the worlds only consulting criminal didn't feel panic. Never. Sebastian walked in a circle around Jim and leaned with crossed arms against his bed post.
"Just put on the glasses!" He said as if it was obvious. Jim narrowed his eyes. He lunged at the sniper and pinned him to the wall.
"Give me my contacts!" He snarled, looking up at his prey. Sebby smiled and received a smart hit in the face. Sebastian smiled and leaned forward kissing Jim softly on the cheek. Jim shoved him hard against the wall.
"Don't distract me! Give them back!"
"Fine boss!" He smiled and slide the glasses on the shorter man's face. The small back wire frames made his cheek bones look strong and thin. And slightly magnifying his perfect dark eyes, making his glare just a little more intense. Jim smacked Sebastian again, but he caught the blow before it could be landed. He used Jim's arm for leverage and turned, pinning him to the wall with his arm above his head.
"Sebastian!" He yelled. "Let me go or I'll burn the flat down!"
Sebastian smiled and looked down at his new prisoner.
"You should wear your glasses more often." He said letting go if the shorter man. Jim rolled his eyes, but saw his contact case in Sebastian's pocket. As he turned Jim jumped on top of him and they both fell hard; Sebastian on his back and Jim on top. Jim straddled his comrade's hips, pinning his arms to his sides. Jim grabbed his contacts and patted Sebastian on the cheek.
"Nice try, Sebby." He smirked and stood, sliding the contacts back into the drawer in his dresser.
But he left his glasses on.
