Playing Games With The Devil - A Sherlock Fanfiction

Chapter eighteen: Crossfire

I take the lift up to Sebastian's room and knock this time instead of just walking in. He opens the door hastily, a somewhat surprised look appears on his face when he sees me. "What do you want?" Sebastian asks. "I just paid a visit to the morgue. That was your handiwork, wasn't it?" I say, following him into the room. "Why? Plan to give me a speech on proper morality?" He asks, sarcasm evident in his tone. "No, I think it's pretty clear I don't really give a damn about morals. I'm just curious as to what it's like to be someone's bitch."

Sebastian tenses up but says nothing. "At least you're not denying it." I add during his silence. "You have no idea what you're talking about." Sebastian says trying very hard to seem indifferent. "Jim says jump, you ask how high. Jim says murder this person for me, you ask gun or knife. I could go on and on but I think you get the point. It's all a glorified game of Simon says." I tell him.

"Well then I guess that makes you no different than me. 'Meet me at Blackfriars bridge, get arrested for me at Buckingham palace, come to Italy with me, murder a family.' Pray tell me, what's next? Would you do anything he asked of you? Be it criminal acts or perhaps more carnal matters." Sebastian says, with a flare of amusement in his eyes. "Would you?" I ask. The expression on his face changes in an instant. "It would be wise, Brooklyn, if you would learn to keep that pretty little mouth of yours shut."

"It seems I've hit a nerve, my apologies." I say sarcastically. "Why'd you come here? And don't say it's because of some dead body in a morgue, you're smart enough to figure out I did it without having to ask me. So why?" He asks. I don't have an answer. Honestly, I don't know why I wanted I wanted to see Sebastian. The body seemed like a liable excuse but I should have known he would see right through that.

Sebastian is looking at me as if still waiting for an answer. "I'll tell you why I'm here if you tell me what you meant the other night." I say, thinking back to his words. "Which part?" Sebastian asks glancing around the room as if he's avoiding looking at me. "I don't know, all of it?" I tell him. "Well to answer a previous question, I would do anything James Moriarty asked of me. And eventually you're going to become my next assignment, unless you leave. I've thought it over multiple times and that's the only way we can both escape this. Leave, go into hiding where even he can't find you and never come back." Sebastian says very sternly.

"You want me to leave? Before you wanted me to buddy up to Moriarty and 'ditch the detective' as you put it. Why the sudden change in mind?" I ask curiously. "I realised that wouldn't be enough. As you said, everyone will eventually lose their value when it comes to him. Staying here in London is ensuring your own death. It's basically suicide." He tells me. "Then why don't you leave if you really feel that way. Why stay here knowing he'll eventually kill you?" I ask with conviction. "It's different for me." Sebastian replies. "Ok, whatever. I don't plan on arguing. But just know this, I'm not going anywhere. Unlike Irene Adler I don't need Sherlock Holmes hiding me away somewhere safe, I'm perfectly capable of handling Moriarty on my own." I say before I even realise the mistake I have just made.

"What do you mean by hiding her away? Irene Adler is still alive?" He asks with some confusion in his voice. I stumbled acros information on Adler completely by mistake a few years ago. Sherlock would absolutely kill me if he found out I just told Moriarty's right hand man the truth about how he saved her.

"You must've heard me wrong, that's not who I'm talking about." I tell him in a lame attempt to correct myself. Sebastian smiles at the distressed look on my face. "You're a terrible liar." He says. "Not usually." I admit. "So it's only when I'm around then. I must be one hell of a distraction." Sebastian jokes. "You're going to tell him about Irene aren't you?" I ask, already knowing the answer. "I never knew you were so fond of her." He said comically.