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Prompting Part XXXV
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You Were My First - Part 1a/5
(Anonymous) 2014-08-09 03:56 am (UTC)(link)“He’s la-a-te,” Jim Moriarty sing-songed, propping his feet up on his desk and flipping through texts on his mobile. A Manila folder tumbled to the floor, scattering its precious documents. Jim didn’t bother retrieving them. Just some drivel concerning Iranian arms deals; vastly unimportant.
Sebastian Moran shot him an miffed look from his seat by the window --an expression that Jim would’ve murdered anyone else over-- but was too wise to comment. He returned to his book, A Scanner Darkly by some American author. Jim couldn’t comprehend Sebastian’s sudden interest in the man’s written works, and it both intrigued and annoyed him.
"If he doesn’t show, I blame you,” Jim said, attempting to elicit some kind of response. “You’re the one who bullied me into this.”
This was, in fact, true. Living life without fucking over Sherlock Holmes was tiresome, and it had become difficult not to simply pop on over to Baker St. and have a cuppa and a nice chat with the precious Mrs. Hudson. Just imagining the looks of horror on Sherlock and his pet, Watson’s, faces when they came home and saw him in their sitting room made him absolutely giddy.
But no, it would’ve been much too soon after their last meeting. A little suspense never hurt anybody. The problem was, even skewering the Ice Man’s plans had lost much of its entertainment value, and he had found himself recalcitrant when dealing with new clients, preferring to stew dangerously in his own boredom.
The problem with people, Jim thought, was that they all considered themselves to be sooo interesting; especially the wannabe criminals who hired him because they were too cowardly or inept to take care of their own shite.
“You need something to keep your mind occupied, or you’re going to go mental,” Sebastian stated gruffly, grey eyes peeking over the top of his book for a moment before disappearing.
“I’m already completely insane,” Jim sniped immediately.
Sebastian laughed, looking up briefly at Jim’s face to make sure he wasn’t offended. “Well, you’re going to drive me mental. All you do is watch surveillance footage of Holmes and-”
“Aw, don’t be jealous, sweetheart,” Jim interrupted. “You know you're daddy's favourite.”
The glare Sebastian sent him was delicious and Jim grinned impishly at him.
Before things had a chance to escalate, Jim heard the faint squeak of shoes on vinyl outside the door to his office. This was soon followed by a knock. Jim settled back into his seat with an aggravated sigh, reluctantly tucking his phone away. "Entrer!” he trilled.
Daniel Green didn’t just walk into Jim’s office; he sauntered in, looking far too smug and suave for a man who was five minutes late to their appointment. It would have been more impressive had it been genuine instead of an act. Nervous anxiety practically radiated from the man. Jim could read it with ease from the fresh worry lines decorating his forehead down to the sweaty fingerprints he'd left while tying his shoes. To show his displeasure at the man's tardiness, Jim maintained a stolid expression in the face of the faux-apologetic smile he received. Green’s pretentious smile faltered at Jim’s non-reaction and he dithered near the door-frame, swinging his arms like a Neanderthal as he waited for Jim to speak.
He was quite a handsome fellow, Jim couldn't fail to notice; a rugby player by the look of him - probably exquisitely muscled under that three-piece suit. His neatly combed dark hair and golden-brown eyes were complimented by an artfully stubbled visage and perfectly tanned skin. He was every adolescent girl’s pretty-boy dream. Exactly how Jim had figured he’d look. It was quite disappointing.
Jim wouldn’t have bothered with him at all if the young man's father hadn’t been the CEO of BAE Systems. The war in Afghanistan and Iraq had benefited their company greatly, and Sebastian had been eager to get in good with them.
You Were My First - Part 1b/5
(Anonymous) 2014-08-09 04:01 am (UTC)(link)"Y-es, of course. I mean, I’m going to sit, thank you." Green closed the door behind him, a little too hard. It shut with a sharp snap, ruffling the loose papers littering the floor. Green cringed a little, trying valiantly to hold Jim's gaze as he took the seat opposite.
Jim waited for Green to finish fidgeting and fix his eyes more steadily on Jim's, before asking in a higher-pitched tone than before: "Well... what d’ya need?" He savoured Green's bewildered expression at the sudden shift. Priceless, truly.
Green shifted in his seat once more, crossing an ankle across his thigh, surreptitiously wiping his hands on his neatly pressed trousers. "Ummmm..." sweat beaded on his upper lip.
"I can't work with 'ummmm'," Jim stated. His well of patience, which had begun to ebb at the man's lateness, was now almost entirely non-existent.
Green reddened, eyes narrowing in anger as though Jim was a nasty teacher who had reprimanded him for giving a stupid answer. "Three-hundred-thousand pounds," he muttered, glancing over at Sebastian, whose nose was still buried deeply in his novel.
"You need me to loan you that amount?" Jim asked incredulously, voice thick with feigned ignorance.
"No! That's the price for the job I need you to do," Green stated obviously. Now that he was talking money, confidence (or was that pride?) had crept into his voice. For some reason it rankled Jim.
"Ahhhh, well, you see Dan," Jim said slowly, "I don't care about the money... though, for a man of your status, it is insultingly low." Anger coursed through him suddenly like a hit of quality blow to a junkie's nervous system. He saw Sebastian shift out of his peripheral, closing the book on his index finger, always so attuned to Jim's emotional state. He was surprisingly observant for a normal person. Normal, but not typical; definitely nothing as atrocious as that.
"Tell me what you want me to do for you," Jim commanded, pronouncing each word distinctly. “We’ll discuss payment later.” He waved his fingers dismissively.
Green planted both feet firmly on the floor, leaning forward, shoulders hunched and wiping the sweat from his upper lip. All false bravado had evaporated. "What about him?" he asked, looking pointedly at Sebastian.
"Think of him as furniture," Jim said flipping his hand carelessly in Sebastian's direction.
"Right." Green cleared his throat before continuing. "There's this video," he murmured quietly, clearly trying to keep his words from reaching Sebastian despite Jim's dismissal of him. "One of my mate's, he got blasted and posted it online. He deleted it later, but it was downloaded a bunch of times. If it's found by the wrong people, charges might be pressed and..." he trailed off, gazing uncertainly at Jim.
Jim frowned, wanting to scream in frustration, perhaps overturn the desk or snatch Sebastian's precious book away and chuck it out the window. It was so fucking trivial!
Yet, helping the idiot would be easy money, complete with an excellent chance for blackmail at a later date. Why not do it?
"What does the video contain?" Jim asked, fingers drumming restlessly again.
Nearly forty seconds of silence followed the question as Green struggled to word his answer. Just as Jim was about to grab his lapels and shake the ever-living piss out of him, he spoke.
"A group of friends and I hired a couple strippers, and we took turns filming them on my friends phone." Embarrassment coloured his face. "We took turns." Green's eyes found the floor and seemed unlikely to move.
"You fucked them?" Jim inquired, smirking at the way Green twitched at his crude choice of verb.
"Y-yes, but it wasn't..." Green rubbed the back of his neck, appearing wide-eyed and shocked. It didn't improve his looks.
"Wasn't what?" Jim prompted quirking an eyebrows.
"It wasn't entirely consensual," Green admitted slowly.
You Were My First - Part 1c/5
(Anonymous) 2014-08-09 04:08 am (UTC)(link)"By not entirely consensual, you mean you and your friends raped them?" Jim asked tonelessly, mind entirely blank for once.
"Yeah," Green breathed shakily, sounding relieved at not having been the one to verbalize the word. "They were only...you know... what they were, but if someone sees it -a rival of my dad's company, or someone else- my family could be ruined." Appearing close to tears now, he looked pleadingly up at Jim, shoulders hunched, clearly waiting for him to offer up some sympathy and reassurance.
Jim's hands curled into fists, nails biting deeply into his palms. His eyes burned and his smile curled into a grimace of hatred. "Get out," he hissed
"What?" Green gasped, entirely taken-aback. "Are you going to do it?"
Jim stood so fast his chair toppled and he slammed his hands hard upon the desk in front of him with a resounding bang. Green jumped from his seat, horrified. "Leave, now," Jim commanded. His body and voice trembled as he spoke.
Green's eyes flicked from Jim to (a now standing) Sebastian, then back to Jim once more. "I don't think you fully comprehend-"
"Leave before I kill you," Jim hissed venomously.
Green, now deathly pale, stumbled backwards to the door and let himself out. Jim waited until the sound of his harried footsteps faded to nothingness before bending down and picking up his chair. There were streaks of blood on his desk and he stared uncomprehendingly at the crescents his nails had dug into his palms.
He still felt sick and light tremors periodically wracked his frame. Cold sweat beaded on his brow and wet his underarms. He swiped away the sweat on his forehead with the back of his hand.
"Boss, Jim," Sebastian said gently, causing Jim to cringe.
"What?" he snapped, feeling shaken.
Sebastian said nothing, but his calloused fingers pressed a tissue into Jim's hands.
Jim didn't thank him, he just cleaned the blood from the shallow cuts, folded the cloth and wiped down the table. At least he hadn't bled too heavily. He crushed the tissue in his fist and tossed it into the waste-basket
"Not trying to complain, but we really could've used him," Sebastian said after a prolonged pause. It would've been impossible for the most simple-minded individual to miss the curiosity present in Sebastian’s voice.
Jim twisted around and lunged forward until their faces were less than two inches apart. "I don't give a shit about some snotty CEO's prick son!" he snarled.
Sebastian didn't flinch away. He just stared dispassionately into Jim's eyes, and then shrugged as if it was no biggie. "Whatever you say, boss."
There was tiniest hint of derision placed on the word 'boss'. Given his current mood, Jim could have snapped Sebastian's neck for the slight. Instead Jim glared hard at him, then leaned in and kissed the tip of his nose.
“Irene Adler'll be in soon," he growled before flinging himself back into his seat, cupping his elbows in his palms and rubbing them soothingly. She'd better be in soon anyway, or she might as well consider herself a corpse.
Re: You Were My First - Part 1c/5
(Anonymous) 2014-08-09 11:04 am (UTC)(link)Re: You Were My First - Part 1c/5
(Anonymous) 2014-08-11 02:19 am (UTC)(link)