Hello! You can call me Sebastian. I'm 19 year old who is pan and genderqueer, and I blog about consulting criminals, Sherlock, Cabin Pressure, Doctor Who, Supernatural, Avengers and sometimes other random stuff, like Star Trek and Star Trek TNG. Though Mostly Sherlock. Feel free to drop me an ask! ((especially if you're from MA because I swear there is no one in this fucking state)) I love hearing from people. Hugs to you all!
<<You've killed Sebastian Moran.>> Watson said quietly. <<It was a matter of national security. However, I was caught doing it.>> You spread the photos out on the table. <<No one is supposed to know about my position under Mycroft. Moriarty plans to use these-->> <<To expose you.>> Sherlock interjected. <<Precisely. Although why he hasn't just killed me I'm not sure.>> <<That would be too simple. Moriarty likes to play games.>> Sherlock answered, a small smile creeping onto his lips.
Sherlock bent over and fingered the wax seal, furrowing his brow before emptying the contents onto the table. Watson leaned over to look and gasped. <<I know,>> you whispered, <<murder is not the prettiest thing to see photographed. However, as you can plainly see, the person who is dead is the one Moriarty cares for the most.>> Both men looked up from the photos immediately. <<And I,>> you looked straight at both of them, <<Was the one who killed him.>>
<<I'm quite sure we can.>> answered Sherlock, eyes still fixed on you. <<Excellent.>> you whispered, breathing a sigh of relief. After a moment's hesitation, you laid the black envelope on the table, the JM in full view. <<As you probably know by now, I work for your brother, Mycroft.>> You began, <<I had a special mission in particular, one that was meant to be done entirely in secret. However, I messed it up, as you can see by this envelope.>>
<<Pleased to meet you.>> you said nervously, taking a seat where Dr. Watson offered one. <<As you know, I'm being blackmailed.>> You looked straight at Sherlock, who was staring at you quite intently. <<...Of course,>> you continued, <<it's really complicated. Can you help me?>>
<<Of course we have a client.>> Said the first man, who was rather cold-looking, with dark hair and, frankly, beautiful eyes, <<She made an appointment.>> The second man, softer in looks but who had definitely been through some rough times, smiled at you as he stood up to shake your hand. <<Welcome.>> He gestured towards himself, <<I'm Dr. Watson, and this>> he waved his hand towards the other, <<is Sherlock Holmes.>>
The door opened after what felt like an eternity, and you were greeted by an older woman. <<Oh! You must be here to consult with the boys.>> She smiled, <<I'm Mrs. Hudson. Come with me dear, no need to be nervous. They're right upstairs.>> You nod silently, following her up to the second floor. She opened the door to what would only qualify as a messy, albeit very nice, flat. Two heads lifted as Mrs. Hudson announced, <<You have a client!>>
Shaking your head to dismiss the horrid memory, you glanced up to your left and realized you had made it to your destination. Glancing at your phone again, you sighed with relief. <<I'm right on time.>> You grabbed the doorknocker and took a deep breath before announcing your presence at 221B Baker Street -- home of Sherlock Holmes and Dr. John Watson.
<<How could I have been so stupid?>> You thought, biting your lower lip. <<How could I have let this happen?>> You shivered as you remembered the complete and utter terror you felt when you opened the black envelope that came in the mail -- the nervousness already reaching your fingers as you pealed away the wax seal that contained only the initials JM.
You made your way down the street silently, your head down. What you were doing now was not in your original plans, but ever since yesterday... well, you absolutely needed help solving this problem. Blackmail is never something to try and solve on your own. Especially this kind.
You looked around you as you proceeded down the steps, adding yourself to the throng of people crowding the sidewalk. You glanced down at your mobile phone to check the time -- perfect. You still had twenty minutes -- plenty of time to get to where you needed to be.