Königstiger - A mormor origin fanfiction

Time Flies, But We're Hunting Fast

While Sebastian went home with a feeling of hope lightening his heart, Moriarty does not get to enjoy the same sensation.
He spends the whole night thinking about this strange guy. He just can't understand why someone would torture themselves so much for another person. It doesn't make sense, there's no logic to it.. Until he remembers how much he gives of himself for Sherlock, only to impress the detective, to be the most perfect rival for him. Yet, that's based on a challenge, on ambition.. Why would that guy sacrifice so much for a person he hasn't seen in so many years just for some emotions?! Jim just can't wrap his head around it, so he gets even less sleep than usual.

It's no wonder that it's barely 6am when Sebastian's new phone rings loudly, signaling a notification. Apparently Jim wanted to make sure he'll hear it at all times, because the volume can't be changed.
It doesn't matter anyway, he was already sitting in his still empty room in the new apartment, waiting for the message. He immediately opens it.

Good morning tiger. Go pick up my Westwood suit at the shop. Be careful with it. Then come to meet me.
Xoxo

There are two locations pinned under the message, the shop and where they will meet after. Sebastian raises his eyebrow in confusion about the kisses at the end, but shrugs it off and goes out to fulfill his duty without a reply, Jim didn't specify that he had to answer after all.
As he's done, on his way to the second location, he sees Jim. The consulting criminal is standing there in his dark suit, black hair perfectly styled while sunglasses hide his even darker eyes. He's wearing earplugs, fingers flying across the screen of his phone. It is such a mundane thing, yet it seems so majestic, Jim's dark silhouette cut out perfectly in front of the light of the rising sun. It is simply breathtaking.

For the first time after a very long while Sebastian smirks a little. It suits him.
"Hey boss.", he signals his presence, expression cool and professional again. Jim looks up and nods, taking one earplug out.
"Put it in the car.", he orders, pointing at the black limousine that arrives in that exact second. Sebastian quickly nods and hangs the garment bag on a hook above the back seat. Then he closes the door and looks at Moriarty, waiting.
"Well.. ", Jim chirps, "That was your work for today." After a short break he looks him up and down critically. "We will have to adjust your appearance to be.. Less homeless. I'll buy you a few suits, you will cut your hair. Trim your beard too. If you want to keep it, it has to be short."
"Sure thing.", Sebastian answers. Then he waits for more specific orders. Without looking up, Jim walks to the limousine and waves him off.
"You can go, I got an important meeting now."
"Okay boss.", Seb shrugs and turns around, getting back to his apartment.
Just before he enters the car, Jim looks at his new bodyguard again, smirking.
"I might get used to this one.. ", he mumbles and gets in. A few seconds later, the street is empty.

The first week goes by calmly. They're still on no name basis, while Jim only gives Sebastian simple tasks, nothing much of a bodyguard role, just small jobs to test his abilities. In his free time the soldier decorates his new apartment a bit.
Then, finally, the moment he was waiting for arrives. Once again, early in the morning, his new phone rings with a message from Moriarty.

Meet me outside. I got a job for you. And a little present for your good behavior.
Xoxo

Sebastian rolls his eyes, but immediately gets down to the street, maybe a bit more excited than he should be. And there he is, James Moriarty, waiting in front of a simple apartment, gorgeous as ever, with a file in his hand and a very long package leaning against the wall.
Sebastian stops in front of him and barely controls his urge to salute.
"So, boss?", he asks instead and immediately takes the file Jim hands him.
"This is your job for today. And", the criminal comments, then points at the package, "your gift."
For a second Sebastian's heart drops. He had hoped the file would include information on how to find Jimmy and the package was tied to his job. A flash of pain appears in his eyes, but he is quick to hide it. With a neutral expression he opens the package.
It contains a perfect Barret M82, the wet dream of every sniper.

He runs his finger along the weapon then looks at the file.
"I guess I'll need your present?", he asks his boss.
"You will need it for almost every job.", Jim returns while checking his looks from head to toe. Then he rolls his eyes and pulls him closer to adjust his tie and jacket. 'That damn soldier really puts it wrong every single time.', he groans internally while Sebastian looks more than careless, but otherwise.. His strong chest, the soft stubble, kept short just like Jim told him to, Sebastian just looks so cool without even trying. 'Control yourself Jim!'
Moriarty looks up to the sniper, his dark void eyes meeting cold ice.
"Learn how to dress yourself.", he commands. But Sebastian got a snarky reply ready to shoot, just as always.
"What for, since you like to play dolls with me that much?", he asks, eyebrow raised.
"Behave.", is all Jim answers with a frown.
"Yes boss.", is all Sebastian returns as he opens the file. It's a simple kill. Hide at the right spot, wait for the guy on the pictures in the file to give money to his seller, kill them both. Easy, no ways to go wrong.

"Now go, I have to be at a certain detective's house and can't be late!", Jim urges him and Sebastian nods.
"Sure thing boss.", he answers and turns to get his mission done. He's smiling, finally he's getting somewhere.. And seeing the emotionless criminal actually passionate motivates him in a strange kind of way.
Jim gets to his car. He's smiling too. This new sniper really is good at following orders, he'll have a lot of fun with him.

~1050 words

A/N
Wow, didn't think I'd make it today, but yaaay.
A pretty calm chapter, they're getting closer and closer again ~
Are you enjoying their little dance?