MagpieWithAShotgun

Every detail had to be executed oh so carefully. There had to be no one who knew, not a single soul who had any inkling that Moriarty still breathed the same air as them. That he breathed any air at all. He’d known he was losing at his own game, and so of course he’d always had a back up plan. A series of events all triggered by that one gun shot. First came months of private, secret hospitalization and rehabilitation covered up by a single person. Of course, he trusted no one so bribery and threats had played a huge part in this initial stage. The rest was mostly keeping his head down, building up a few of the vital threads of his network that Sherlock was taking his time to break so nicely, and then came his little announcement... His grand re-entrance, as it were.

He’d never meant to keep Moran in the dark for this long. But the longer he left it after waking up from the gunshot, the less of a point there seemed to be so mentioning it to Sebastian at all. Or at least, that’s what Jim told himself. He refused to acknowledge that he might’ve actually been scared about his ex-snipers reaction. But today marked the day he would finally reunite with him. He needed his right hand man back, and he needed him back fast... Simple enough, right? He was looking forward to playing with his favourite toy again. So it was just seconds after the video aired that he found himself standing behind Sebastian, watching his reaction, before chiming in with an overly cocky “Miss me?”

[MSG]: Did you have fun with you-know-who last night?

[MSG]: I guess my company doesn't interest you any more.

[MSG]: What do you see in that guy/girl?

[MSG]: (S)he's kind of hot... you think?

[MSG]: Is he bigger than me?

[MSG]: When's the wedding?

[MSG]: I heard you and ___ are an item.

[MSG]: Is there... someone else?

[MSG]: I never agreed to an open relationship!

[MSG]: Does she do that thing that I do for you?

[MSG]: I see you'll flirt with just about anyone.

[MSG]: I'm a fool for thinking I was special to you.

[MSG]: How serious is it between you two?

[MSG]: You've been spending a lot of time with ___ recently.

[MSG]: So you tell all girls/guys that, I see.

[MSG]: So that's your type, huh?

[MSG]: Who's better in bed, me or him/her?

[MSG]: I can't bear to see you with someone else.

[MSG]: You're just a slut.

"Did you hear that noise upstairs? I thought we were alone..."

"Stop calling! This isn't funny anymore!"

"You said a person bit you? Out of the blue??"

"The killer's behind you!"

"Shit. Are those fangs?"

"Hold on a minute... you can see me? But... nobody can see me."

"You're telling me that you bit me, and now I'm going to be a vampire?"

"Hey... I don't feel so good. One of them scratched me... You don't think..."

"I should've told you sooner... I'm infected."

"Please don't kill me! I'll do anything!"

"Why are your clothes torn up? And why are you covered in blood?"

"Is that blood on your hands?"

"If you're standing over there... then whose hand is on my shoulder?"

"We're surrounded by zombies... any way out?"

"If you're gonna get us out of it, you better do it fast!"

"You mean I'll never get to see the sun rise again?"

"Let me see the sun rise just one last time... It'll be my last."

"Run! Go without me! I'll be fine!"

"Hey. Stay with me. You'll be okay. Just keep your eyes open."

"He/She/They went that way! Don't follow! Stay with me!"

"But werewolves/zombies/vampires/ghosts don't exist!"

"You're telling me you're a witch/warlock?!"

"What's in this stuff?"

Though footsteps signaled the arrival of his guest, Jim had been more than prepared for this. He’d already been informed of practically every five steps that they’d made, so he was more than prepared when he finally turned his head, dead eyes focusing on the arrival. “I was wondering when you might finally show your face, pet. I have to say, you do not disappoint.”