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Dear.....lord. Only took me like two, three years? And I remembered the email for this account.
Iâve made about 20 new/different iterations of this guy over the last 7-8 years. But this guy is the OG.
How time flies...

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Have a nice holiday, Harry. JM
Youâre always welcome over Iâll be alone with the baby. I have a little one whoâd love to see her famed Uncle Jim. Call if you need anything, Iâll always have your back. xo H
Harry nodded and looked around the room. She knew that Zach was always more on Jamesâ mind but he had been her best friend. He was the reason that she got sober. Sighing she stood and walked the area of the room. Her mind on things long since past.Â
"I know and I understand why youâd only want to ever do it with him. He was brilliant," she softly said as she moved past a bookshelf. Sighing sadly she thought of the times sheâd shared with her best friend, the trouble theyâd gotten in. The heart ache.Â
The Christmas before Zach had died had been the last real Christmas that Harry had celebrated. Sure she went through the motions and got gifts for her friends and family, but her heart wasnât in Christmas as much. Seeing as it had always been Zach whoâd done the decorating and well with out him it didnât feel right.Â
"I havenât gotten a Christmas tree since you know, it doesnât feel right too." She paused staring out the windows over looking the city and looking across the great scenery. "You were lucky you know. Iâd give anything for that type of love."Â
"Harry...." His voice was just a whisper now, though with a hint of warning in the tone, "...If you're going to keep talking like that, you're going to have to take the kid off of me..."Â
He didn't do anything for the holidays now. At all. No decorations, no tree, no eggnog, no gifts, nothing. He only had Harry and his employees in his life, and he wasn't exactly in the sort of business that sent out corporate cards. It was hard to celebrate anything when you had no family left.Â
He trembled slightly and Laurel seemed to notice, her babbling growing quieter, one hand grasping more firmly to his finger. That admission about Zach had been the first time he'd even said the name in a long, long time, and it had hurt, honestly. He was starting to forget his face. He'd never gotten over the death. Hadn't even tried.Â
Honestly, he'd forgotten if Harry knew that his whole family was gone now or not. Sometimes he forgot himself. Mom, Jo......god, Jo....
Have a nice holiday, Harry. JM
Youâre always welcome over Iâll be alone with the baby. I have a little one whoâd love to see her famed Uncle Jim. Call if you need anything, Iâll always have your back. xo H
Laurelâs face grew happy and her her small giggling rang out in the room as she reached up at Jamesâ face and babbled at him. Her curls were almost pale white, reminding Harry on bad days of Zac. But as Harry watched them together and  all she could do was just smile. Her best girl and boy sitting together one of them smiling at least was all she could ask for.Â
"No not with her, she was dream and Chey helped with her more than I needed most days. It was the rejection and depression I was feeling that I needed you for. Hearing Mycroft tell me over the phone he wanted no part of my childs life nor was he to be on her birth certificate well, I didnât handle that well." She looked at her hands and sighed shrugging it off as though it was fine.Â
"You would have made a great daâ you and well you know." She smiled at him and rocked her legs back and forth from her perch. "Well you never know I still think youâd be fab at it."Â
His smile slipped completely. "....Ah. I wouldn't have been much help with that either. Was having a bit of depression myself then." His lips pursed a little awkwardly, yet tightly.Â
Laurel's hair was reminding him of Zach too. That was what had made him think of the kids that would never be. The child continued to babble and hold onto him, but he didn't respond much, just letting her do her thing. Exploring was fine.....it was good for little minds. He did shake his head, though.Â
"No...." His voice had grown a little hollow now. "I was only ever going to do it with Zach."Â
You had to excuse him, really. For some reason he always thought of him more around the holidays anyway....
Have a nice holiday, Harry. JM
Youâre always welcome over Iâll be alone with the baby. I have a little one whoâd love to see her famed Uncle Jim. Call if you need anything, Iâll always have your back. xo H
Harry shrugged and sitting on his desk she watched him hold her most precious child. âYou are probably right. Fifteen years sounds too long I mean I was a psychotic drunk when we first met so I might be missing some days.â She looked at him. âI know you like being alone and I promise not to always be here but I miss you James. I miss talking to you, seeing you.â She let her words trail off and stared at Laurel holding on to his hand. James was the one person who knew what she was like when she drank, how scary she could really be. He was all she had left to remind her of that. But he was also the only one who actually knew her.Â
"Not holding your finger, the babbling. She doesnât make a sound ninety percent of the time, but for me, Chey, Sebastian sheâs always talking," she said softly. "I could have used you when she was born, your strength, your pragmatism. I really needed that." She looked at James. "Iâm sorry if you feel like Iâm over stepping.Â
He got more used to holding Laurel as Harry talked, just idly listening as he shifted his grip on the child, getting the both of them more comfortable. He had flashbacks to holding his little sister, once upon a time, and his expression winced briefly at the memory. At the last part of Harry's rambling, his mouth twitched into the slightest of wry smiles.Â
"Don't think my general demeanour would have been good for a newborn child, Harry. I wouldn't have had the patience." Looking down at Laurel, he mildly tickled her stomach with one finger, though didn't put too much enthusiasm in the action. The smile turned sad after a few moments, almost regretful.Â
"I thought about having kids once." In other words, they had. "But that was before......everything." He shook his head, letting the kid grab his finger again. "Wouldn't be able to do it now."Â
Charles paused, he certainly remembered that event, but heâs still sure there was one critical piece of information missing. He took the glass in his first two fingers, and slid it across the bar top, avoiding all other glasses, arms and purses as it reaches another agent Jim hadnât spotted at the other end of the bar. âThe fact is, there was no concrete evidence of the fact you murdered him⌠Plus, Iâm here because of this.â He pulled out a photo from his inside jacket pocket and showed it to him.
Charles simply tilted his head a little, eye squint, copying Jim slightly. âYouâre not very good at hiding your tracks are you?â He said this while wiping his moustache specifically with his first finger. He needed to shave it off, he hated it. The first agent that Jim spotted left the premises. Signal one completed.
His eye remained squinted. "Nnnoooooo, pretty sure there was." Evidence, he meant. "His shoes and ingredients for the poison in them were most definitely in my possession at the time." Believe him, he'd sat through an entire trial on it. He knew. Had even beaten up the guy that figured it out, in a stupid little showdown. Pretty sure that sounded guilty to him.Â
He blinked slowly down at the photo, squinting at it to better study it. And then he saw the one agent leave out of the corner of his eye. Mm. This wasn't good. But the photo....he was a lot younger there. Had to have been around the time he was leaving for Ireland for a time....or  maybe it was right after he'd come back, right after....Â
He snorted slightly. "You guys can't be very efficient if you're just now discovering this trail. It's been years." Really, couldn't find anything more recent? Good, because they probably wouldn't. He'd gotten a lot better at evidence disposal these long years....

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He downed the drink in one. That was his first and last. âYou were sent to jail at the age of about 16 for murder right? Who did you murder and why? I wouldnât bother lying to me, no point now.â Charles just wanted to cut the crap out and get straight to the point. He went to read his text.
[Text: M to Charles: Good. Team are outside waiting. Send code when ready.]
Charles looked back at Jim, then to the bartender. âMake that another two please.â
He paused at that, one eye squinting as he tried to figure that one out. Why the hell would they care? That was...already tried and done with. Years ago. Almost ten, now... He put his glass back down on the bar counter.Â
"Carl Powers. Because I was still a kid and he annoyed me too much. And I already served time for it, so I hardly think that's relevant now. Unless your justice laws changed and I can serve time for the same crime twice."Â
Oh come on. They should at least know about Carl. Newspapers had been all over that one....
When Charles reached the bar he waited his turn for a minute or two, he was never good at jumping in at the right moment. âOne Scotch and a Dalwhinnie 16 year please.â He leans on the bar, turning to Jim. âSeriously, I ainât got anything on you. So, you live in that building with that old lady as a neighbour? Boy that must be tough.â He laughs, trying to relax the tense atmosphere a little. He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He ignored it, for now.
He almost seemed smug about that one. Nothing on him? He raised a brow unamused, snorting and shaking his head when his drink arrived, swirling it in his glass.Â
"If British Intelligence has nothing on me, I'd rather it stay that way, thanks." He answered simply, still not up for much of a conversation. Relaxing the place? Really? When you've just coerced one of the most dangerous criminals in London into a bar with limited exits? Dream on, Charles, dream on.Â
Have a nice holiday, Harry. JM
Youâre always welcome over Iâll be alone with the baby. I have a little one whoâd love to see her famed Uncle Jim. Call if you need anything, Iâll always have your back. xo H
Harry shook her head and kissed his forehead. âYou know better than that James. I havenât sold you out in almost fifteen years and not since we became friends. No one would have known.â She said sighing before walking over to her baby.Â
"Iâll be coming by more often now and if you disappear and I find youâre avoiding me Iâll redecorate your entire flat in shades of pink." She winked a at him as she rocked the carrier and looked at her little brother. "Sheâs waking up."Â
"I know youâre an old man now with no reason to smile, but Laurel really loves you and sees no fault in you at all." She said smiling as she picked up the yawning baby and placed her in his hands. "See she likes you," Laurel had stared up at James for a moment before starting to babble and pull on his finger. Looking up at him her eyes were huge and innocent. Wisps of blonde curls wound around her forehead and down her neck.Â
"Fifteen years is probably an exaggeration." He commented on the side, though grimaced at her threat of redecorating. He supposed he didn't actually care all that much, but really...he mostly liked his solitude now, Harry. Didn't you know that?Â
The sudden baby in his lap threw him off, and he barely had time to raise his arms to receive her. But then he was just frowning and blinking down at the child, unsure what....to do with her. So he sort of just let her take his finger hostage for the time being, chewing lightly on his lip. "Don't know if...stealing my finger is a sign of devotion, Harry." He mumbled. ".....She certainly has your hair."Â
Have a nice holiday, Harry. JM
Youâre always welcome over Iâll be alone with the baby. I have a little one whoâd love to see her famed Uncle Jim. Call if you need anything, Iâll always have your back. xo H
Taking a deep breath she brought herself under control and wiped her eyes. âYou told me after the doctors visit that it was nothing and everything was alright.â She said her tone normal and looking at him she narrowed his eyes. âGod I should have come by more oftenÂ
"Sebastianâs been running the business and didnât bother to text me that you might need a hand around the flat." She crossed her hands and glanced at her brother. "Iâm exactly ten minutes from here and because you arenât normally home I donât drop in as much as I should which I already feel bad about. But if youâre telling me Sebastian kept this asinine secret. Iâll-Iâll- " she stopped talking and just sighed. She talking at her normal volume for being around a sleeping baby and just stared at him.
"You didnât always look like shite at the holidays James. I remember when you even smiled for them." She sighed and walked over and  wrapped him in her arms. "I always worry about you James."Â
He looked sharply at her, mouth going into a firm line. "He didn't mention it because I told him not to. I didn't need the business knowing that I'm not the one exactly running the show right now. Didn't need anyone to know that I wasn't at my best. That's a weakness, Harry, and I don't need it being common knowledge. And I..." He paused, head tilting a little. "I trust Sebastian with that secret."Â
His eyes narrowed a little despite her hugging him, and one hand raised slowly to lightly pat her on the back. He didn't put much heart into it, though. "Smiling at the holidays is something that happened a long, long time ago, Harry." Hell, he rarely smiled period, now.Â
"In any case, I'll be fine. You don't need to worry. I'll be walking again with....therapy. Just have to relearn the steps, since my stupid brain thought it'd be a good idea to forget it." He glanced towards the baby carrier then, looking at it out of the corner of his eye. "How's the kid."Â

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As soon as he said âThatâs probably not your real name.â Charles snarled to himself, enough so that he wouldnât hear. No one ever questioned his name. He took a small breath in and calmly folowed. This guy had already clocked his agents. He wasnât bothered, they were simply there to protect him, nothing to do with Jim. âAs many rounds as you want. We both need it.â He continues to the bar. âWell?â
"Fine. Scotch." He said shortly, scoping out the place mentally before he followed after him. This wasn't a good location. Even if he could run, he had limited exits, too many windows. It was being in a glass box. He didn't like it at all, and his shoulders tensed up just slightly in indication. He made it to the bar, however, managing to somewhat lean against one of the seats for now. He didn't want to stand, but he didn't want to sit either....
"Haha, oh dear. My mother did the same." I promise, only one or two agents. Yeah, he just didnât trust anyone. He had Jim Moriarty at his hand. Hehe. He picked his phone out of his pocket while slowing down a little behind Jim.
[Text: M: Code 0 - Jim Moriarty.]
Immediately put it back in his poocket. By now they had reached the doors of the pub. He looked through the window and spotted his two agents. Nice, good positions too. Opening the door for Jim: âAfter you. First round is on me, just like I said.â He smiles, raising one eyebrow and holding the tip of his hat with the other hand, bowing slightly as a mark of respect. Again. He hated having to do it for a stranger he already probably hated.
"Yeah, well, That's probably not your real name." He said lowly, just working on walking along. He really should have sped up his physical therapy. Then he wouldn't be in this sort of situation. Or delayed his surgery an additional month. Hey, that'd be worse, but better.Â
Don't think he didn't notice that there were other agents in the pub. Agents could blend in well, but he still noticed the little things. He could tell when people had guns on them. He wasn't stupid. He pointedly stared at both of the agents as he walked by Charles and inside, ignoring the hat tip. Manners. Who needed them now.Â
"And how many rounds were you intending on having?" He said coolly. How many until they bagged him and took him away?Â
Have a nice holiday, Harry. JM
Youâre always welcome over Iâll be alone with the baby. I have a little one whoâd love to see her famed Uncle Jim. Call if you need anything, Iâll always have your back. xo H
She was his big sister. Through marriage, through friendship, god she should have been here. Babies are easy to place in simple environments and well she would have figured something out. She was always amazed by how much she cared about this insanely criminally intelligent man. But she did and looking at him. Seeing him this way was heart breaking.Â
"You shouldnât have to though. Iâm not here because Iâm obligated James Iâm here because I love you," she brought a hand up to wipe at her eyes. Looking up at him she gave a watery laughed and then frowned. "Why didnât you tell me this last time you were over, why didnât you call me to be there. I would have gone to the surgery with you, you didnât have to do this alone." At the comment of disturbing her she started to cry harder. He thought he would have been a bother. "James you are my little brother. I love you and you could never be a bother to me, why would you ever think that?! What man did you have handling things, I want to talk to him right now." She wasnât shouting, hell she was barely talking, but her tone traveled. She was worried and needed to know what this mystery person had been doing, if James looked this awful.Â
"Harry...." God, she was crying so much. As much as it was Harry, the sound was sort of grinding on him a little. And was with her volume? He made a face and actually winced a good bit at her shout, looking down at his feet for a moment or two.Â
"Harry, I did tell you the last time. You took me to the doctors. I just....went through the rest on my own, is all." He sighed, wheeling around Harry and coasting to a stop in front of the wall of windows overlooking the city. Looking out for a minute, he slowly closed his eyes.Â
"You already know the person, Watson. And I didn't say he was helping with me, he's been helping...run the business. I'm sure you've noticed him being away for months." Hint, hint. Harry was smart enough. She'd piece things together without the direct name. He sighed again, lightly lifting one leg (mostly to show that they still in fact worked) to rub at it slowly.Â
"I don't know why you're so upset anyway. I always look like shit around the holidays. You know that."Â
Charles just couldnât resist showing that he always organised. âSeriously though, there is no one else in the pub.â Yup, honest again. Okay. Maybe not. Maybe just one or two agents? He always had backup though, but the whole drop and return wallet thing was genuine and not planned. âJim Moriarty. Who gave you that name?â Ignoring the fact he ignored his first question. If he ignores another one, things will hot up a little.
Oh, and now the pub was actually organised. No one? Really? Lovely. He snorted unkindly at the question, lip curling all over again. He really did not like this situation, this man, and everything that had to do with the present right now. "My mother." He spat. It was true. He'd never officially changed that name. It was his own. A slight growl threatened to rise in his throat. He was not going be friendly. Not anymore.Â
"Oh, now why would I do such a thing? Youâre on crutches so I would never cease to make the best of such an opportunity." He laughed, then patted him on the back⌠"No no, I really just need a good few drinks." He was honest about that, again. Right, step one done. Give the signal. Step two done, put a tracker on his coat.
Time for step three. He looks round behind him, then back to Jim. âSo, what do you really do for a living? Iâm intrigued.â A split second later. a huge explosion sound filled the air. That car? Bye bye. âSorry about your car.â He smiles to himself. Step three done.
He shrugged away from the man with a glare. Don't touch him. He might just find the tracker later. This guy was iffy enough for him to do such a search for one.Â
The unnecessary explosion was a surprise. This was...this was the third time his car had been blown up for no reason. "There was a perfectly able-bodied person in that, you idiot." He growled, then refused to answer the man's prior question. If the guy knew who he was, he should know what he did for a living. No one else did it, after all. It wasn't that hard.Â

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Have a nice holiday, Harry. JM
Youâre always welcome over Iâll be alone with the baby. I have a little one whoâd love to see her famed Uncle Jim. Call if you need anything, Iâll always have your back. xo H
Harry followed his voice and stopped in the doorway taking him in. He looked worn, and tired as though sleep wasnât something he was getting enough of. Setting Laurelâs sleeping frame on the floor in her carry case she stepped closer. Her eyes had found the wheels almost immediately but nothing passed over her face. She was a master at hiding her feelings when it mattered and as she walked around the desk taking him in completely she felt ill.Â
"Why didnât you call," she tone was soft almost silent. She dropped to her knees at his feet and looked at him the mask breaking to one of complete ruin. Sheâd been so focused on Laurel sheâd forgotten that people actually needed her other than the baby. "I would have helped, come over and done something. Why didnât you call?" Her voice didnât get any louder if anything the end of her sentence was almost unintelligible. She just looked at him trying hard not to cry as she thought of how sheâd failed her little brother, yet again. Â
Well damn, she'd figured that one out quickly. He always had underestimated her intelligence. It had been what had almost killed him in their first proper meeting, all those years ago. He frowned when she dropped down in front of him, twisting himself a bit in the wheelchair to face her properly. His mouth twitched.Â
"You had your family to worry about, Harry. I've been...handling this." Yes...this. He could barely walk with this. He turned the chair fully, shutting his laptop and sighing. "Besides, I.....had a man on things already. Didn't need to disturb you if I had things covered." He put a hand on the desk surface and cleared his throat, tapping his fingers a bit, watching them move as his mouth twitched again. "Turns out that surgeries are fickle things..."Â
// This is literally the most depressing thing Iâve seen in my life.Â
// Bringing back this depressing thing because AHAHAHA James has no family :')Â