askanthea:

Anthea glanced over to Sebastian, “Both.” She gave him a slight smile. 

“Mycroft knew I wanted to do something different and Sinani provided the opportunity to stretch my legs.” Anthea had missed doing proper field work, she did not count what she did when she was abroad with Mycroft as field work really. It was sabotage and deception yes, but nothing like being in a foreign country and trying to arrest someone. Well, bring them to England to arrest them.

It had been about a year since shed had the opportunity to do that. Not because of some failing in a mission but because Mycroft was loath to let her go. He had every confidence in her abilities but didn’t want anything to happen to her. 

If they were going to work together it made sense to trade schedules, “What’s your itinerary look like?

“Well that’s good of him.” Sebastian responded, leaning over and digging into his briefcase  for his phone, turning it on and checking for messages. One from Jim and another from Nick and two more that he ignored, unable to shake the dread feeling in his gut that something else was going wrong. If Anthea knew about this and was trying to bring it down other organizations; other governments were probably going to be watching her movements very closely. He would have to stick very close to her. It might even work out.

“Here, London for a week, then Portugal for a quick two day meeting next week. A dinner in Spain, where I am to be Mister Moriarty’s translator, and then back to London.” Sebastian said, completely unconcerned with whether or not she was texting Mycroft with the news. If he wanted it he had hundreds of ways of getting the information. After all, there were very few secrets that could be kept from Mycroft. It wasn’t as if he had listed places and times. 

“We should stick together for this, I think. Two people attract less suspicion than one, incidentally.” He smiled and nearly winked, his eye squinting at Anthea lightly before he turned away. “We’re just a well-to-do couple enjoying the sights.” The cab stopped and Sebastian got out of the car quickly, holding out a hand for Anthea to take.

“Shall we, my dear?”

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jiminwestwood:

Jim rolled his eyes melodramatically, leaning back against the dresser. He looked Sebastian over with a dark gaze that took in all of the details, making sure that each piece of the outfit matched the persona, that the lines of the suit showed of Moran’s lean lines to his best advantage (of course they did; he’d commissioned the suit and knew precisely what he wanted to see), that he was exactly what should be presented.

And of course he was. He always was. Otherwise, he wouldn’t he here at all. He smiled to himself as he considered dressing Sebastian for the evening.

His expressions changed quickly. Now he wrinkled his nose, running one hand along the edge of the dresser.

“No, no, run along and play with the other children, my dear. Just make sure the other children don’t slit your throat.” The criminal laughed, pushing away from the dresser. “And don’t forget to order me something to eat! Did you miss when I said I was hungry? Get your sugar baby some food or he’ll be pissy before we even make it to the party.”

He strolled to the door with Sebastian, pulling his phone out and checking a few things. Photo from Nicky (ha-ha, another new car?), news from a few men in London, the weather, and an update from Truffle’s dogsitter (So the baby had rendered a Marcoliani sock down to thread, who cared? He just hoped it was not the crimson wine, because those were an especial favourite pair.) And one more alert.

“Oh. And by the way. Keep an eye out for him.” He held up his phone. “New face, showing interest in Keiran Byrnes. No name out on him yet, just the picture.” He tilted his head to the side. “Be careful.”

Sebastian wanted to make a quip about ‘as if they could get close enough’ but decided not to press his luck, instead adjusting the gun as he walked, making sure there was no way that the safety could switch on just by the press of his waistband. He didn’t fully approve of his outfit - it was just a tad flamboyant, despite being well tailored - but at least the colors seemed muted, which wouldn’t grab anyone’s attention.  He ran a hand through his hair as he and Jim walked to the door and he put his hands in his pockets after, realizing that he was about to put his hand on Jim’s lower back out of habit.

As Jim raised up the phone Sebastian narrowed his eyes and nodded. 

“Not a problem boss.” He said, before turning and going to the door. “See you in a few hours, yeah?”

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jiminwestwood:

tigerjaw:

jiminwestwood:

tigerjaw:

jiminwestwood replied to your photoset: and sometimes boss gets his hands dirty. that’s…

Hypothetically, there was a sniper lying in hospital because of a failing on someone’s part. That could have made it personal. Hypothetically. X JM

i wasn’t unconscious more than two days boss. 

Yes, and I needed something to fill my time. I don’t appreciate new scars on your body that I don’t approve. X JM

these things do happen. nature of the job, you know.

Mmhmm. Things happen. And then I happen to those things. Reputation, you know. And this wasn’t just a ‘things happen’ situation. I don’t appreciate traitors. X JM

yeah well. didn’t hit me quite hard enough did he? 

idonthaveabullwhipyet:

tigerjaw:

idonthaveabullwhipyet started following you

and who are we?

Hullo. Just noticed we’ve a …few similar friends. Name’s Quentin McDonnell.

moran. something i can do for you?

idonthaveabullwhipyet started following you

and who are we?

jiminwestwood:

Jim shrugged one shoulder as he pulled back from the kiss. He’d just…wanted to do it. He liked the feeling of Sebastian’s strong neck against his palm, solid, warm, clean. Kinaesthetic pleasure. How did he answer?

“Wanted to make sure you’d brushed your teeth and weren’t just going into a meeting representing Moriarty with my jizz in your mouth still.” He laughed, shrugging again. “Anyway. At the meeting, I want you to let him talk; don’t give him very much. And see how he is, how he reacts to that. I want to know how he buckles. Does he talk more, talk less? How does he drink? Who does he keep with him?” The Irish criminal arranged the pocketsquare in Sebastian’s pocket, tilting his head to the side as he did. “There…”

He licked his lips, not stepping back.

“I’ll have another outfit for you to wear tonight…and we’ll have to do your hair differently. This is a high class party, my dear, a soiree of the stars. People going to see and be seen fucking other people who are there to be seen.” He grinned up at Sebastian. “And we are going to put on such a show. God, I can’t wait.” He chuckled to himself, unable to keep his delight entirely internal. He smoothed down Sebastian’s lapels.

“That is provided you don’t get yourself killed amongst the ladies of the evening this afternoon. Try not to let any of the painted doves shank you before you even make it into the meeting. Do you have the cash that you’re taking already? If not, there’s a stack of it in the brown suitcase.” He waved a lazy hand in the general direction.

“Sounds like a plan, boss.” Sebastian tilted his head to the side as Jim touched up the square fabric, resisting the urge to roll his eyes and chewing on the inside of his cheek anyway. He frowned a bit and watched Jim as the man explained about the party later tonight. Hopefully he wouldn’t encounter any hang ups. It was still early afternoon, hardly high business hours for the whorehouse. His hand was on Jim’s hip as the man fixed his suit again.

“I know how a brothel works, kit.” He muttered, smiling and leaning down, pulling Jim closer and kissing his ear and then his temple, squeezing his hip slightly before walking away from the Irishman. He found a wallet from his own things, emptied it of anything important or traceable, leaving in a fake id, a giftcard and a check made out to Keiran Byrnes and then picked up a decent amount of bills from the stack, putting them in the wallet and sticking it in his front pocket.

Satisfied that the straight edge would get by the security Seb went back over to the bed and planted the gun and knives he knew would be caught. It wouldn’t matter, he was a dead eye with anything in his hands, and the knife would serve just as well as a gun in a tight spot.

“Alright.” He grabbed his phone and quickly changed the passcode, committing 3325 to memory and slipping the thing back into his pocket. “I think I’m set. Anything else you want to remind me of mum or am I free to go play with the other children?” Sebastian asked, smirking at Jim a bit.

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