A powerful man doesn’t go through the communications of the entire world himself. No, such a person has programs and subordinates to do such monotonous tasks. But sometimes, when that brilliant man gets bored -and he doesn’t have the time to be bored, some days- he’ll sift through what the programs have caught.

Sebastian is in bed beside him, asleep. But he, Jim Moriarty, is not sleeping. Unlike Seb, his mind lacks such a simple “off switch”.

He goes through the flagged messages, unconfident that there will be anything remotely entertaining or worth his attention. By the time he finds a peculiar post with “fix it for me, Jim?”, he’s bored enough to put ridiculous gibberish in the person’s ask box, even signing with his initials – JM – because he’s seen that Sherlock and his pet’s messages are signed the same way. Maybe they’ll freak out, he thinks. That could be amusing… If only for a moment.

He doesn’t expect this. The response is anything but frightened. This person is thanking him. Out of all the possibilities he’d calculated, this one was the least likely. He’s been running a search on this “LadyFayte”, and the results are in. Female, age 18, living in the state of Florida. Not what he’s looking for, but who ever she is, she’s careful. Ooh, but here’s some pictures. Attractive, to say the least. Intelligent, too, definite bonus. This could get interesting.

He’s gazing at photos of a young woman, dark brown hair falling about an expressive face. A full lower lip paired with a thinner upper lip giving her an alluring pout. Cute. He smirks. Let’s see how she reacts to this, though. He sends her another message, purposely trying to scare her. He wants to know if this is worth his time.

“You’re very welcome. Also, I’ve tracked you down by your IP address. I would suggest not opening any mail you receive yourself for the next week or so. -JM” He types.

Her response is coy, and not at all concerned. He was so sure she’d freak out, like all the people he’d threatened similarly. Or, at the very least, get annoyed and become rude and scathing. Display some form of hatred, for him, and for what he’s done, killed and hurt so many people. Somehow, it seems like she doesn’t quite condemn him. She’s been treating him as if he wasn’t threatening her, but rather with an easy respect, and no expectations.

Why, though? His brain is whizzing about, flicking back through the information he’d found. Wait. The brilliant mind pauses. Empathetic as well as sympathetic tendencies. Add to that the intelligence… Perhaps. Just perhaps, this female would be the perfect counterpart. Worth a shot, at least.

Another message. And another, and more. Eventually, he asks her if she would be interested in working for him. A positive response, and complex. She’s really too perfect. He makes note to organize her move, normally he’d let an operative take care of the training process but he wants to watch her progress personally.

Before he can solidify an exact time, though, his conversational partner has to leave. She has business to attend to, especially if she is going to be leaving across the pond. He’s actually disappointed. If Sebastian would wake the fuck up, maybe he would be less so, but it seems the taller man is oblivious to his annoyance.

Suddenly irritated, he closes the laptop and extinguishes his cigarette. He slips out of bed, and begins his morning routine. Before he leaves, he pauses. Turning, the consulting criminal writes a note for the still sleeping male, informing him that he will be changing flats, and that the man is “welcome” to remain, but should under no circumstances follow him. He places it in the place Moran will see it, and exits the flat. It’s going to be yet another boring day.