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"I guess so...but you're clearly hinting at something."

"Oh who knows? Everybody’s got secrets now don’t they?" 

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Jim's brow wrinkled in suspicion as Sherlock stared back at him. It was as if the other man was scrutinizing his appearance, making deductions about him as a person without actually asking any questions to see if there were any truths to his thoughts. As if he didn't need to. But before he could say anything, Sherlock was making eye contact, leaving him wondering if he had imagined it all in the first place.

He opened his mouth to disagree, turning his attention to the bag of junk food he'd sat on the nearby counter. He wouldn't consider that food. Under his analytical gaze, Jim had second thoughts about eating his purchased snack. It would only make him feel sluggish the rest of the day, after all. Blinking twice, he looked back to Sherlock and gave a nod, focusing on the reason the curly haired man was here in the first place.

Again he nodded, more assertive his time. "It's been a while, but it shouldn't be a problem. You'd just have to give me some time." Jim was more than certain he could pinpoint this person and was thankful to have something more exciting to do than the monotonous troubleshooting the hospital had him doing.

All a Matter of Technicality (Sherlock - Jim)

Sherlock acknowledged Jim’s apology with a curt nod, his eyes doing the familiar rundown of the IT specialist’s appearance. Coffee this early and dark circles suggested the lack of sleep, as well the wrinkles on his shirt where it had pressed up against the table. The slightly rough stubble on his chin were made by a ten pence razor, most likely from a convenience store. The flatness of his elbows were made by typing against a flat surface, but not one made of wood. He may have had to work somewhere else during the night - a 24 hour coffee store with glass top tables.

He met Jim’s eyes and smiled thinly. “No need to be. We all do need to eat, after all." Sherlock moved his elbows so that Jim could set his drink and snack on the table. “Lestrade most likely told you why I’m here, so I’ll cut to the chase. You’re heard of the online casanova case, I’m sure? The profile’s ready, but it’s been difficult to pinpoint his or her exact location; a different IP address is used for each session, making it difficult to trace. I was told you could help me with this."

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"Welcome," Jim closes the distance between him and his brother, who still hasn’t moved from his spot on the bed. When he catches Richard’s gaze, he glances down at the sandwich in his hand. "….do you want it?" He asks hesitantly, raising it so it’s almost eye level.

Richard took the elephant and held it tightly to his chest with a large smile. “Yes, thank you! He’s perfect!"

But then he spotted the sandwich and eyed it evilly.

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The girl seemed to be caught off guard by his request. Doubt began to ebb across his face as she briefly pondered his offer, wondering if he had made a mistake. He had only wanted to make a friend (or maybe more, but he wasn't going to fantasize about that just yet) and maybe find a nice place to have lunch when the hospital food became too bland. "Great." His own smile broke across his face in relief and excitement. "Would you want to try something today? I'll pay," Jim offered. "Since I asked in the first place." He added quickly, not wanting to make it sound like he was trying to ask her out. Not that he'd be against going on a date with this girl, but he had only met her.

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It was a surprise when he had asked her, and it was clear that she was never asked things like that but just as quickly, she tried to hide that expression. She didn’t need him knowing just how lonely she was, all that. She tapped the top of the counter as she thought it over, then smiled a bit. “That sounds nice," she answered, before she shook her head and waved her hand a bit. “Oh, no, not to sound like it’s anything.. just.. it would be nice. This food can get pretty boring after awhile."

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Jim rubbed his hands across his jeans, a nervous habit, as he waited for John's response. He expected him to decline, it was last minute after all, but he surprised him. His face broke out into a smile as he sat back in his seat. He hadn't realized he'd been leaning forward anxiously. "I could stop by here on my way out if you'd like? We could walk over together...in case, you know, you don't know where it is." He wasn't sure how well John knew the area, having just started working at Barts. 

John smiled and nodded back "Yes, they probably did...especially if he was such a great Doctor" he stated, knowing he got treated special because he served and it kind of bothered him because he could have done with a much smaller office. A smile stretched before nodding "I actually have nothing planned so the pub would be a nice change, I would love to go" He said with a friendly and excited smile

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Jim eyes him for a moment before letting out a sigh. "Sure." He can't tell if his brother is actually hungry or not. It's possible he is, since he hasn't eaten anything all day. Maybe he'd throw something together real quick while he's fixing the elephant and see if he'll eat it. Giving Richard one last squeeze and releases before getting up to fix the elephant.

It takes him longer than he expected, never being the crafty type, but soon enough the head is back on the elephant. Jim inspects his handiwork before rummaging through the fridge to see if there is anything edible inside. Finding the ingredients to make a sandwich, he quickly slaps one together and brings it back to Richard's room along with the elephant.

"How's this?" 

Richard shrugged. He didn’t like to eat. He loved Hawaiin pizza, but other than that he never ate unless Jim made him or his stomach started to hurt badly from the hunger.

"No. Will you fix my elephant now?"

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"Right," Jim nods a little too enthusiastically to be believed as authentic, noticing she still hadn't answered his question. Which made him wonder if she was telling the whole truth. He hates the doubt that he now realizes has been gnawing at his thoughts ever since Harriet walked through the doors.

He swallows the rest of his beer and he searches for the bartender, wondering if he should order them more drinks. It might be a good night to get drunk. But maybe not with Harriet. Or maybe it would end up helping in the end, knocking away their walls and letting them get to the bottom of this mess that they're now wallowing in.

Jim's attention snaps back to Harriet when she calls him out on Molly. He can feel himself suddenly turn red in...what, embarrassment? Guilt? But he shouldn't have any regrets. It wasn't as if he had still been dating Harriet at the time. It was the way she didn't look at him when she spoke, the hurt obvious in the way she sat there that made him want to kiss her and tell her it was nothing. That it meant nothing. That she was the only one that mattered.

But he doesn't move from his spot on the bench. His hand flinches, dropping away from his now empty glass in a spasm of indecisiveness -- to reach for her hand or not. Instead, he props his arms on top of the table. "I'm not seeing anyone." He repeats, not fully answering her question.

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"Are you hungry?" He asks, his head still bent towards his brother as he watches him. He seems to be calm now and for that Jim is grateful.

Richard shook his head, continuing to hug Jim.

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"I said I was sorry..." The smile lingers on Jim's face when she gets upset. He hadn't been laughing at her, not on purpose at least. But his own nerves are all over the place and it had just happened. 

His smile hitches when Harriet brings up Molly. She had been there for him and maybe it was because of the fact he knew she had always liked him that anything had happened in the first place. It hadn't been anything like him and Harriet. And it certainly hadn't lasted. "Don't bring her into it." Is all he says, but he has a feeling that she'll know anyway.

She told me she wasn't interested. The words pierce him worse than he thought they would and he winces, trying to hide the hurt. He thought he'd be able to handle this...them. But Harriet treks on, her words tumbling out of her mouth as if she can't get them out fast enough. "Why didn't you try him in the first place?" He asks after he's had a moment to process, his voice soft but the bitterness is obvious, the hurt still clinging to his words.

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With no one else around and no pressing emergencies for him, Jim decided to escape the confines of the IT department and find himself something to snack on and a caffeine jolt. Normally he's not one to binge on the snacks inside the brightly lit machines, but it's been one of those days. Finally deciding, he puts the correct amount of money inside the machine and reaches inside when it falls. With snack and drink in hand, he takes the long way back.

Jim tugs the door open with the same hand holding the bag and kicks it the rest of the way open before walking through it. He nearly chokes on his coffee when he sees Sherlock waiting for him. Sitting the bag down on a nearby desk, he moves closer but leaves a gap between them.

He recognized the other man the moment he saw him, but he'd forgotten about their appointment. Had they even set up a time? Jim suddenly doesn't remember but it doesn't matter now. He's here.

"Sherlock. Hi, sorry." He offers a hand in introduction, obviously caught off guard.

All a Matter of Technicality (Sherlock - Jim)

Online sexual predator lurks on teenage chat rooms, finds a prospective victim, and posts a photo obviously taken from a catalogue. Oh but he fails to correct his username, allowing one to track his IP address across the internet..

Sherlock recalled the information about a new case, this time of a forty-something adult who was posing as a 20 year old model to lure teenage girls and boys before raping and dumping their bodies in the Thames. Sherlock would have solved the case easily if it were a simple kidnap, but since the perpetrator was making the rounds on the internet, Lestrade recommended he work with Jim Moriarty, an IT specialist at St. Bart’s. Sherlock didn’t think much of this unlikely pairing, but decided to go anyway. 

The IT lab was deserted when Sherlock slipped in, his eyes taking in the entire room. Just before he could text Lestrade that Moriarty wasn’t available and to have another specialist sent to his flat, the door opened. “You must be Jim Moriarty," Sherlock stated. 

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It's easy for Jim to tell that Harriet is nervous. He's been around her enough to notice the signs of her different moods. A part of him is happy to see her squirm but a much larger part wants to pull her into his arms and kiss her reassuringly. But he can't do that. Not right now.

When she begins talking again, Jim is furrowing his brow in confusion. His mouth opens when he thinks he understands what she's trying to say but eventually closes in more confusion.

The next thing he knows he's laughing. The tension breaks like a fever, as if it's bubbling up from his stomach and out of his mouth. He leans back slightly, unable to stop himself as his whole face lights up. Watching her flounder in front of him was oddly cute and unexpected. He hasn't seen her this awkward in a long time.

"I'm sorry." He finally says when his fits of laughter begin to subside. He leans in towards her again, his hands reaching for the nearly empty glass again, his safety blanket for the moment and clears his throat. "I'm not...seeing someone if--if that's what you were asking." His tone curls his words up into a form of a question, his pitch rising slightly, uncertainty still blanketing everything.

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"I don't know about an elephant," Jim said thoughtfully, twisting his head to see where the cat had gone. It was probably off planning its next attack. "We'll see, Richie." He gave his brother a squeeze on the shoulder before continuing. "Have you eaten anything yet?"

"The stupid thing’s always ripping up my elephants and cutting me," Richard pouted. “We could get a nicer cat. One of those ones with the huuuuge fur. Or a rabbit! OR AN ELEPHANT!" He squealed.

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‘Normal’ AU. [Mormor AU where there is no Moriarty crime web and Moran is indeed not a cold-hearted gun for hire.] Jim from IT is just that - Jim from IT. And Sebastian Moran, the handsome security guard who was in need of some tech help, turns out to be the best thing to happen in boring, old Jim’s life. But - no matter how ordinary, how normal one’s life may be - it doesn’t expel the tragedies. Sebastian is killed when he is hit by a car. Jim, as he reflects on the time the two shared, realises that he wouldn’t have had it any other way. No matter how ordinary it may have seemed. 

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"Ah," Jim's face fell a bit and he eyed the fish that looked like it had been sitting there over night. When he looked back to her, his face brightened once more and he offered a smile as he spoke. "Well, would you like to go with me sometime then? I mean...you don't have to if you don't want to." He quickly added the last part. "I just figure, since you know the area better than me..." He trailed off and gave a small shrug.

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That was a good question. She didn’t spend much time out eating so it didn’t seem to matter what her opinion was. The way he stumbled about his words had her smiling even more and she watched him carefully, taking in everything he was doing. She bit down on her bottom lip, thinking it over, then finally looked away, still grinning a bit to herself. “I usually do.. come here, I mean, unless I bring something from home. I don’t like going out to eat alone so I don’t eat out very often. I think there’s a few places around here but I haven’t been in awhile."

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Jim doesn't know what to say at first so he simply shrugs his shoulders, looking away from her. He shakes his head as if he's truly unsure why he had responded now, finally, after all this time. "Maybe I was ready." He finally speaks, but there's a questioning look in his eyes when he looks back at her.

Flashes of their nasty end interrupt his thoughts and his brow furrows slightly in concentration as he tries to block them out, to stay in the now rather than the past. But their past is just as important as right now. He shouldn't let himself forget but at the same time it's all he wants to do. To continue as if nothing had happened. But can he do that? Can they do that? Is that even what he wants?

"What does it matter? I'm here. You're here." He pulls a weak smile to his lips, not really saying anything but wanting to get this part over with already. Jim takes another gulp of his beer and realizes he's almost finished with his second pint.

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"Of course. You're my favorite brother." He smiled back. "I can sew up the elephant and...we'll see about the cat." To be fair, Jim wasn't the best sewer but he'd do his best. It wasn't the first time he had to fix something of Richard's. But the cat was a whole other issue. He couldn't just toss the creature into a dumpster and call it a night. Maybe someone at work would want the cat.

"You would?" Richard smiled. “And you can sew up my elephant? And give away the cat?" He looked angry when thinking about the cat.