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Sebastian's day of work had been longer than most, or felt like it, and he would just be glad to get back to his loft where his daughter and lover were waiting for him. A smile managed to break through his stoic expression at the thought of the two of them—Thalia was unusually well-behaved for a baby, which was a good thing since Jim made a terrible babysitter at the best of times. He could only hope that Jim had at least tried to keep an eye on her, but he wouldn't be surprised if the two year old was in one piece and hadn't swallowed anything that might cause her to spontaneously combust. As much as Sebastian loved the pair, they were

The one big problem with being a consulting criminal and having a daughter, Jim soon found out, wasn't keeping Thalia away from his work, but finding a babysitter in time for his work to happen. Normally he would have planned all of this out in advance, but there was no babysitter willing to watch Thalia past eleven and his meeting with Sherlock starts at twelve in the morning, far past Thalia's bedtime. So, he'd done the only thing he could that would ensure her relative safety and keep her away from Sebastian's sniper rifles—he dressed her up and brought her with him to the pool where it all began for Jim. As is is, Thalia has on a on

Thalia liked it when her parents argued, granted, she could do without all the yelling and she couldn't understand a word they said since they both spoke two different languages, but the point remained the same. When angry, both Sebastian and Jim had a tendency to use swear words, which worked in Thalia's favor. As the two men shouted at each other back and forth, they would continuously throw twenties in Thalia's direction every time a curse was yelled. The money was put in one of Thalia's swear jars, once full, the jar would join the others of its kind in the back of the spare closet to be used on vacations. One day was particularly bad, Se

Thalia Grace Moran was sick, there wasn't anything that Jim could do about it except stuff her full of medicine and wait it out, but that doesn't mean he has to be happy about it. He's the most dangerous man in London, as his daughter enjoys to point out, yet here he was, only able to hand his baby tissue after tissue and hold her hair back as she gets sick. He wasn't sure how to comfort the little one, that was Sebastian's job when he was home—no, Jim was the one to offer moral support while keeping his suit clean of all the nastiness a four year old can track into the house. Too bad for Jim that Sebastian was taking care of a problem

“yeah…(Name) we were on high school together” she said with a smile while shaking his hand. “it’s being a very long time..” “yes, quite long…but I never forget I face. You just moved to Baker Street, I can tell, you don’t know where you are going, because you use your phone as a GPS. You are very likely to work with computers, since you were a hacker in high school. You are very well payed, Baker Street is not something you could afford by yourself otherwise, and you were just about to get dinner, because you were searching on the internet if there were some nice places around, I sugges

(Name) walked inside Moriarty’s office, the greatest criminal mind in history. She had a few years working for him, she was one of the few people who worked for Moriarty that had the privilege of having direct contact with him, after all she was one of his favorite assassin’s and spies. "Hi darling” Jim sang with a small grin "I missed you" "No more than I missed you," she replied and winked. "I heard you got a special job for me." Jim’s grin became a smirk as he slid his phone to her, (name) took it and looked at the screen. "Sherlock Holmes? .... Really?" She asked after a long pause, looking directly into the eyes