1. I Don't Care - Apocalyptica ft. Adam Gontier

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Jim flops down on his plush red chair with a small growl. His fingers twirl a knife around and around as his jaw sets and his eyes fix on the blazing fire.

His mind returns to the only thing he'd ever thought of over the past two years.

Sherlock Holmes.

Memories rush by him, the countless nights he'd kept watch on his enemy, their little games, the events that led to both of them faking their suicides. All of it.

Now, the consulting detective had finally 'destroyed' Moriarty's web and had returned to London.

Jim didn't like it one bit. The ice man had acted far sooner then he had expected, in fact, Moriarty hadn't expected the other Holmes to show up at all. But, no, there just had to be some needy attention whore of a terrorist in London, ruining his whole plan.

He'd been planning to walk in and congratulate Sherlock on cutting the loose ends on the web. If things had gone Moriarty's way then John would still be unaware of Sherlock being alive. That was what the consulting criminal hated the most, that Sherlock and his dearest petJohn were friends again.

Best friends, even. Moriarty had heard both men refer to each other as best friends far too much times for his lifetime.

Standing, Jim growls again, launching the knife in his hand toward the wall.

The blade digs into the plaster, standing straight as a good quarter of the blade was buried in the wall.

Jim walks over, straightening his suit before pulling the blade out and running his fingers over the mark he'd made as he tries to push away his thoughts of Sherlock.

Sherlock was on the side of the angels, he was boring and he was in Jim's way.

He had far more important things to deal with, a large client list had formed over the past two years he'd been 'dead'.

With a sigh the smartly dressed man turns and makes his way to his desk.

A good killing, or robbery, or something, anything criminal, would take his mind off Sherlock.

He opens a folder, his eyes falling on the list he got Sebastian to make for him. It was all neat and perfect, making Jim smirk. Oh how Sebby was eager to impress.

His anger flares coming streaming back, however, when he sees the location of the first client.

London. Bloody London.

He flings all the neat work to the side, pages flying around the room like a tornado as he stalks to his chair and sits again.

His foot taps and his fingers curl, as if he were restraining himself from doing something. His eyes flicker to his mobile, which sat on the rather bare desk.

He knew Sherlock's number was stored on there. He also know that with one press of a button he could take over all screens in the country and reveal to all those who knew him (and more importantly, Sherlock) that he was indeed alive.

He then pushes himself up, pressing a button on the side of his mirror to reveal the eyes he had on Sherlock and those around him.

He'd convinced himself it was just to monitor Sherlock, to make sure he was convinced Moriarty was dead.

The camera zooms in on Sherlock, standing beside a plane and speaking to John. Mary and Mycroft were stood off to the side.

"John there's something.. I should say. I've meant to say always and I never have. Since it's unlikely we'll ever meet again, I might as well say it now..."

James' jaw set again as he listens. No. He doesn't want to hear this. He raises his hand to switch off the monitor but Sherlock speaks again before he can.

"Sherlock is actually a girls name"

Jim let's out a breath, his hand dropping back to his side as he watches John laugh and shake his head.

He ignored the conversation and focuses on Sherlock, savouring every detail of his enemy, until the man disappears into the plane.

The questions start then. Where is he going? Why won't he see John ever again?

Details of the flight and Mycrofts mission for Sherlock appear on screen and Jim grits his teeth. Mycroft was sending Sherlock off to die!

Without so much as a millisecond of hesitation James strode across the room, hitting the button to take over all screens in England.

As he did it, he told himself that it wasn't that he cared whether Sherlock was alive or not. It was simply because it was his duty to end Sherlock's life. No one else's.