3:49AM
Jim. –SM

3:52AM
Jim. -SM

3:55AM
James, answer your god damn phone. –SM

4:01AM
Seriously Boss. –SM

4:08AM
What happened to your compulsive need to answer your phone? –SM

4:11AM
I'm coming home. –SM

4:12AM
Leaving my post and coming home. –SM

4:13AM
Don't you dare, Moran. –JM

4:14AM
What the hell is wrong with you? –SM

4:15AM
Me?! What's wrong with me?! It's quarter past four in the morning, Sebastian! –JM

4:15AM
So?

4:16AM
Apparently people are meant to sleep at this hour. –JM

4:17AM
If I have to be awake you can be too. –SM

4:18AM
What did I do to deserve that? –JM

4:21AM
You've had be on this rooftop for the last six nights, that's what. –SM

4:22AM
For a good reason. –JM

4:22AM
Sherlock Holmes is not a 'good reason' for me, James. –SM

4:24AM
Why are you so hung up on this now? Why not three nights ago when it was at record low temperatures? –JM

4:25AM
What day is it Jim? –SM

4:25AM
16th of August. Why? –JM

4:35AM
Think about it and get back to me when you figure it out. –SM

4:47AM
Oh. –JM

4:47AM
Come home. –JM

4:47AM
Now. –JM

4:48AM
Seriously? –SM

4:48AM
Yes. –JM

5:00AM
I'm here, is it open? –SM

5:01AM
Yes. –JM

5:01AM
Please say the door hasn't been unlocked all day. –SM

5:02AM
Don't worry, I already know the answer. –SM

Sebastian walked in to the kitchen, smiling when he found a gift that could only be from Jim- a heart (Sebastian wasn't exactly sure what it was from) that appeared to be preserved by… Well, Sebastian wasn't too sure about that either. Next to it is a piece of paper with Jim's distinct handwriting scrawled across it.

'Happy anniversary Seb. Six years and we haven't killed each other. Impressive.
-Jim x

PS: If you ever threaten to leave your post again, there will be trouble, no matter how much I love you. You would make a very pretty suit.

And yes, I did just admit is, and yes, I do mean it.'

Sebastian's smile widened as he made his way into the bedroom, where as expected, he found Jim. "Love you too."

Jim laughed slightly and rolled over to look at him. "You'd better. Now go to sleep, we'll talk in the morning. It's quarter past five in the morning for God's sake."

"And I've been on a roof until about this time for the last six nights, remember?" Sebastian pointed out.

"Shut up before I send you back," Jim muttered, only half joking.

Sebastian grinned. "Yes Boss." Ten minutes later, both criminals were asleep, Jim wrapped securely in Sebastian's arms and Sebastian looking as though he didn't have a care in the world.