'Mrs Jackson'

Sebastian was bored. Jim was seeing a client in his office, and Sebastian was stuck until he could get a word in with his boss. He sat, leaning his forearms on his legs, fingers drumming on his knee. Across from where the chairs were positioned, he could see Mrs Jackson, Jim's secretary, typing away. She was frowning a little as she compared two papers, then she rolled her eyes and balled one of them up. It suddenly struck Moran that there were a few very special things about Moriarty's secretary. For lack of a better thing to do, he began a mental list.

1. Mrs Jackson. It obviously (well, obvious to him) wasn't her real name.
2. She was absolutely, freezing-ice cold.
3. She was beautiful and
a. managed to go largely unnoticed.
b. he had never had any desire to hit on her.
4. His boss had a crush on her. A teenage-boy, my-heart-aches, bona fide, crush.

That last one was, debatably, the strangest of them all. What on earth could Jim Moriarty, who could have basically any woman he wanted, see in his glacial PA? That didn't stop it from being funny, and Sebastian was fairly sure that he and Jim were the only two who knew about Jim's massive crush. Of course, Seb (as he was learning to respond to) only ever brought it up if his boss was in an exceptionally good mood, which was in itself rare enough, but it made them feel almost like friends. Which was slightly terrifying, and even more exciting. Sebastian didn't make many friends, and he could use one in such a high (low?) place.

((anybody want to make something happen?))