Sherlock - The Game Is On!

The Sign Of Three- Three

Chapter Three

Slipping my dress on, I look to the mirror. Mary wanted me as a bridesmaid which I had no objection to. Mary and I grew close over time. However, one thing pestered me. I had a funny feeling about her. The word LIAR would spring to my head every so often. "You look divine." Sherlock hugs me from behind staring into the mirror and snapping me away from my thoughts. "You think?" I asked unsurely, I was trying to straighten the dress out. Sherlock peppered a few kisses along my scar littered neck. "Why are you embarrassed?"

"Just not used to wearing dresses." I mumble, looking down. "Well I think you look divine." He dismisses. Mar-Mars voice was echoing from the living room. "Well, it's time to leave." I state. Sherlock squeezed me tighter. "Mr Holmes... We need to go."

"Five more minutes." He mumbled. I laughed, before slipping away.

Church bells ring and the doors to the church open. John and Mary, newly married, walk out followed by Sherlock and I, loosely clasped to him and the chief bridesmaid, whose name is Janine, then two more bridesmaids and the vicar. A photographer stands outside. "Congratulations! Okay, hold it there, I wanna get this shot of the newlyweds." John and Mary stop and the bridesmaids and myself as well as the others stand behind them. Sherlock steps to Mary's side. "Er, just the bride and groom, please."
Sherlock doesn't move. "Darling?" He snaps from his gaze and walks out the shot. "Okay. Three, two, one, cheese!"

As the bridesmaids, we throw handfuls of confetti into the air and the photographer starts taking pictures. The rest of the congregation come out and the photo taking continues, including one of John, Sherlock and Greg standing side by side, with the pageboy standing in front of them wearing Sherlock's top hat. Later, the photographer takes a picture of Sherlock and Janine. Mary walks over to me. "Get a photo with your man. I see you clenching your fists and planning Janine's murder from a mile away." She flabbergasted. Nudging me towards the photographer, Sherlock takes his stand from behind me staying neutral. A few flashes begin, "Come on guys you can do better than that." Mary shouts.

Taking Sherlock's top hat away from him, I place it on my head and stare intensely to him. Sherlock softens up and clasps his arms around my stomach. We pose for a few more photos before leaving.

Nearby, Molly stands with her fiancé Tom. She gazes at Sherlock and if she really believes that she has 'moved on,' her expression suggests that she's not fooling anyone but herself. I clasp onto Sherlock a little tighter.

After the photographer has finished with us all, Janine makes her way towards us. "The famous Mr Holmes! I'm very pleased to meet you. But no sex, okay?" I double take to look at her, alarmed. "Um, sorry?"

"You don't have to look so scared. I'm only messing. Bridesmaid, best man... It's a bit traditional. Although I already see you've got someone... Michelle is it?." She looks to me. I nod my head. "If that's the sort of thing you're looking for the man over there in blue is your best bet. Recently divorced doctor with a ginger cat a barn conversion and a history of erectile dysfunction." I wince slightly. "Reviewing that information, possibly not your best bet." I spoke. "Yeah, maybe not."

"Sorry, there was one more deduction there than I was expecting."

"Mr Holmes you're going to be incredibly useful." Janine hugs Sherlock's arm. I disentangle myself, walking away. I feel that psychotic streak in me again.

Later, John and Mary, with Sherlock and I at John's side, stand outside the venue for the reception, greeting the guests. "Hello. Lovely to meet you." Mary kisses a woman lightly on the cheek. There's a few more greeting before: "David!"

She reaches out her arms ready to hug him. He leans away, laughing nervously, and just clasps her arms briefly. "Mary. Congratulations. You look, um, very nice." He quickly moves away from her. Mary looks puzzled. He shakes John's hand. "John, congratulations. You're a lucky man."