My Mr.Holmes

Chapter 7

Sofia pov:

I stayed in the police station waiting for some news when I heard the station doors being opened. When I turned my head I found myself looking directly at Sherlock holmes. 

"Don't be ridiculous." he said, as though this was normal but unfortunately for him Grail had other plans.

Sherlock was pushed away as the allegations against Enola were too heavy for even a famous detective like Sherlock to be able to get her out.
I overheard their entire conversation so I felt that it was alright for me to leave now hoping that perhaps having a lord for a brother may help get enola out.

It's cold when I step out and all I hear is the bustling of carriages and drunkards, my carriage is gone now and I'm forced to walk home since I used the last of my change on the way here. 

"Miss Tewksbury, it is dark and cold, why don't I accompany you on your way home?"

His face is glowing under the streetlights and I can't help but stare foolishly until he clears his throat and I am forced to answer.

"Mr holmes, I'm surprised you recognised me under the mask, and yes please that would be most appreciated"

"Your eyes."

"Pardon?"
"The green dress makes your eyes look enchanted, it's how I knew it was you, that and the bow you were wearing the first time I saw you" 

"Always playing detective, will there ever be a time when ur just Sherlock and not the great detective?" He smirked at my comment and shrugged. I thought he would leave my question unanswered but to my surprise his answer was more than sufficient.

"I am always me, even when I'm not on a case, I will always remain detective holmes"

"Well then detective, what can we do to get our dear enola out of this mess"

"Well first we get a drink and perhaps some dinner unless you've already eaten?"

"I'd love to, except I fear I may be too overdressed"

"Nonsense, I think you look perfect."

He smiled, so elegant and proud he looks, I think to myself. The stubborn and independent side of me hates this dinner but the idea of getting Enola out of jail surpasses any of my doubts so I grab his outstretched arm and find myself willingly going to dinner with the most narcissistic of the Holmes'.

Sherlocks pov:

I wasn't lying when I said the dress makes her eyes look enchanted, because it does. She looks pale under the streetlights but her skin is glowing and her lips are glistening. I don't particularly enjoy the idea of going to dinner with someone as proud as she is but I'll do anything to get enola out, and if miss Tewksbury has any ideas, that would be much appreciated.

Her grip on my arm tightens as we walk and I can't help but shiver. I wonder if she noticed but I suppose only a detective would and she is but a sales clerk at an old bookstore.

"Say how is work miss Tewksbury, is the bookstore to your liking?"

"Sofia, and yes it's beautiful I would spend forever there if I could"

"Right Sofia, then you must call me Sherlock"

"I'm afraid not detective, you see you are an important detective where as I am a measly lady, I must use the proper formalities, and besides I like the sound of detective, don't you?"

Infuriating, how am I more important than a lady. Her brothers a bloody lord.

However I must admit, the use of detective does fuel my ego a bit so I let her comment slide, but not before showing my disdain in a simple but effective eye roll.