Clandestine meetings (Sherlock X OC)

Chapter 5

After two days, Watson was again sat in his chair in the morning, with the newspaper in his hand. Wondering when will the door of Mr detective will open. He's been in his bedroom this whole morning. He went out once just to say he won't be having any breakfast today. He doesn't eat when he's got a case. After saying so he went inside and locked the bedroom door.

After a few minutes some faint footsteps were heard as Watson looked up. To his surprise, it was almost unrecognisable. Holmes was dressed as Mr Scott. The same moustache, same wig, and similar type of coat. And as luck favoured him, they both had similar eye colour.

“My God, Holmes! You look just like the man in the photograph.”

Holmes smirked and stole a glance at himself in the mirror, satisfied with his disguise, “Just stay here and wait. When you receive an empty wire with my name on it, I expect you to make a call to Scotland Yard.”

“Your wish is my command,” said Watson and nodded, staring at his tall figure as he went out of the flat with full enthusiasm.

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As Holmes hired a cab and got into it he recalled every little detail Devi told him as she smartly, without any doubt made her husband speak of him. Mr Scott, his reputation in the office is of a quite yet joyous man, he talks to everyone with a big smile which Holmes had to work to get Mr Scott right. As he reached Mr Dey's office I sighed and got down from the cab. He stood for a second or two before getting inside. He smiled at everyone who noticed him with a bit confusion in their facial expression. Yet as everyone bid him good morning he also nodded and with a huge grin did the same. As he registered his name in the register a man came to him and asked,
“You were on leave, were you not?”

Holmes stared at him. Trying to deduce if there's any identity he can find of him, and there was, a paper he hold which he was working on as he held the fountain still in his hand, and under that paper was his signature, Mr Crawley. “I never said that I would be gone forever Mr Crawley,” Holmes replied giving him a grin, a forced one yet such, that could convince anyone of him being Mr Scott, “I came early from my vacation so I thought of joining, I'll inform our manager don't worry”.
With a nod, Holmes quickly moved pass Mr Crawley and swiftly went to James Scott's cabin without making any further eye contact with anyone.

Holmes went straight to the desk and took some random papers which looked like important articles. He picked a few that he thought would be important to people, which went like “Queen Victoria's Golden Jubilee” he rolled his eyes as he read it, such unimportant news yet people seem to love reading this news for hundredth time. “Match girl's strick” he seemed to find it more interesting than the previous, yet he gathered it without reading as he gathered another, “British colonised India” he stopped as he found it. He read the article, how blind has he been all this days he thought. Everything that glorified British newspaper was eventually traumatizing to, especially, the working class one, the farmers. He stood thinking how Mr Dey have been wronged. How much the biased eyes of police inspectors have to not see the obvious. But then he also recalled how wronged Devi has been by her husband. Shaking his head he gathered those three articles and made his way to Mr Dey's cabin straight. Unfortunately it was empty. And fortunately Mr Reynolds went out to a meeting with the monarchist and won't be coming until two hours. However this always happens, he goes out of the office each and every day for three to four hours. As Holmes was about get his work done someone called from behind,

“What are you doing here, Scott? Do you need something from Dey’s cabin?”

He turned to see a rather healthy man staring at him with suspicious eyes. Although Holmes wasn't moved a bit he kept his composer and said,

“He had asked me to tally some documents. I was just going inside for that thing. Why? Is he not here?” Holmes feigned innocence.

“Oh, my. Do you really not know what happened here? I shall tell you everything after work when we smoke a pipe together, do not worry.” he left with a smirk.