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Chapter One - Sherlocked - Part Three

You had been at Sherlock and John’s flat not even a few weeks and trouble was already brewing. To start with, an explosion on Baker Street occurred. That’s right; a huge explosion took out Sherlock’s flat while he was home. You were at the grocer buying food and John was at his girlfriend’s house when it happened. You both arrived at the same time to see that Sherlock was with his brother Mycroft and they were totally unaffected.  Like usual, Mycroft was on business and didn’t waste a second to try and get Sherlock on a case which he promptly refused.

            Sherlock was soon called to Scotland Yard to investigate a case that involved the sound of Greenwich pips. Following these pips was a photograph. These photos lead Sherlock and John all over the place, solving little pieces at a time of an even larger puzzle.

             As the pips decreased in number, Sherlock eventually let you join him and John following a photograph of the River Thames. You found a corpse on the shore and immediately let Sherlock know. He used this as an opportunity to let you deduce who this man was and the cause of death, dropping hints as you went. “What do you observe first?” Sherlock asks bending down next to you. You had knelt down in the sand to get a better look at the dead man.

            “Well,” you began, “He seems to be a security guard of sorts because of the uniform on him.”

            “Take a closer look. Tell me where he worked.” You carefully searched his pockets and found a wad of paper with faded, but legible print, on it.

            “It’s tickets to an unveiling.” You said and passed it up to Sherlock. He immediately pocketed it as you said, “He works at an art gallery.”

            “Excellent. Now,” He stood and walked over to the other side of him, “I will explain the rest. You did well by the way. You were smart enough to go through his pockets. Not many people will rummage through a dead man’s trousers.”

            You gave him a smile as John explained how this man was not drowned like it looks but he had died of asphyxiation. He even pointed out the bruises that had formed around his neck. Sherlock then checked Interpol records and let everyone know, even Lestrade who had been very quiet, that the killer was Golem, a famous assassin that squeezes the life out of his victims.  When Lestrande finally spoke, he let you all know where that gallery was and you were all off faster than a shake of a lamb’s tail.

            On the way to the gallery, Sherlock made the cab pull over for a few minutes. He left with John on his heels and came back, you and John thinking nothing of it. He told us that he was investing. When you all arrived, Sherlock and you exited the cab and sent John to investigate a couple flats, the guard’s and an astronomer’s. You and Sherlock headed inside the gallery through the back. It felt weird to go through the back door into a closed gallery. The law obviously wasn’t a factor in Sherlock’s way of doing things.

            Sherlock walked ahead of you, swung open a door that read “security,” and motioned for you to enter. As soon as the door shut, Sherlock pulled off his scarf and tossed it to you before unbuttoning his coat. “What are you doing?” You asked with a feeling of embarrassment.

            “What do you think I’m doing?” he said.

            “Well, you’re getting undressed. Are you changing clothes?”

            “Exactly; I’m putting on a disguise.“ He cracked open an employee locked and pulled out the uniform within. A Hat, jacket, badge, and dress shirt were in the locker and Sherlock went right to work. You watched as he quickly took off his dress shirt and threw it to you.

            You blushed madly as he grabbed the other shirt and unfolded it. He pulled his arms through the sleeves of the uniform’s shirt as he turned back to look at you. You quickly held up his clothing a little higher to hide the lower half of your face. You knew he could tell you were blushing but you liked knowing that you could still hide it. You also had to hide the fact that your jaw would have dropped if you had not held the clothes up. Your eyes ceased widening as he buttoned the last button and shrugged on the jacket. He did a little flip of the hat before placing it upon his head and spreading his arms out to you.

            “How do I look?” He asked.

            “Like a man on a mission.”

            “Don’t lie.”

            “Fine, you look like Sherlock Holmes in an Officer’s uniform.”

            “Good. I look like an officer.”

            “Did you not just-“

            “The art of disguise is knowing how to hide in plain sight. Stay here, I’ll be back.” Sherlock stun around and flew out the door and towards the gallery. In the back of your mind you knew he only heard what he wanted to hear, which you were strangely okay with. If you had continued to say that he had looked dashing or anything and he was listening, you would have died right then and there.

            You sat down on a bench and took a look at the window in the door Sherlock just left through. There was no movement, so you decided to try on his jacket and scarf. You folded the dress shirt up and then promptly put the scarf on. It was soft and comforting as it hugged your neck, like a constant gentle hug. You stood and held up the coat in front of you. Sherlock’s very tall so this was going to be close. You pulled each arm through the sleeves and shrugged the collar into place. As you adjusted the collar into a popped state and buttoned up the front, the end of the coat was just a few inches from the ground.

            You smiled to yourself as you spun around and let the coat flow. As you stopped and the coat settled, you took a deep breath and a sweet sent traveled up to your nose. You pulled up the collar and scarf to take a whiff. It was coming from the jacket and it was simply heavenly. It smelt like an English muffin, freshly toasted with a little jam. It was warm and inviting.

            As you took in the scent again, Sherlock politely kicked in the door with a delightful and quick greeting. “Hello. Don’t you look marvelous? Let’s go.” You followed him outside, picking up his shirt as you went. The both of you returned home to Baker Street where you promptly returned Sherlock’s things, he changed back into them, and then you headed outside to wait for John. As John arrived, Sherlock received payment from his investment and you all set out in search for the infamous Golem.