Lace POV
"Sherlock! Are you nearly ready to go?!?"
I yell walking up the final clean of dirt stairs, a small creek emerging from one of the smaller steps I stand on. My eyes go to the stair I stood on and laugh a little.
"This flat is a mess all around I swear..." I mutter slightly under my breath with a small grin at the wonderfully imperfect place.
Files in one hand and Sherlock's dark blue tie in the other. "I've brought you your......tie..." I walk in through the entrance to see him fixing his collar. His eyes slowly rise, scanning my laced deep ocean floor laced dress and he slowly edges his way up my body, his eyes never lingering anywhere for too long.
Unaware, I do the same. My eyes trailing from his freshly polished shoes to his pitch black pants up past his perfectly figured waist to his chest covered in a white undershirt and black over top. Finally, we lock eyes as I look into his mesmerizing eyes with my own and smile widely, walking to him and hands him his tie happily.
Looking at me he smiles nodding before walking into the bathroom. Curiously I follow him to see him attempting, not the word attempting, to tie the tie. Chuckling lightly I follow his footsteps to him and take the tie from his hands.
"Here dear let me," Gently I wrap the tie around his neck, flicking his collar up as I tie it before placing his collar down and fixing a few parts with a smile "all done."
We are supposed to meet up with Scotland Yard at a party. Ever since the recording there had been no sign of Moriarty so we presume it was a prank but still officials are looking for everything they can that may have the slightest hint of Moriarty stench over it. What better attraction to him, if he was out there than that of a party with his arch-enemy present and the whole of Scotland Yard?
Smiling and nodding in thanks, Sherlock offers his hand out to me. Blushing a light shade of pink I take his hand happily before walking down the stairs with him into the moonlit street. Whistling he holds his hand up to signal for a cab Automatically as if it was previously planned a cab swings into the area. Opening my door Sherlock holds my other hand and guides me to the opening of the vehicle. I slip into the overly perfumed car before sliding over for Sherlock. He slowly hops into the car and gives the address.
Once we arrive there is a large opening with white beautiful lights on the trees outside. We hop out and he slowly guides me to the entrance of the beautiful chandleries, double floored ballroom. People were laughing and talking among themselves, men in suits and women done up to impress their co-workers. Smiling I greet the others and make small conversation, Sherlock's hand softly placed on the small of my back.
Soon enough I spot Anderson and smile at him, waving a bit. He waves back a little and raises his glass. I follow his action in cheers and take a sip of my drink. Turning back to Sherlock I continue to talk to him softly. A man walks in the entrance with sunglasses on. Watching his movements, no one else had noticed but Sherlock and Greg.
Noticing the air in the room becomes slightly more stuffy, I sit down in a chair that Sherlock pulled out for me. John is out visiting a woman named Mary. The ballroom is still busy and people are still chattering. Greg, Sherlock and I are keeping an eye on the strange man who walked in with sunglasses.
A woman in the crowd wearing a wine red dress of silt fluttered through the crowds of people towards Sherlock and myself. Lovingly she smiled at Sherlock, the sunglasses man accompanying her.
She was rather beautiful. Dark chestnut hair which was well placed. Fine makeup with a little bit of extra contouring to make her cheekbones more apparent which was suitably seeming the gloriousness of this wonderful event.
"Ah, I'm Lace. It's wonderful to meet you, Miss...."
"Hooper. molly Hooper." She smiled simply with her eyes focused on Sherlock.
"And who is this man you are accompanied by Miss Hooper?" I ask curiously with an undertone of mischief.
"Gale Miss Lace." Smiling he holds his hand out for me to shake, his jaw was moving slightly as I noticed he had an earpiece in. It was hidden well though behind his hair. Briefly, I glance at Sherlock to reveal he had noticed too. Smiling I turn my head back to Gale and nod. He was chewing gum. At a sophisticated party, he chose to chew gum?
The night went all as planned. Molly kept flirting with Sherlock and he kept trying to get away. Greg and I eventually made bets on if Sherlock would kiss Molly's cheek to get her to leave him alone. In the end, he did. It was quite a sight. Anderson snapped a photo or three I am sure of it.
Opening the door Sherlock allows me to walk in first. Nothing suspicious happened apart from that weird man. He keeps nagging at the back of my mind. It wasn't Moriarty for sure, but I swear I know his face and it's related to Moriarty somehow.
After having a cup of tea with the boys, I have a quick shower and head to bed. But I don't think I'll be getting any sleep. My mind is focused on that man.
