RDJ Imagines

The End(?)

Sherlock x Y/N
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"Thank you for the dance Mr. Holmes." I smiled at Sherlock, as he held my hand, walking towards John and Simza.

"You're welcome darling. Have I told you that you look stunning in that dress of yours." Sherlock said.

"Yes so many times today." I giggled.

"I'll keep telling you." Sherlock gave me a gentle kiss on my cheek.

"Will you say that the day of our wedding?" I asked.

"Of course. I'll say that, and I do to the most beautiful, and intriguing woman in the world." Sherlock smiled.

"It's in only a few months. This is so close darling. I'm excited!" I said, happily.

"And I wish the time will go faster my love." I gave him a quick kiss.

"Holmes." John said. Sherlock looked his way. "Moriarty is here, but I don't know where." I went to stand next to Simza.

"I shall go and find him." Sherlock said. "There's no point in waiting."

"Darling please--" I began.

"I promise you, everything will be fine. We'll be on the carriage back home in no time." He kissed me. "I love you darling."

"I love you too." I said, giving a light smile. I had a bad feeling, but I kept a smile on my face. "Be careful."

Sherlock gave me a nod, then walked away.

"Where is Sherlock going?" Simza asked, looking around.

People danced around in circles to the orchestra playing. There was Prime Ministers from each country in Europe standing to the side and having deep conversations.

"To find Moriarty." I said.

"We were supposed to stick together." Simza says, and I agreed with her.

"Don't worry, he knows what he's doing. We just have to find René." John looked back at the Prime Ministers.

"How will we find him? They've changed his appearance." I said.

"I can only find him when I recognize his eyes. He has those eyes... that I can never forget." Simza said, looking towards the crowd of men.

"Is that him? Over there near the Hungarian Prime Minister?" John asked, leaning over to us, whispering.

"I-- I can't really see his face." Simza whispered back, looking intensely. She further scanned for René through the crowd.

A minute passed and she spoke.

"I think... that's him." She said, slowly.

"Where?" John and I asked.

"Near the British Prime Minister. I got a glimpse of his face, but now he has his back towards us slightly." She explained.

"Simza you have to be certain." I said.

"I--" Is all she managed to say. I had a idea of getting everyone to look up. I saw the waiter with champagne walking towards us.

"When the waiter comes near us, I'm going to knock the plate over. When I do, look to see if that's really him. There will be enough time for you to evaluate." I said to Simza, and John.

The waiter came closer, and I walked forwards slightly and placed my hand down on the plate; knocking it down.

Everyone looked our way due to the drop. I saw Simza and John both looking intensely at the faces.