"Ms. Gregson, I've brought your dress." My assistant entered my office and held up a garment bag.
"Dress?" I muttered, my eyes not leaving the papers in front of me, my work completely distracting me. Who knew missile threats lead to so much paperwork.
"For the wedding ma'am. Your driver is ready whenever you are." He explained, snapping me out of my trance.
"Ok, I'm almost done here." I informed him, pointing to the door for him to hang the dress.
Once all the papers and notes were gathered together to be sent off to Mycroft, I slipped into my tastefully simple dress. I was a lover of fashion since birth, most likely due to my mother being a dress designer, but I knew it was a total faux pas to outshine a bride at a wedding. So I opted for a simple spring colored dress.
The drive to the venue was about an hour outside of London, and I was grateful for an escape from the city. The long trip presented an opportunity to take care of some work and update Mycroft on the events of the morning.
Nearing my destination, I received a text from Sherlock.
Service is over, not as entirely painful as I expected. The pictures... now that's another story.
-SH
I chuckled to myself, after all this time he still signs his initials with every text. I'm convinced that it's a preset in his phone that he secretly has no idea how to change, but of course he'd never admit that.
It's almost over, I attempted to reassure him, I'm in the car now, I'll be there soon. Xx
When I arrived, everyone was in the reception hall milling about and visiting. I spotted Sherlock from behind, chatting with a woman in a lilac bridesmaid dress. I approached him and laid a hand on his arm to get his attention.
"Hi." He whipped around and smiled, happy to see me. He placed a gentle kiss on my cheek. Either this whole wedding thing was torture or he was more nervous about his speech than you thought.
"Sorry I'm late." I apologized.
"You're here now." He nodded, grateful for my presence.
"That I am," I suddenly realized I had interrupted their conversation and turned to apologize to the bridesmaid, "Oh I'm sorry-."
I turned to who he was talking to, ready to apologize, when my face went flush. My smile faltered for just a moment, long enough for Sherlock to clock my reaction.
"Hello Ms. Gregson," Janine said with a cheery smile.
"H-hi Janine." I tried to recover and smile politely.
"Sherlock here's been trying to find me a suitable date." She explained, I was still in shock that she was here, considering my last encounter was her boss blackmailing me.
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Hello Detective
FanfictionFrom desk worker detective to Sergeant at Scotland Yard, Adelaide Gregson has come a long way from her days in Manhattan. When one consulting detective catches her eye, things get complicated. When a case now means life or death, will sentiment prov...