Elephant's Memory (Sherlock BBC)

The Blind Banker part 5: Date

"Clara! Please don't hurt Clara!"

"Baby, run!"

"Baby, close your eyes! Mummy loves you!"

"Sweetheart!"

"No!"

Clara sat bolt upright, hand pressed against her heart. The rhythm was fast and almost unsteady.

It had been years since she had dreamt of her parents murders. Years. Susan had put a stop to them when Clara was twenty-three.

But then again, Susan wasn't here to help anymore, and Clara knew that.

There was a knock on the door just as her heart rate began to slow.

"Madam, you have a visitor downstairs."

"Send her away."

"It's Mr. Holmes."

"Wonderful. Send him away."

"Ma'am, I tried. He is insisting on-"

"Does he know that it's eight in the morning?" She hissed at her door.

"Yes ma'am. He's refusing to leave. Would you prefer me to call the authorities?"

"No, no." She ran a hand through her hair. "It's alright, I'll see him."

"Would you like me to have him brought upstairs?"

"No, the library. Let me dress first, and tell him that I will meet him there shortly."

"As you wish, Ms. Evangeline." Was the reply.

Clara slid out of her sheets, removing her clothes from the previous night. She slipped on a dark, high necked dress and heels, throwing on a bit of perfume. Her hair was always everywhere anyway, so she left it well alone except for a quick brush through. Herbert was standing outside the door.

"Herbert, are the kids packed to go to Dorset tonight?"

"Not quite yet, Madame. Eloise is on a mission to get that a stain out of the kitchen floor."

"The one next to the island?" Her butler nodded. "Ha, good luck with that. People have been trying to get that stain out since I was a child. Get one of the other girls on it. We don't have time for dilly dallying when the schedule is so jam packed."

"Yes, miss." She headed down the stairs first, going through things on her work phone with a stylus. Herbert followed.

"Did you get ahold of Wilhelm last night?"

"Yes. He is taking care of the situation. According to him, it appears that someone was simply making a fuss over nothing."

"Good. I'll take breakfast in the library today. Bring something light for Mr. Holmes, and a coffee for him as well. Black, two sugars I would think."

"And for yourself? Your usual?"

"Add an extra sugar to the coffee for me, this time. You're dismissed."

"Yes, Miss!" He said, before walking down to the kitchen while Clara went to the library.

Sherlock was sitting in the lesser used chair, legs crossed.

"You're here much earlier than I expected you to be." she replied, still scrolling through her phone.

"You knew I was coming?" Sherlock asked, eyebrow quirking up.

"Of course you were. You practically watched me sneak out of your bedroom window. How long did it take you to go through all of those books?" She sat down, legs crossed in a way that was perfectly normal to her but enticing to most men. .