His Great Game (Sherlock x Reader)

Chapter 20: Wedding Bells?

"(Y/n)?" Sherlock called out. "(Y/n), Mycroft and Lestrade are here- they have some things to go over with us before we can leave."

I smoothed down my dress. "Okay." I called out and hurried to the door, unlocking and opening it. I froze when I saw Sherlock. "Whoa." I allowed myself a second to take it all in. I should be used to seeing him dress formally by now- he does it every day. But somehow, today was different. He looked absolutely amazing, sporting what was clearly a designer tuxedo. Every piece was black from his oxfords, to his cummerbund, to his bowtie- save the white tuxedo shirt (and even that had black buttons). It all made his pocket handkerchief stand out- it was the same midnight blue as my dress. I quirked an eyebrow. So we're all matching, then? Squad goals. I moved my gaze to his hair, which had been thoroughly combed and styled so that his curls looked even more perfect than normal.

"Enjoying the view, are we?" Sherlock joked, snapping me out of my thoughts. I blushed and slapped him on the shoulder playfully.

"Oh, shut up."

He chuckled and moved aside, gesturing for me to walk ahead of him. As I passed, he leaned in and whispered in his baritone voice. "You look stunning." I smiled at the ground. With that, he fell into step beside me, his hand on my lower back. My nerves tingled. In the few short seconds it took to get to the living room, several thoughts flashed through my head. The most prominent one was that Sherlock and I actually could pass for a real couple- we sure looked the part. Our facial features, though contrasting, complimented each other in ways I couldn't explain. You could just look at us and think... they just go together, you know? I shook my head, dismissing the thought. Maybe it was just me.

We rounded the corner to meet everyone else, and Sherlock moved his hand to my waist. Lestrade and Mycroft were fiddling with earpieces, assumedly for the three of us. The prep trio stood talking to each other, and John was trying (and failing) to make conversation with Anthea. As soon as we walked in, all chatter ceased and the entire room looked on in awe. Everyone had stupid grins on their faces, and I was momentarily worried. Oh God, what is it? What happened?

"Wow." John said breathily. "(Y/n), you look amazing."

I felt Sherlock pull me a little closer towards him, though I had no idea why. I blushed. "Thanks, John." I surveyed his attire. Same shoes and suit as Sherlock's, except his handkerchief was plain white instead of blue. Okay, maybe we're not all matching... His hair had been parted to the side and was gelled down, pretty much like Moriarty's. No, stop it. Now's not the time... Don't think about him. "You look very handsome, yourself." He smiled and nodded in thanks, and the room resumed its chatter once more, the trance broken.

"Miss (L/n)." Mycroft said as he and Lestrade approached Sherlock and I. "You look wonderful." His smile was genuine today, unlike the condescending ones he usually wore. Sherlock pulled me closer again, his grip tightening. Good grief, what's his deal?

I chose to ignore Sherlock, instead addressing the two gentlemen standing in front of me. "Evening Mycroft. Lestrade." I nodded to each of them in turn, and they returned the gesture.

"Evening to you as well, (Y/n)." Lestrade said as he pulled earpieces out of a small box he had been carrying. "Let's get straight to it, then. John!" He called out for the third member of our trio, and he was at my side in seconds.

"Ready." He said, standing a little straighter, waiting for his orders. I resisted the urge to smile. Good old John, ever the soldier.

Lestrade handed an earpiece to each of us in turn. Instead of traditional earpieces, they were small and round, almost button-like. I recognized them- they were meant to go behind the ear instead of in. This way, they were more discreet. "Put these on. We've got hidden cameras in the restaurant and hotel already. We can see what's happening, but you'll need these so we can communicate with you. They've got built in mics. Give it a press and you can stop sound from relaying to us, but we'll always be able to talk to you. Another press and it allows us to hear again." He eyed us all sternly. "Try not to press it too often, okay? We need to hear anything that could give us clues on Wellington's network."