From 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...
A few months had passed with nothing going on. I had returned to work and still not figured out why my uncle was here. I assumed Mycroft had deduced why I hated him so much, but I hadn't told Sherlock. I didn't plan on telling him either.
It was now Christmas time and Sherlock and John had thrown a party, with the help of Mrs. Hudson of course. Greg came and John brought his current girlfriend who I didn't remember the name of. I wore a tasteful knee length red dress and Sherlock was in his usual suit. Mrs. Hudson was enjoying herself and taking pictures of everyone. She had taken the best picture of myself and Sherlock, who was wearing antlers and actually smiling.
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Sherlock was now playing We Wish You a Merry Christmas on his violin. Outside there was snow on the ground and inside I had helped Mrs. Hudson hang some lights.
"Lovely, Sherlock. That was lovely." Mrs. Hudson said when he was done playing.
"Mm, marvelous." John said as he brought his girlfriend a drink.
"That was very good." Greg said, he thanked me as I handed him a beer.
"I wish you could have worn the antlers." I laughed.
"Some things are best left to the imagination, Adelaide." He smirked as he put his violin down and wrapped his arm around my waist, placing a kiss on my lips. We both turned to the door where Molly was just entering.
"Oh, dear Lord." Sherlock whispered to me and I giggled.
Molly had on bright red lipstick and large sparkly hoop earrings. In her hands she had two big bags of presents.
"Hello, everyone. Sorry, hello. Uh, it said on the door just come up." She said.
"Hello, Molly." Everyone said.
"Everybody saying hello to each other, how wonderful!" Sherlock said sarcastically.
"Be nice, or I'm not spending the night." I teased.
"That's not fair." Sherlock said, I raised my shoulders.
"Guess you'll have to be nice then." I said.
"But being nice is hard." Sherlock said.
"Then that will be the only thing that's hard tonight." I teased and laughed at myself.
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