This is a little story inside the story from earlier on where Sherlock meets Evie's parents. I will continue this :)

Sherlock and Evie had been dating for just over a year, Evie had moved into 221B Baker Street only a few weeks before. John spent a considerably large amount of his time at Sarah's place meaning they spent most nights alone in the flat.

Evie was lying face down in Sherlock's bed. She glanced at the clock on the table; it was 7:53am on Saturday. She could hear Sherlock in the shower so decided to get up as well and put the kettle on. John had stayed at Sarah again last night but would probably join them around 8:30 ish when Sarah left for work. Evie walked into the kitchen, filled up the kettle and stood waiting for it to boil. The weather was cold for the time of year yet she still wore bed shorts and a vet top, a favourite of hers. She didn't have work again until Tuesday; Sherlock worked whenever so she was hoping this weekend would be quiet.

About 5 minutes later Sherlock joined her in the kitchen wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. Evie thought this a risky move since last time she had made him coffee, she had dropped it in his lap. He came up behind her and grabbed her waist, making her jump. Evie managed to make the coffee while Sherlock sat watching her. They sat in the living room watching the news at Evie's request while Sherlock edited his website. The front door clicked signalling John's arrival home. Sherlock shot from the sofa towards his bedroom, nearly losing his towel in the process. He didn't like anyone but Evie seeing him like this.

"Hi Sherlock, Evie I'm back" said John, walking up the stairs.

"Hey, Sherlock's just getting changed, he was only wearing a towel" said Evie smirking, John laughed and then went to make some tea. Sherlock reappeared a few minutes later wearing a shirt and jeans. While John and Sherlock discussed the plans for the day, Evie checked her emails.

"Oh Shit" said Evie, "It's my mother" Evie and her mother never saw eye to eye on anything related to Evie life. She didn't agree with Evie moving to London, her relationship with the 'famous' Sherlock Holmes or anything else for that matter.

"What's it about?" asked Sherlock, he had never met this women but new a good deal about her.

"She wants us to go to this ball thing that she's hosting tomorrow, she wants to meet you Sherlock" said Evie, she said in a frustrated manner. Evie didn't enjoy her mother's events, she had managed to dodge the last several which involved Sherlock's introduction, but this one would be tricky.

"When is it?" asked Sherlock.

"Tomorrow, It's at my family home, it's about 30 minutes' drive from here. But we're not going" said Evie, she was going to find an excuse even if it took all day.

"Okay" agreed Sherlock, he didn't mind, either way, Evie's family had no effect on their relationship and therefore he didn't care. Evie emailed her mother a rather blunt reply and a few minutes later her mobile rang.

"Oh god, does she never give up" muttered Evie, she picked up the phone, took a deep breath and then answered it. John slipped out the room, signalling to Sherlock that he was leaving them alone.

"Evie Grace Miller!" spoke a raised voice from the other end of the phone. "How come you not attending tomorrow? Put me on speaker this instant! I want to talk to this boyfriend of yours as well!" Sherlock raised an eyebrow at this comment, looking slightly offended.

'Who me?' mouthed Sherlock to Evie, he didn't want to speak as he might be questioned as well.

"Yes you!' Evie mouthed back, she turned the phone to speak, placed it on the table and then sat down with Sherlock.

"It's on Mum, and we can't make it tomorrow, sorry" said Evie, she didn't want to talk to her but could never be rude.

"Evie! I insist that you come! Your father and I demand to meet Mr. Holmes! You have avoided every other event and we are sick of it, you are coming." Sherlock looked offended again by this but quickly got over it, remembering who was speaking.

"Looook…"started Evie, running her fingers through her hair. "We can't make it tomorrow Mum, you know about Sherlock's job, the work can't wait" Evie thought this would work after all, who would argue with the British government, then again, she was speaking to her mother.

"No Evie, I don't care what you have on, I expect to see you there tomorrow at 6:00pm sharp, Sherlock as well. Dress smartly after all it is the Miller's Annual Winter Ball. Sherlock?" this was the first time she had spoken to him directly and he wasn't quite sure what to expect.

"Yes?" he replied.

"I expect you to be in a suit of some sort and I've seen you in the papers, that deer stalker is a terribly unattractive look-"

"Actually Mrs Miller, it's not mine-"began Sherlock but she cut him off.

"I do not wish to see it tomorrow thank you" She finished; Sherlock frowned at Evie who nodded, aware of her mother's rudeness.

"Evie, wear something long as it will be cold. Excuse me; I have to attend to the preparations now. Good day." She put the phone down and the conversation was ended. Evie stood and said, "I'm sorry Sherlock, she's a nightmare, we don't have to go if you really hate the idea"

"No ill go, I'm going to have to meet her eventually" stated Sherlock, Evie walked into the kitchen but heard Sherlock mutter, "It's not even my bloody hat".

"So what on earth am I going to wear?" asked Sherlock.

"Just wear your back suit and coat. I think more of a problem is what am I going to wear, I'll have to dig out one of my old evening dresses" said Evie.

That Evening:

"What do you think of this?" called Evie from their room, Sarah and John had joined them for the evening. Evie walked out into the living room. She was wearing a dark green, floor length dress made from chiffon; it flowed off her, exposing her tiny waist and hourglass figure. Her hair was ties loosely to one side, looking elegant yet casual and the look was finished by a pair of heels of the same colour, reaching 4 inches. Sherlock and John looked stunned, Evie usually wore jeans, never anything as pretty as this.

"Evie you look stunning" said Sarah smiling. "You're going to be fine tomorrow". John nodded his head, still speechless.

"Sherlock?" asked Evie, he had never seen her dressed like this and wasn't sure if he would like it.

"Evie you're beautiful, more than usual" said Sherlock quietly. He was taken aback by her, secretly he had always known she was too good for him but he was now sure of it.

Evie smiled and said, "Thank you", her voice was soft and sweet, she couldn't explain how much these few words meant to her.

I hope everyone likes it so far and i will post to next bit as soon as possible. This was just an idea that i couldn't get out my head.

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