Sherlock was missing his suit and more importantly his coat already. Even though he considered the body to be nothing but the transport of the mind, there was no harm in making the body feel comfortable. And he had developed a certain liking (mind palace Mycroft rolled his eyes) towards his suits and his coat. He considered his coat to be his brother (a better one than Mycroft). Such was their time together.
Visiting the disco necessitated that he give up the comfort his usual clothing style and get dressed in clothes that he used to wear during his university days. Jeans, T-shirts and jackets. He never liked wearing them. They seemed to draw the attention of women (and sometimes men) and it was always tedious to shake them of his trail. Like he always maintained, he didn't do relationships. Mind palace Molly cleared her throat at that and he amended the thought. Except Molly.
One of Mycroft's minion delivered their attire: blue jean, deep purple T-shirt and a biker jacket for Sherlock and black jean, light blue printed T-shirt for John. When they met each other at corridor, they have a minor (more like major) giggling fit. Each one pointing at the other and laughing. It had taken them a good five minutes to gather themselves.
They were currently heading towards the disco in a cab and he was feeling exposed in his new clothes. Molly would have liked these, he thought. She used to spend most of the time staring at him while they worked together. He enjoyed her attention way too much than he would admit and had just pretended to not notice her. Mind palace Molly shook her head sadly at him.
He was brought out of his reverie, when he noticed the cab begin to slow and realized that they were at the disco. He scolded him for once again getting lost in the memories and thoughts about Molly. Focus.
It was a Saturday night, and the area was packed with people looking for entertainment. There was a long line of people waiting outside Casanova, their destination. He had to admit that the guy who built it had taste. The building was quite spacious, painted in soft colors. It was artfully decorated with neon lights, which gave it a look of a high class restaurant. Nobody, would ever suspect that this building was the becoming a commanding base for major criminal activities. Clever, but not good enough.
While Sherlock was busy analyzing the building and its surroundings, John was busy analyzing the women. There were at least a few hundred, all fashionably dressed. A particular woman, with short blond hair wearing a black dress that complimented her, caught his attention. She was talking animatedly to someone on her phone (hopefully not her boyfriend). He wanted to talk to her, but not in the present circumstances. He wanted to at least get her number. But before he could do anything, Sherlock spoke.
"The backdoor must be connected to the basements. That is where the assassin would meets his new clients."
Having said this, he began to casually make his way towards the back of the building. John gave one last look to the blond, before hurrying up to Sherlock. Later, he promised to himself.
There was a back door alright, but it was guarded by two massive and mean looking bouncers. John had never understood why the word bouncers for security, but now he could understand. These guys could easily lift troublemakers and bounce them away. There was no way they could beat these guys in a one-on-one combat.
Their task was simple. To gather evidence that the owner of Casanova was the assassin. Mycroft's men would do the rest. But it looked like it wasn't going to be easy. Thankfully Sherlock was prepared (when is he not?). He pulled out the tranquilized darts (which had been experimented on John, that git), loaded it into a gun and handed it to John. John aimed carefully and fired at the bouncers. They guys collapsed like bags of sand, before they even knew what hit them. Having incapacitated the 'security' they entered the back door.
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Gathering evidence had been too easy and too boring. Bordering on pathetic. Those imbeciles were talking about their plans so loudly and openly. And Jonathan, the owner, was bragging about killing the ambassador. All Sherlock had to do was record their conversation. Dull. Even John looked a bit disappointed. Why had he taken this case? Oh yes, to get Mycroft off his back. Honestly, he wouldn't do drugs ever again. Good cases gave him a high that even cocaine couldn't give. Also Molly had been highly disappointed and hurt when she had learned that he had been addict earlier. But his brother dear, was being cautious. Right.
After recording enough they left the basement dejectedly.
"That was dull" Sherlock commented.
"Yes. One would think assassins to be smart and secretive."
"Not being that, is exactly why he got away. The government would never think of a local thug doing such a high profile murder."
They were now near the entrance the building. Sherlock was about to hail a cab when John stopped him and said, "What? Leave New York without partying?" and pointed to Casanova.
"Oh right! The blond." Sherlock rolled his eyes.
"Shut up" saying that John dragged him along into the disco.
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Mary and Molly were having a great time. The disco was an awesome place. The interior was mostly black and cream marble. The lights weren't too dim nor too bright. And the bar and music,completely heavenly. They had arrived at around 9. Mary dressed in a short black dress, along with matching black heels. Molly was wearing a deep blue sundress with matching ballet flats (heels were so not her thing).
They had been dancing and drinking since then. Molly had prepared an intake chart, to make sure they didn't go overboard. But Mary chucked into the bin as soon as she saw it. Currently Molly was trying to stabilize the floors and the walls from spinning out of control, while Mary laughed at her. She frowned at Mary. She somehow managed to stay sober, even though they had about the same amount of alcohol.
The DJ started to play a latest hit number and the crowd went crazy.
"Oh my god! I totally love this song. Come on Molly" Mary screamed over cheer of the crowd. Molly wanted to go, but her bladder was about to burst. How much did she have to drink? Three, six or maybe eleven. She wasn't sure.
"You go! I'll be right back" she screamed back into Mary's ear and gestured towards the restrooms.
Mary gave her a thumbs-up sign and melted into the throbbing crowd.
Molly made her way carefully to the restroom. It seemed to be miles away and the spinning floors were not making it easy.
When she came back, she spotted Mary with a man who looked familiar. She shook her head and looked again. Hmmm he looks like John. John's look alike was saying something to Mary, to which Mary blushed and laughed.
Why would John be here?
God! Thinking was confusing her. She needed a drink to clear her head. Her logical part of brain was trying to tell something. Maybe it was telling her to take two drinks. Yes, that's right.
Smiling, she unsteadily reached the bar and ordered two drinks. At the other end someone was hunched over. She looked more closely and saw that it was a guy who looked like Sherlock, but dressed all wrong. Same black curls, same sharp cheekbones, same build but wearing Jeans and a leather jacket. Gorgeous. She wondered why she was seeing familiar faces. Maybe, the suppressed part of her heart which didn't want to leave London ( and Sherlock) was breaking free and making her hallucinate. Well at least it was creative.
Might as well enjoy it, she thought and wobbled unsteadily towards Sherlock's look alike/her hallucination.
He turned to look at her when he heard her approach him. His eyes widened when he saw her. He had the same piercing eyes like Sherlock. Her heart started to beat rapidly. "Molly" he exclaimed in surprise.
Up close Sherlock's look alike looked ever more young and handsome. He just kept staring at her. She was drinking in every detail of him. Her imagination had dressed in him her favorite purple shirt. She dragged her gaze back to his face. His cupid lips were screaming for attention and before she knew it, she was kissing her hallucination.
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