!Warning! This chapter contains abselutely zero plot progress and is purely for the entertainment purpousess provided by the eye candy that is Sherlock. Oh and to leave you wondering what happened to John just that little bit longer. Because of these reasons it might be quite short even by my standards.
Hope you love it (especially you Sharmini ;)

Sandra looked up from her typingas she heard an engine slow and come to a stop outside the old brownstone office where she worked. Outside stood a dark blue motor bike which, even with the limited knowledge she had picked up through her ex boyfriend, was clearly custom made.

Sandra pulled her eyes away from the bike and redirected her attention to the owner who was striding purposefully towards her. Slim and tall, Sandra assumed it was a woman coming towards her and was half-way through a snide thought about the woman's lack of curves, when the driver took off their helmet.

The secretary's murky blue eyes widened and her botoxed lips formed a surprised 'Oh' as handsome feline features where revealed, framed by a halo of dark curls. Before now Sandra had always been confused as to how Lucifer could have been both an angel and a demon. This man before her however, was living, breathing, alluring proof.

He strode up to her desk and started talking, drawing her focus down to his lips, they seemed to her like the sweeping wings of birds in flight beneath the thunder clouds that were his eyes.

Shaking her head slightly she realised his moving lips had actually indicated he was speaking.

"sorry sir, what was that?"

"I said I would like to speak to your boss."

How she did it she later could not recal, but she gathered her witts about her enough to remember protecol.

"I'm sorry sir but Mr Holmes does not wish to be interrupted today."

The devil/angel tilted his head slightly and went completely still, his eyes alone darting across her desk before he smiled slightly and leant towards her.
"Ah, I see. We would not want you getting in trouble now would we?..." As he spoke he shed his leather jacket. Sandra had trouble focussing on what the stranger said as she was treated to the sight of lean, pale arms and soft navy T-shirt fabric clinging to planes of a chest that promised to be equally pale and smooth. An unflattering shade of red rose to our poor secretary's face as he continued.

"... But you see, I really need to speak with him. Surely there would be no harm in telling him, in just telling him Sherlock is here to see him. Would there?"

Sandra nodded dumbly and picked the phone up off the hook. A blur of words with her boss later she hung up.

"Mr... Mr Mycroft Holmes will see you now..."

The stranger gave her a curt not and twirled on the spot, as if expecting a cloak to swirl after him, and headed for the lift; unintentionally treating Sandra to the retreating view of tight leather trousers.

Hope you all like it, please read and review, thank you SO much for the reviews of the last chapter especially to Sharmini for always leaving such great reviews and comments you really brighten up my day! And to bbmcowgirl for her great review and head-slapping insight, I couldn't agree more! Big thanks allso foe your complement on my poem I really apreciated it :)

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BellaD