A/N This is a slightly late birthday gift for the fantastic AlessNox. Aless, I almost made it on time, but by the time I proofed it , it was the 28th! I hope you had a wonderful day!
Sharp Dressed Man
Sherlock opened the wardrobe, his garments, lined up in an orderly fashion, were an extension of his personality. He preferred functionality over form and style. Not to say that his suits were stuffy. His four suits, each with an extra pair of trousers hung neatly to preserve their crisp lines, were classic with a subtle slim line that pleased him. Beside the suits, hung shirts of various hues; Four white, one grey, three black, two navy-blue, and one aubergine.
He considered his options. Should he go totally professional and wear a white shirt and grey suit? That combination might impress the banker he was interrogating this morning, but it would do nothing this afternoon to help him procure the liver he needed for his latest experiment. Molly had been unusually resistant of late.
He smirked and pulled the ultimate wardrobe weapon from its hanger.
XXX
That afternoon, Sherlock breezed into the morgue.
"Molly…" Sherlock stopped mid-sentence. Instead of his pathologist, a young man looked up and smiled, his eyes traveling up and down the detective in obvious appreciation.
"I'm Bruce, Molly is on holiday. May I help you?"
Sherlock made a split second decision. He desperately needed that liver. He plastered on his best fake smile. It was time to use the purple shirt of sex on the fabulous Bruce.