A/N: Only Watson in this final chappie…yes, it's over! (makes a sad face) Not to worry though, The Unchronicled Case No.2 will be uploaded shortly…I'm hoping to put in much more humour into the next one! Hope you've enjoyed!
Now, to conclude. Holmes proposed to Maia as soon as she was well enough to walk around the rooms without gasping for pain. She accepted with tears of joy in her dark eyes. The wedding took place in a quiet church, with Mycroft Holmes' friend, Rev. John Carson presiding. Only a few were present, the Reverend, Mycroft, I, Mrs. Hudson, and Maia's only friend in town, Mrs. Geraldine Olsen. All of us were sworn to secrecy before the wedding by Holmes, who explained that should his enemies get wind of his marriage to Maia, they would be after her as a pack of wolves goes after a freshly killed carcass. Holmes and Maia could not take their eyes off each other at the wedding. Holmes cut an attractive figure in a black and white suit, but it was his bride who stole the limelight. Dressed in a delicate sari of white and gold, a red bindi, gold bangles on her wrists (that Holmes had given her to 'propose' – as is the custom in India), a gold and black chain with a small heart-shaped pendant (also from Holmes – to signify that Maia was a married woman), and her engagement ring that Holmes had given her when they were pretending to be engaged, Maia was radiant and exceedingly beautiful. Another ring, a plain gold band with an engraving on the inner surface joined it after the vows were exchanged. A matching ring adorned Holmes' finger, and he gently spread red powder in the middle parting of Maia's dark hair, which was loose, but away from her face using a thin braid on each side of her face and tying them behind her head. The thin red line was also to signify that she was married. They embraced happily after it was over, before Holmes took her hand and led her to the back of the church. When they emerged, Maia was wearing a curly red wig. Her golden skin was now pasty and freckly and she was wearing a gown of green. Holmes was wearing a wig of golden brown and was carrying himself with a more arrogant air. Both of them had bags, which indicated that they planned to start their honeymoon immediately.
"I thank you, my friend," Holmes smiled thankfully at his best man (namely, me).
"Not at all, old friend. May all the happiness in the world be with you," I grinned, and kissed Maia's cheek in a fatherly manner. She smiled joyfully at me.
"It already is, Doctor," she returned the kiss on the cheek, and let Mycroft kiss her hand. She then gave Mrs. Hudson and Mrs. Olsen a hug each and allowed Holmes to lead her to a hansom. Holmes leant out the window before they departed.
"If anyone asks, Watson, I am out of town on a case. I daresay we shall find one wherever we go," Holmes chuckled dryly. Then they were off. And so ends the tale of A Case of Emotion– the beginning case of a series that Sherlock Holmes forbade me to reveal to the public...until on his deathbed, when he smiled in memory of his beloved Maia and whispered words that will stay with me as long as I live-:
"She is simply my Maia – the only woman who shall always remain in my heart. After all...true love lasts forever."
A/N: Awwww…ain't it sweet? Well, that's all, folks! Until next time that is…(evil smile) mwahahahahahaha!