The next day I went to Baker Street rather early. Mrs. Hudson let me in and I made my way to the sitting room.

"Ah Watson, do come in." My friend said before he looked up. "Just in time."

"In time?" I asked.

"Yes, G.G. has been trying on one of the dresses your dear wife was so kind to give to her disposal."

"What have you told Mrs Hudson?" I asked as I sat down.

"Nothing. She has been kind enough not to ask."

There was a soft knock on the door at wich Holmes told the person to enter. It opened slightly and then stayed there.

"I swear if any of you laugh it will be the last thing you ever do." I heard G.G's voice from behind the door.

"I can asure you my dear that neither me or Watson have any intention of doing such a thing."

My friend calmly stated as he rose.

The door opened as she stepped in to the room. I can honestly say laughing was the furtest thing from my mind. She looked aboslutely beautiful. I turned to look at Holmes and barely did in time to see him contain his approving look as he took in her sight. Her blue eyes could make any man grow week in the knees.

She smiled. "I take it by the look on your faces I pass."

I walked over to her. "You most certainly do. You look lovely." I said. I could hardly leave it at that. "Doesn't she Holmes?" We both looked at my friend.

He nodded composing himself. "Yes, quite."

"Well since I look right for the part how about showing me around?" She asked.

"I for one would love to but I'm afraid I have patients to tend to." I answered.

Holmes?" I turned back to my friend.

"Yes why not." He answered as he walked over and offered G.G his arm.