Chapter 16: Winning him back
Watson and Mycroft Holmes sat in front of the a closed door, Watson to his medical book and Mycroft to his newspaper. "How long are they going to be Mr.Holmes?" Watson asked softly Mycroft pointed to a notebook and a pen. Sighing Watson scribbled it in and handed it to Mycroft who just shrugged and went back to reading. He stared at the door and prayed that Holmes didn't let his cockiness get the better of him.
Cassandra stood in the warm room dressed in all black a veil over her eyes, as she waited anxiously for Sherlock to appear at the doorway. He had ignored all of her telegrams to him, her servants hand delivered notes and her frequent visits to his baker street home. It has been a week since she overheard her step mother and Duke Charles go over their plans. Still she did not have any proof and her father has suddenly taken a serious chill which made him bedridden. The doctor pronouced only a slight knack of a cold and fever. That wasn't true, they must have paid that man to cover up the story. She remembered back to when Mycroft came to her aid.
Due to her father's absence in the treaties Duke Charles was elected to see over the Chinese trades since he was a legal partner of her fathers. Cassandra made sure she was in all the meetings and denied the Duke any advancement in the treaty without her father's consent. Though since her father was in no condition to render any good judgement Mycroft was called for his services. Within the week he befriended Cassandra and soon he found out about his brother then the reason he was hired.
Taking the call Mycroft set his brother up and locked the two together in the room, it would only be time till both came out.
"Hello Ms. Chang." A deep fimilar voice echoed in the sitting room, her breath was stuck in her thoart as she remembered that same voice whispering loving words as they made love. Turning around slowly she watched as he showed no emotion to her look. Due to depression and stress of fending for her sick father from the Duke. She had inherited dark circles under her eyes and her skin was no longer honey colored except it was white as snow. She looked awful while Holmes looked like the same except more forbearing and strict.
"Sher- Mr. Holmes... It's good to see you again..." Her voice cracked as she held back the tears, he stood still as she walked toward a seat close to the fireplace and sat done. Straight backed and formal with her hands folded in front of her. He sat down also across from her sitting back his eyes never leaving hers. In turn she return his cold, emotionless stare growing up with upper class you get use to it.
"As to you Ms.Chang. You call upon my services through my brother? Could you not have done it yourself. A bit dramatic don't you think?" She stiffen and looked at the dancing fire.
"I only called through your brother without him mentioning me... For you have denied my telegrams, noted and my visits."
"Why do think that Ms.Chang? You of all people would understand."
"I do... I- Mr. Holmes we are getting off subject. I called you here because I believe that-"
"As I have told you before I will no longer be able to help you with your problems. If you must go to the Scotland Yards maybe one of the inspectors would help you. You can sleep with him too if you want." He got up, Cassandra got up quickly and held on to his jacket front.
"NO! Sherlock my father is sick and I believe he is pisioned. The doctor says naught but I don't believe him! Sherlock!" He pratically dragged her to the door and struggled to hold Cassandra up as she weeped. "No please I beg you! Sherlock I didn't mean to hurt you!" Grabbing her by the arms he lifted her to her feet and stared at her with his cold grey steel like eyes.
"You didn't mean to hurt me Cassandra?" She gasped at the slight pain. "You don't know how much I care for you. I still can't look at you the same way without getting the worst heartache in my life!" Pushing her away from him a little he swung the door opened as some of the men in the club looked at the noise a bit peeved. Mycroft and Watson stood up with Mycroft rushing to Cassandra's side and held her up as she silently cried and took broken breaths.
"Sher-" she half whispered.
"Come along Watson, I don't want to miss the opera." Giving Cassandra a sad and conforting look Watson heed to Holmes and walked out of the club leaving Mycroft and Cassandra.
"Hush Cassandra, come along I'll bring you back to your manor." He spoke slowly as he helped the broken woman to the front.
