Chapter 19 - The Press Will Turn, Sherlock
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Wednesday 13th November 2013
VIOLET HUNTER SPLITS
WITH BOYFRIEND
Violet Hunter is back on the market after splitting with her live-in boyfriend, Sherlock Holmes. Sources reveal that the Rise of the Five star will move out of their central London flat upon her return to the UK. Hunter has been filming the Anuket's Children sequel in Australia for the last two months. A friend of the star said conflicting work schedules and living on separate continents was to blame.
"A long distance relationship is too difficult to maintain," the source was quoted as saying.
Hunter collapsed on the set of the blockbuster only two days ago, but her rep has declined to comment on whether her condition was related to the break-up.
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Wednesday 13th November 2013
RISE OF THE FIVE STAR NEWLY SINGLE
Violet Hunter and her forensic specialist boyfriend of 8 months have called it quits. A source revealed that they have decided to amicably separate. Sherlock Holmes, himself an internet celebrity amongst geeks for his science website, visited the star on the set of the Anuket's Children sequel the previous week sparking rumours that their brief romance was in jeopardy.
We're sure Satis won't be single for long! She was spotted around Brisbane town, enjoying the sunshine with co-star and our favourite LowFatIceCream hunk, Joseph Irkhardt. Our Joe has also split from his model girlfriend paving the way for a blossoming romance between the Egyptian God and Goddess.
We can only hope, right?
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SNAPX MAGAZINE
Friday 15th November 2013
VIOLET WAS MISERABLE!
A close friend of Violet Hunter revealed to Snapx that the unlikely couple had a heated relationship and that they regularly clashed over how to balance their relationship with their individual careers.
"Violet was often in tears," our source revealed. "Sherlock was quite jealous of the attention Violet was getting from fans, and of her friendships with co-stars."
Sherlock Holmes, a freelance detective for the Metropolitan Police, had frequent clashes with the press, reportedly cutting short Hunter's autograph signing with fans ahead of her interview on The Late Show with Tevish Stewart. The Late Show host, however, defended the detective in his opening monologue this week with a heartfelt comment, "I don't know what all the negativity is about. He's a good guy, but good guys don't always get the girl."
The Regency Road beauty confided in a friend that "it was an emotional rollercoaster and I'm glad it's over."
Violet's rep said, "They're taking a break," while our source says, "They're done."
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December 2013
Sherlock heaved a sigh after depositing the final cardboard box on top of a much larger one. He straightened up and rolled his shoulders. Exerting himself for the last hour—hauling boxes containing Violet's belongings from her second floor flat to the entranceway of 221—had tightened his trapezius.
"I thought the moving men would do all that," Mrs Hudson said behind him, with a cluck of her tongue. "You'll do your back in."
"I'm fine," Sherlock swiftly replied, glancing around at his landlady. He noted she was carrying her handbag. For the first time all morning, he breathed out a relaxed breath. She was leaving as he had requested her to. "The less time they have to spend here…" he murmured.
But his insides fluttered at the thought of Violet's impending visit.
"I've got a good mind to stay here and give her what for," Mrs Hudson said, her hands assuming their no-nonsense position about her hips.
"That's really not necessary," Sherlock replied, hoping that was the end to it.
He surveyed the boxes, using his mind's eye to stocktake Violet's possessions in relation to the many and varied locations she usually stashed her things.
"You know, I've always had my reservations about that girl," Mrs Hudson volunteered, "Too flighty, I thought. And all those photos coming out of Australia. And there was that one time—"
"Mrs Hudson," Sherlock puffed in exasperation. "I've said this before—it takes two to break up. Violet isn't the only one at fault."
He gave his landlady a meaningful look, hoping she'd take the hint and restrain herself from giving him a rundown of all Violet Hunter's shortcomings. His stomach twinged again.
"You know me," he went on. "Our separation shouldn't come as a surprise."
"You weren't the one carrying on with co-stars on the other side of the world."
Sherlock drew in a steadying breath.
"Neither was she."
Mrs Hudson drew her mouth into a thin line as she navigated around the stack of boxes.
"I'll be back at five," she said. "Will that give her enough time?"
"Ample."
"Perhaps you should shave," his landlady said as a parting shot before she headed for the front door.
Sherlock checked his watch. Forty-five minutes to go. He had plenty of time to freshen up—not shave—have a cup of tea, and calm his nerves.
Calm his nerves?
Where did that come from?
Still, it had been three weeks since he'd last spoken to Violet. He didn't count the brief text exchanges over the last week, where they coordinated the removal of Violet's belongings. They'd been short. Curt. Well, somebody could have been monitoring.
Three weeks.
Three weeks since they'd plotted fooling the world into believing they were no longer a couple. The ensuing public interest had taken him by surprise. Paparazzi hovered outside his door. Why? Why was his reaction anyone's concern? But they'd been counting on such ripples of interest, hadn't they? If Moriarty didn't have spies close enough to know their relationship status, they'd make damn sure the news got to him the fastest way possible. Cue Violet's friends and entourage, and their collective propensity for tweeting and tumbling.
Sherlock had showered and was just donning his best dressing gown over his purple shirt and black trousers when he heard the front door slam shut. Glancing at the clock on the bedside table, he realised Violet was half an hour early. What if it was John, though? It would be just like the ex-army doctor to spoil the moment with an ill-timed visit.
The swift, light treads on the staircase told Sherlock otherwise.
He hastened to cross the room as her footsteps reached the landing outside the kitchen. Throwing open the kitchen door, his heart heaved in expectation. There was still a three percent chance his visitor was actually a client.
Violet's eyes shone, a smile at the ready, but it faltered when she saw the look of surprise on his face.
"Are we alone?" she asked.
"Yes," Sherlock rasped. He gave a light cough and attempted a second time. "Yes. It's just that you're thirty min—"
Violet lunged for him. There was no other word for it. Arms twined around his neck. Lips locked to his, stealing his breath. Sherlock automatically banded his arms hard around her, returning her kiss, deeply and thoroughly. He was lost in the taste and feel of her, the memory of which had tormented him for months.
When they drew back, a delicate flush coloured Violet's cheeks; she couldn't have looked more ravishing.
"You're earl—"
"We can't carry on with moving men about, can we?" Violet interjected, a darker intent flickering across her features. Taking Sherlock by the hand, Violet drew him towards his (their!) bedroom.
Sherlock would've been content to take their time. Half an hour could be drawn into an eternity when each kiss was whispered, every touch a hum of electricity. Their mutual arousal would be enticed rather than stolen, and their subsequent orgasms drawn back like the tide before a tsunami. But Violet's needs were restless and impatient. Pulses raced, clothing peeled back just enough for ease of access, the bed remaining fully made and completely empty.
Violet pulled Sherlock into her, her body pinned against the wall with Sherlock supporting her weight. It was desperate and ruthless and exquisite. He lathed the hollow of her throat, feeling her pulse hammering beneath his tongue, as he plunged again and again. The drugging heat of her aroused him beyond measure.
Violet demanded more, clutching at his curls. Sherlock swore as the urgency built with every thrust. Was this just a stolen moment, or did it signal the end for them? Sherlock rather hoped it was a new beginning, but each encounter from here on would have to be planned. Strategised. Perhaps the knowledge of this accounted for Violet's desperation as well.
Blood heated his skin until Violet half-cried, half-moaned. He knew he was close as Violet shuddered and gasped his name. He took her deeper, crushing his mouth down on hers. Emotions swirling, Sherlock sought his own release, encouraged by Violet tightening her legs around him. The response of his body was overpowering and desperate. Pleasure crested and swamped him, his heart wheeling, a strangled moan escaping him. He was spent.
Mind and body emptied, Sherlock gently lowered Violet to the floor.
"Hello," he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to Violet's upturned mouth. "Nice of you to drop by."
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Lying in Sherlock's bed, Violet skimmed her fingers over his cheek, taking a moment to register the uncharacteristic terrain.
"I like this," she murmured.
Sherlock hummed in acknowledgement.
"When was the last time you shaved?" she probed.
Sherlock blinked towards the ceiling, before giving his reply.
"The morning after we broke up." He took Violet's roaming hand and steered it away from his stubbly jawline. "Seemed like a good trigger," he added. After pressing a soft kiss to her hand, he laid it to rest on his chest. "I am keeping it trim, though," he said, smoothing a thumb and forefinger over his goatee-in-progress.
"You look positively broken," Violet said with a small chuckle. Leaning up onto elbows, she added, "You're taking method acting to a new level."
"I have no idea what that is."
"So how far have you progressed on the case?"
Sherlock clenched his jaw, before two creases appeared between his brows.
"What case?" he asked, his focus remaining on the ceiling.
Violet's heart tripped and her jaw slackened.
"Our case," she replied. "Jim Moriarty." She almost couldn't say the name without her voice breaking.
"Yes," Sherlock said with a sigh. He closed his eyes, wrinkling his brow, before smoothing two fingers over it as if something pained him.
Violet slowly sat up.
"What does that mean?" she asked. "Have you found anything? Have you got something to use against him? Anything… evidence… witnesses… something clever to convict him?" Violet could feel her throat constricting, causing her voice to pitch higher.
Sherlock opened his eyes and wearily cast them at Violet.
"This is going to take some time," he said.
Striving to maintain an even tone, Violet asked, "How much time?"
"More than a couple of weeks."
The air stilled around her. More than a couple of weeks! They'd already had three weeks. What was going on! Violet could feel panic rising like bile.
"Meaning… what?"
Sherlock reached for her, but Violet folded her arms, leaving him to lightly pat her thigh instead.
"First I need to establish to the outside world that I'm not in any position to go after criminal masterminds. To James Moriarty, I can't be seen to pose a threat any more. I told you this."
"And then what?"
"And then…" Sherlock withdrew his hand and resumed his thoughtful repose gazing upwards. "… then I need to find Irene Adler."
"Jesus," Violet said under her breath. She slid from the bed. Scrambling to find the clothes she'd discarded, she could feel the heat continuing to rise in her cheeks. "I… thought…" she began.
Behind her, she heard Sherlock also rise from the bed and gather his own clothing.
"You thought what?" he asked.
She thought what would follow their moment of intimacy would be Sherlock telling her how close he'd come to solving this case, if only he could find one more piece of the puzzle. But now she had the crushing realisation he hadn't even started, and their brief time together only served as an intermission for the pantomime her life had become.
"I thought…" she began, smoothing out her shirt, "you'd have it solved by now. Or at least close to solving it. I didn't think I'd actually have to move out."
Sherlock paused tucking in his shirt.
"Your things are packed in boxes," he said. "You've booked the removers."
"I just didn't think…" Violet said, raking a hand through her hair. "I thought it wouldn't be for long… that we were nearly at the end. You're talking as if it's only the beginning."
"Violet. It is only the beginning. You are moving out. We've got a long way to go yet."
Sherlock turned from her as he finished tucking in his shirt tails then zipped his trousers.
Violet felt as if the world was spiralling out of control. The last three weeks had been torture for her. The only light at the end of the tunnel was today—getting to visit Sherlock in Baker Street. She'd thought their fake breakup was nearing an end. This wasn't right.
"I can't take any more of this," she said, more to herself than Sherlock. "I feel as if I'm the only person living in the real world. Everybody else exists in a theme park."
She bowed her head to her hand and shuddered out a breath, attempting to stymy the inevitable flow of tears.
"You're busy working…" she heard Sherlock say as he obviously approached her. "…doing your filming thing. You're as busy as you ever were." He laid light hands about her shoulders.
Shrugging out of his hold, Violet snapped, "But how much control do I have over my own—"
She stopped abruptly and searched Sherlock's eyes. Not a flicker of realisation. She hadn't let the cat out of the bag. Sherlock couldn't know that Jim had been… or still was… at the helm of her career. She hadn't heard anything more from the man since their last meeting in Australia, but that didn't mean the next role she was offered wasn't something Jim had engineered.
"They've booked p-press junkets for next year," she scrambled to say. "And Improbity's running over Christmas. I have to go to Birmingham for a charity thing. My schedule's full. If I can't ever see you in my down time, I'm on my own. I just don't know how I'm going to…" She huffed out an irate breath and turned from Sherlock. She had expected him to come up behind and slide his arms around her. Tell her it was all going to be okay. Instead, all she heard was a tut.
Sherlock was pacing, as much as he was able to in the tiny confines of his bedroom. But this was a good sign, wasn't it? It meant he was trying to solve something. Violet held her breath, waiting for a brilliant deduction.
"You clearly need a confidante," he said, stopping mid-pace.
Violet sighed. This was his solution? There was no way she was letting Mandi know that she and Sherlock were still dating. That it had all been a ruse. The woman would explode with rage!
"Not really. I—"
"Someone we both trust," Sherlock went on. Turning from her, he murmured, "He's the only one who could do it. He would never betray you."
He?
"What?" Violet asked. "Who are you talking about?"
Sherlock suddenly stalked towards Violet, startling her in the process.
"He'd jump at the chance. He's still in love with you, but he'll pretend he's doing it because you're friends," he said, grasping her arms. "And I'd be satisfied, knowing someone's ensuring your safety."
"I-I don't need—"
"We've already worked together, and there's no way he'd let the idiots up north know that. It'd be suicide on his part, so he's completely in our circle of trust."
"Sherlock… who…"
"Dan!" Sherlock said, his eyes alight. "Dan Corlionne! He can be your new boyfriend!"
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Saturday 14th December 2013
VIOLET SNOGS IN NIGHTCLUB!
Violet Hunter has been romantically linked with a Manchester businessman. The pair were seen having dinner together and later spotted holding hands at an inner city nightclub.
They were reportedly getting steamy in a private room at the club, which is managed by the businessman.
A rep for Hunter declined to comment.
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SNAPX MAGAZINE
Monday 16th December 2013
VIOLET MOVES ON!
Rumours are spreading that the Improbity starlet has a new boyfriend after she was seen in the company of a Manchester nightclub manager. A source close to Violet Hunter has said, "The relationship is very new. They are hanging out a lot together and just enjoying each other's company."
Sources say she was seen getting comfy with the nightclub manager over the weekend. More than likely Hunter is just letting her hair down after ending her relationship with high-profile freelance detective with the London Metropolitan Police, Sherlock Holmes.
Violet Hunter is currently filming a romantic thriller with Ashendorf actor Alex Breville. Her previous film, Anuket's Children: The Rise of the Five is currently in post-production.
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HOT NOW MAGAZINE
Wednesday 18th December 2013
VIOLET HAS A NEW BEAU
IN TIME FOR CHRISTMAS
"They've known each other for years and have only now started going on date-like activities," a source close to the Rise of the Five star has told us.
Fans have tweeted that they sat in the same train as the pair who were commuting between Birmingham and London. "They mostly spent time on their own electronic devices and now and then they would share a kiss," one observer posted on their Tumblr site.
Dan Corlionne, a nightclub manager from Manchester, is the latest man in Violet Hunter's life. She recently split with her boyfriend, Sherlock Holmes, ending their year long on-again off-again relationship when rumours surfaced about an alleged affair with her Rise of the Five co-star, Joseph Irkhardt.
Hunter has refused to comment on her new beau, stating, "The more you share your relationship with the world, the less special it becomes."
Sources who spotted the new couple in a London restaurant said, "The couple were very affectionate and were constantly flirting. They looked like they were really into one another."
Corlionne admitted to a friend that they are officially dating.
Hunter was recently photographed leaving her inner London flat, looking radiant and smiling for photographers as she headed off to spend quality time with her new beau. A new love just in time for Christmas!
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