Hello lovelies! This chapter is going to be solely from Violet's point of view. Btw that will be happening, some chapters will have all three PoV off only two or even just one, all depends on the circumstances and events of the story line :) hope you enjoy!


Violet:

'Lets have dinner'
Those three words surprised her, what kind of game was being played? Violet thought long and hard about her first move, or whether she would play at all. There was only one thing that was certain, the game in which she was being pulled into was a dangerous one., but then again what game wasn't dangerous. All violet knew, was that who ever was texting her, certainly had the upper hand, and whatever move Violet made, could potentially be her last. So naturally Violet decides to respond, she picked up her phone and read back the baffling messages for a moment, before typing her one worded message
'Where?' Violet paused before pressing send, still unsure whether she wanted to play. She waited as her message floated off into cyberspace, anxiously awaiting for its reply. Almost immediately her phone sounded with the same offensive text tone as the previous messages
"Luna Nova" the message read, inviting violet to dine in a restaurant she had never heard of. Intrigued Violet accessed the search engine on her phone and typed in the name of the restaurant. Results for a quaint Italian in the heart of the Fullham/ Chelsea area, reasonably priced, although pricing was irrelevant as Violet suspected her dining companion would be paying the bill. Impressed, yet keen to gain back some authority in the exchange of messages, Violet quickly replied
'I don't like Italian' a smirk spread across Violet's lips as she sent the text. She sat quietly as she patiently awaited her opponents next move. Her phone sounded one more time.
'Shame, I've already made the reservation, 8pm, your name Miss Wilde." Reading her fake title came as a slight shock to Violet, she wasn't quite sure what she expected. She wondered why they had used her alias rather than her real name, as she was sure that if they took the time and effort to break into her home, to change the text tone, that they would have at least some information on her, such as her real identity and how she could be associated with the consulting detective. Violet checked the clock on her phone which read 10:38 am, and with no time to lose Violet prepared herself for battle.

Violet currently decided in a quiet rural cottage in Hampshire, a short escape from her metropolitan life. Preparations had to be made for her trip to London, of which she was sure she would be staying for the foreseeable future. A hotel room was booked, train tickets bought and luggage packed, within two hours of receiving the last message, Violet was on the train to London Waterloo. She used her journey to arrange last minute details, such as transfers from the train station to her hotel, ensuring her Oyster card was topped up and that lunch was waiting for her in her room. British countryside whizzed past at exceptional speeds and within an hour and a half she was arriving at the station.

London was buzzing with life as it always was, only this day was different, there were hints of panic in the air. No doubt because of Moriarty's unexpected presence on the tv. Violet checked the time 2:04 pm, she was making good time and had plenty enough to check into the hotel, have a bite to eat, have a bath and ready herself for her mystery dinner date in Chelsea.

Violet wanted to look her best, without showing she had made much effort. She also wanted to be prepared for every possible situation, and her choice of clothes were crucial, she had to be comfortable. After hours of sifting through her wardrobe Violet finally settled for a very smart, but comfortable ensemble. A three quarter sleeved, emerald green, satin blouse with a slight plunging neckline, which maximised her assets, just enough to tease any imagination and a high waisted, black mid length pencil skirt with a split that ran up the side of her left leg, just before the knee up-to the mid part of her thigh. She accompanied the outfit with plain black stiletto heels, which gave her 4 inches extra height, not that she needed it, as Violet already stood at a respectable 5ft 7, already towering above the average woman. Her make up was simple, but drew attention to her more favourable features, such as her cheekbones and eyes, and her hair, usually a thick, long curly mane of dark brown tresses, was pulled into a French plait with a few strands set loose, to frame her face. Jewellery was at a minimum too, just a small, oval diamond pendant sat delicately around violets neck, matched with a pair of similar diamond studs.

Violet assessed herself in the mirror, giving herself a firm nod of approval. She collected her phone, room keys and purse and placed them into a small green clutch bag, which matched her outfit. She threw on her sleek black coat and left her hotel room without another thought.

The cold London air chilled Violet, right down to her bone as she stepped out of the cab and onto the pavement. She paused for a moment to assess her surroundings, she looked the restaurant's exterior up and down, spotting the empty flower boxes, that would be filled to the brim with life had it not been winter. Brown paneling and door frames bordered the building, while a large front window and a double glass door filled the spaces in between. A red canopy sheltered the front of the building embellished with the restaurant's signage. Violet peered in before entering, it was a small bistro, quiet as expected for the time of year, but still seemed to be full of atmosphere.

Violet pushed the glass door open and was greeted immediately by a waiter.
"Good evening Madame, do you have a reservation?" The tall well presented young man asked. Violet looked around searching through the customers already seated, trying to find the face behind the messages. Violet cleared her throat and proceeded to say
"Yes, under the name Valerie Wilde" the young waiter recognised the reservation immediately, ushering forward as he picked up two menus from the stand in which he was positioned behind moments before. The interior of the restaurant was beautifully decorated, with deep browns and reds being the main theme, earthy tones, lit perfectly creating a wonderful and relaxing ambience as soft instrumental music played in the back ground.

Violet was lead to a small table towards the back of the dining room, where a young woman, mid thirties was already seated, studying a wine menu. The woman was strikingly beautiful and well dressed, with the air of sophistication sealing through her pores. Her dark hair was pulled back into an elegant up do, while her neck and décolletage were left bare. She wore a well tailored, black short sleeved dress, which had a neckline that stopped just above her cleavage. Violet was slightly mesmerised, but couldn't help but be surprised, she was expecting her dining companion to be male. In the most subtle way she could, Violet cleared her throat to get the attention the the lady sat in front of her.

The woman looked up from her menu smirking, looking Violet directly in they eye, something which made her feel very uncomfortable.
"Please sit Miss Wilde" the woman's voice was professional like a business woman, but welcoming like a friend. The woman gestured to the chair opposite hers, as it was being pulled out by the waiter. Violet sat down, adjusting her position and posture several times, before deciding she was comfortable enough to settle. "Wine?" The woman asked, never looking away. Violet took a quick glance at the wine list out of politeness and then dismissed it.
"No thank you, water will be adequate" she answered, the woman raised an eyebrow, and then proceeded to hand the waiter the menu, not once looking away from Violet.
"Suit yourself." She then turned to the expectant waiter "I'll have the Puiattino, Pinot Grigio please" she said with such perfect pronunciation, she then ushered the waiter away. The woman then reverted back to the eye contact "you probably have some questions, so lets get them out of the way, shall we?" She said quite sternly. Violet immediately thought of several questions she could ask, figuring out what the was the most appropriate question to ask first.
"Who are you?" Violet chose to ask first, hoping to get a straight answer, but sensing it would not be the case.
"I could ask you the same question" there was a short silence, panic began to fill Violet's head as she prepared herself for the second prt of the sentence. The feeling of being uncomfortable returned, this woman, never once took her eyes off Violet, she felt as if the woman was staring directly into her past. "Miss Holmes" Violet flushed with panic and anxiety, tried to remain and appear as calm as she possibly could.
"Thirteen years." She paused composing herself. " Thirteen years, since I've been addressed as such, and here you are" another pause, Violet leant forward prompting the woman to mimic her actions " a stranger, I met all of two minutes ago, calling me by the name, the name I've been hiding hiding from, my entire adult life" there was slight hints of malice in her tone.
"Well you're clearly not that good at hide and seek" the woman retorted. At that comment Violet stood up and went to walk away. "I need your help, Miss Holmes." Violet stopped dead in her tracks, not turning to face the woman. " I need to be put back into contact with your brother, I owe him something." The woman's tone was softer than it had been, she sounded desperate. Returning to her seat, Violet continued the interrogation.
"Who are you?" Violet asked, narrowing her eyes trying to read the woman, or detect a lie to no avail.
"An old friend" the woman plainly answered.
"Who. Are. You?" Violet asked again, putting emphasis on each word that came from her mouth, with a menacing bite.
" Irene Adler" the woman answered in a hushed tone so no one around could hear, Violet rolled her eyes.
"Am I supposed to believe you? Or should I assume that is a fake name?" The woman fixed her gaze back onto Violet, staring mercilessly.
"It's about ad fake as Violet Holmes" the woman raised an eyebrow, daring Violet to retort.
"Suppose I do help you? How do you expect me to put you back into contact with my brother, when I myself have been out of contact for over a decade" Violet questioned "and why me? Why not anyone else? Why does it have to be me?" Violet attacked the woman with question after question hoping to get some solid and straight answers.
"You've been dying to contact him for years, well now you have an excuse" the woman responded.

As the night went on Irene Adler explained in great detail of how she owed Sherlock her life, and she wished to repay him. That simply contacting him herself was foolish, as many people believed her dead, or wished her dead. She told Violet that she wished to employ her to go undercover as herself and try to attract Sherlock's attention, by placing herself in the right place at the right time. Making him believe that she had reverted to old drug habits and was reaching out for help. Irene wanted to remain completely anonymous until the time was right to reveal herself. Violet however, had to bare all and revert back to being 'Violet Holmes', an identity she had spent thirteen years trying to avoid.


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next chapter is gonna be Sherlock's and Violet's PoV

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