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"Really John? The Royale? I've not been there since we were young!" Bonnie exclaimed as she looked at her brother through the reflection of the mirror she was sat at, having laid all her personal items out on the small wooden dressing table in the spare room of 221b Baker street. "Mmm Its Mary's favourite. We've become quite regular there." Bonnie cast herself back to her reflection, drawing a thin line of black khol beneath her dark brown eyes making them stand out against her skin that her eyes had returned to its natural colour thanks to the few hours of sleep she had managed to sneak into her first afternoon at the beautiful london town house. "I cant believe you never told me about Mary, John. You should be ashamed." She said jokingly as she stood from the velvet covered stool and grabbed her bonnet from the bedpost and pulled it on gently, tying a bow beneath her chin. "Are you ready to go my dear? " Watson asked holding his arm out for his sister to take as he led her out of the room.
Holmes
Sherlock Holmes sat alone in the expensive resteraunt his hair combed back neatly and his clothes clean and straight. He let his eyes glide across the busy room, picking up every small detail that would be missed to any untrained eye, but he took note of everything, the young woman two tables away conspicuously feeding the food off of her plate to the small dog sat her feet, the waiter stood by the gold staircase trying to tame his hair in a mirror, and the fat old gentleman in the corner who was ignoring his wife to leer at the young woman at the next table's exposed clevage. Watson's voice interupted his visual interrogation of his surroundings, and he snapped his attention up to the man before him. "Holmes you're early again." The doctor's voice rose slightly in surprise, even though his face remained perfectly serious. Holmes flashed him a sarcastic smile and rose to his feet preparing to greet his new companions. "Watson" he greeted with a nod, his voice coming out as smooth as velvet before turning to Mary and kissing her out stretched hand, "Mary my dear, its lovely to see you. I hope you are well." Mary curtsied and smiled sweetly, "I'm well, Sherlock, Thank you." Watson coughed, once again catching Holmes' attention as he straightened back up. "Holmes, I'd like you to meet my baby sister Bonnie." Watson nudged the young woman who was hidden behind his shoulder, and she stepped forward letting the detective take in her appearance.
Holmes sucked in a breath as he observed the young woman before him, her long dark curls escaping from an expensive looking pink bonnet, and her body clad in a very fashionable light pink dress with a lace train, but his attention was drawn to her pretty face, finding it a hard task to pull his eyes away from her bottomless brown eyes, and plump rose bud lips. "Good evening my dear, I don't quite understand why it has taken Watson here so long to introduce us." He said, bowing and kissing her now gloveless hand "Would you take a seat madame?" he asked, guiding her towards the empty chair beside his leaving Mary and Watson to seat themselves.
Bonnie
Bonnie sipped daintily at her spoonful of soup, trying hard to maintain the 'manners of society' that had been drummed into her head as well as listening to the lively banter going around the table between the other three dinner guests, who had covered basically every topic under the sun from Mary's job as a governess to John's thoughts on the latest medical discoveries and had finally settled on Sherlock's talents as a detective, the man in question remaining quite quiet only answering when he was asked a question, his brooding dark eyes flitting around the room as if uncomfortable about something. Bonnie, kept looking at him from the corner of her eyes, taking in the features of his face and the rugged stubble on his jaw, making him look dangerously sexy in her eyes. Bonnie inwardly scolded herself for such thoughts but couldnt drag her gaze away from his face.
"Really Bonnie, he did it to me, completely worked out everything about me, with just one look." Mary said animatedly, as she sipped from her glass of wine. "Why don't you do it for Bonnie Sherlock?" Holmes shrugged his shoulders gently and turned to face Bonnie, "Only if Miss Watson allows it, I will happily do it." He said gesturing with his hands. Bonnie placed her spoon down in her empty bowl and turned to face Sherlock, her hands folded in front of her on the table, waiting for him to tell her what he could see in her from just one look. "Holmes, I don't think thats wise, I remember the result of you doing this for Mary." Watson protested, feeling uncomfortable but he was cut off by Bonnie's hand being laid gently on his arm, "Really John, I don't mind I think it will be interesting."
Sherlock sniffed and leaned his elbows on the table his gaze stripping all of Bonnie's insecurities away as he stared, "Miss Bonnie Watson, you are in you're late 20s, I'd say around 27, like your brother you weren't born into money, but you have gained it through your years, and you were sent to a training school for young ladies to school you in ways of being a 'fashionable lady of money' You look uncomfortable in situations such as this" he stated clearing up how he had gotten to that conclusion. His eyes trekked down her body taking in her appearance, "You are facinated in fashion, especially with hats and bonnets, judging by the four hat boxes piled up in our living room and the fashionable cut of your dress, which again states you have money as it has been tailored to fit you, perfectly too, may I add" he complimented charmingly, making a blush rise to Bonnie's pale cheeks. "However, you don't often like to be over feminine, which contradicts the strict ways of fashionable society. You were engaged, but You're fiance met an early demise." He said pointing to the light band of skin on her ring finger, Watson tensed across the table suddenly getting incredibly protective of his baby sister. "I'd say he was an important member of the military, because you look up to your brother so much you would have looked for a man like him, and of course the Navy trunks you're luggage arrived in this morning, that still read 'Capt. Inigo Walsh' on the brass top plates."
Sherlock paused, feeling it was time to stop his investigation seeing fresh beads of tears lining her big dark eyes. "I feel I should stop here, I can see the matter distressing you, and I do not wish to be covered in wine again, once was quite enough." Bonnie sniffed, pushing back the tears, and smiling strongly at his now concerned face, "Very good Mr Holmes, all is correct. And do not fear that any talk of my dear Inigo will hurt my feelings, he passed nearly two years ago, while serving in the navy. I have let myself grieve and find it is time to move on, I do not wish to dwell in the past." She said running a few fingers subconciously around the space where her ring used to be. Holmes opened his mouth to praise her on her view of the situation, but was stopped by a uniformed policeman jogging up to thier table, his chest heaving with the force of his run. "Mr Holmes, Dr Watson, Ladies" he greeted with a nod, bending to catch his breath, "What is it Clarkey?" Holmes asked sharply his eyes narrowing to study the puffing man. "It's Constable Wicker sir, he uh," the constable looked to the two women at the table, trying to think of a way to dull the message down at to not offend the ladies, "He was found hanging sir, with a letter to you and the good doctor sir, I must insist you come with me at once."
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