If any man had needed further proof that Holmes was indeed a mad(wo)man, then the fact that she not only met with this Doctor Watson fellow, but did indeed accept the offer proposed upon Baker Street should have provided plenty of food for thought upon the matter.
The facts stood thus, she mused while her new 'companion' was out: 'Sherlock Holmes', born Genevieve Holmes, disgrace to all that had known her in her past life she was sure, was currently residing under her aforementioned, assumed male persona with a thoroughly... proper man of whom was utterly unaware of any implications this arrangement really had.
A lesser person would most likely have run to the nearest exit upon realisation of the scale of the situation and attempted to vanish from London. Unlike most people, Holmes would have been most capable of such a feat, at that.
Instead she remained seated in the armchair, and considered just how bored she had been without a challenge, anyway.
A/N: I'd just like to mention that my previous fic, Aversions to Fate, also contains two drabbles along this subject, should anyone wish for backstory! :)