"That is impossible."

"What the fuck do you mean, 'It's impossible'? It's all aerodynamics and math!"

"I understand that, but for a women to do it? Preposterous."

"Why you son of a-"

"Enough!" Watson growled, right as I was in the middle of the room, about to punch Holmes who sat reading the paper, bored. Though, I could see a small smirk hidden, eyes gleaming. "Have you gotten any new cases?" He said to Holmes, but looked at me sternly, making me sigh and sit on the floor, running my fingers aimlessly.

"None that I have not already solved ol'boy." He set the paper down, sighing. "It would appear no one is of need of my services anymore." I laughed, and they both looked at me, making me sober up some.

"What about Moriarty's gang? Caught all of them yet?" Watson looked at Holmes as he stared at me, as I smiled, raising an eyebrow.

"Right." As he leaned back and picked up his fiddle thing, two policemen walked in, making both Watson and I glare at Holmes. He looked between us, eyes a bit wide. "I haven't done anything too outrageous lately." Watson and I looked at each other with a sigh and he stood, shaking the hands of the men named 'Inspector Lestrade' and 'Dredger'. I stared, smiling inwardly as they seemed as they were in the book. The inspector walked over to Holmes, looking a little miffed to say the least.

"Holmes. We need you."

I was on the window sill, reading one of his books, when Holmes and Watson came in, plopping down into chairs with sighs. I raised an eyebrow and turned a page. "So, how did it go?" I looked over to see Holmes, head back, his lip was bleeding and he had a cut on his arm.

"Fantastically." Watson quipped with a hint- nay- a truck load of sarcasm.

"So, you didn't get him then?" They both groaned and I smiled. "You know, the way he sounds, I'm guessing he is going to be at the ball." They both looked at me and I shrugged.

"What ball?" Watson asked and I tilted my head.

"I dunno. Some dudes ball. I think his name is 'Lord Carver', or something like that." They both stared at me and I smiled innocently.

"How did you hear about that?" Watson said, blue eyes examining me.

"I've been here all day reading. With an open window, I hear stuff. A horse carriage came by when they said his name, which is why I am unsure of it." Holmes raised an eyebrow, a glint in his eye telling me he had a plan.

"Did you hear when the ball is?" Holmes asked, leaned forward, arms on his legs as he stared off into he distance.

"Tomorrow night at seven I believe." He smiled and turned to Watson.

"Watson. You, Marry and I shall be-"

"No!" Watson stopped him in mid-sentence. "I will not risk her. Not with this scum bag. I'll help you, but find someone else to be your bait."

"Listen Ol'boy! We'll both be right there-"

"Holmes." Watson hissed, making Holmes sigh and lean back in his chair, hands together as he thought through the awkward silence. A chill ran up my spine as the room grew cold. My eyes went wide when I saw Holmes turn his head to me, eyes burning my freezing skin, leaving me to be both hot and cold. Fuck.

"No way! I don't to dances! Especially when I'm bait for some raspiest!" He raised an eyebrow and I groaned, knowing he was about to full out explain why it was necessary for me to help. With a glare I held my hand up as he opened his mouth. "Don't. Even." I growled, then slouched on the window frame, crossing my arms, staying silent for almost an eternity of seconds. "I have to wear a dress, don't I?"

Mary came over the next morning, whilst Holmes and Watson were out doing whatever it is they do. She was nice and pretty, just as Watson had wrote in his books. She made me put on many dresses, masks and corsets. Let me just say right now, I was not in a good mood. Once lunch time came around, we had both decided on a white dress with layers on the bottom, with gold lining. It had a high neck in the back, but was cut to where it landed just a bit above my breasts, where I would wear a Governess' gold necklace, holding an emerald jewel. The mask was mainly white, with a bunch of gold glitter designs. The nose was long and pointed, and the top edges came to a point at each end. It was cool, but still not that pleased about the whole 'dress' thing.

As put the tray of food down in the dining room, Watson and Holmes walked in, taking off their jackets and taking their seats. Watson took his natural place next to me and arose from Mary., Whilst Holmes sat next to her and across from me... Weird. I picked some at the scion as they called it, not liking how it looked like too dry of a biscuit, with green mold on top of it. "Don't judge a book by it's covers, as they say." Holmes said, making me look up to see him looking at me over his tea that he was sipping. I cleared my throat some, looking away.

"Sorry, not that hungry. Kinda nervous about the whole, being bait for a serial killer rapist." I sent a looked over to him to see he had put the tea down, hands laced on the table as he tilted his head at me, eyes sizzling my skin as he stayed silent.

"What colors are you courting?" He suddenly asked, making both Mary and Watson stop their talking to look at him, all of us confused.

"Uh... Why do you want to know?" He merely raised an eyebrow, a glint in his eye, both Watson and I catching it.

"Holmes, what are you up to?" Watson asked slowly, giving him the famous 'I-don't-like-where-this-is-going' Watson looked I always dreamed of seeing.

"Whilst you were dilly-dailing looking for proper dress wear, I was doing research at the police station." Watson and I sighed, knowing he put on a disguise and broke into the files. Last night I heard him, through the haze of his 'Concoction trail' as he called it, which I knew was 70% cocaine and 30% morphine rushing through his system, had said something about having to find out a pattern. Then, as always, began to play the violin loudly and curse at a wall until he finally passed out. Great roommate let me tell you. He now leaned back in the seat, smirking slightly at me. "He has a pattern the Inspector failed to miss." My brows came together, not wanting to know what it was. "Every other rape and kill is a women a Lord has courted to a party. Being tonight shall be his 14th, he will take a women from the most presentable couple, as such with the others." I blinked, thinking about what he meant.

"So... You... Are courting me tonight?" He nodded once and I grimaced inwardly. Everyday we fought and argued over little things. He bashes and demises my presence since I am a women. He is arrogant, selfish and really doesn't do anything but shut me down and piss me off.

Yet

I couldn't help but hide my smile. The look in his eye had my stomach churning, telling me this was his plan all along. All the features that frustrated me so, made him that much more attractive. His odd, spiked out hair, scruff, blazing brown eyes and a good body to boot, who wouldn't want this man? Out of pure sex appeal of course, that's all it is.

"Well, you'll just have to guess Sherlock." I winced when I realized he actually was the Sherlock, so it wasn't an insult. Boy, that's going to get hard to get use too.