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The Nails Of Terror (Chapter 11)

10:45, Monday: Tapas Brindisa Soho Restaurant

"Well..." Sherlock starts his sentence. "The second bomb exploded this morning at exactly at 8 o'clock, exactly a week after the first one, on brick Lane, in a flat. Right from the first sight at the flat and the radius of the explosion, I was sure that the bomb was placed right into the middle of the room and after I had a look around the flat the direction the nails flew only supported my idea…"
"You know Sherlock; I haven't really got the time to listen to your detailed explanation. I have to rush to a meeting in an hour…" Says Mycroft in a really inpatient voice.
" So the thing is that at the first time he left a clue inside of the bag and I found the pieces of it, but this time, I simply can't find any! I did not find a single clue on the crime scene!"
"Well, that's a first! And what do you need me for?" Asks Mycroft.
"Well, is it a problem that I want to have a lunch with my dear big brother?" Sherlock leans towards Mycroft with a gigantic grin on his face.
"I am quite sure that there is more than a lunch…" Mycroft leans in a bit too. "Go on name it! A warrant to turn someone's house upside down or a warrant to question someone? You name it!"
"Well, both of us know that you were always the smarter one…" Says Sherlock as he plays around with his teaspoon in his cup.
"Oh, you just realized that? Anyway, don't sugar coat the facts… Go on tell me what you want!"
"I… I need you…" He pauses for a moment. I can see that he's struggling to squeeze the words out. "Would you… Would you have a look around… Around the crime scene to… To see if… If I've… I've missed… Missed any… Anything…"
"Well, that took long… And the answer to your question is… NO! Why would I? And why do you ask me for this anyway?" Mycroft asks in an interested voice.
"Well I thought I wanted a person's view that is on the same intelligence level… No offence, Shara…" And Sherlock turns to me. I give him an offended look. "I would do anything…"
"Hmmm…" That means that Mycroft is thinking. "Well, there is something… That I'd really like…"
"Name it!" Sherlock is starting to get impatient.
"A dinner… With Shara…" Mycroft looks at me.
"Yes, why not!" Sherlock shouts.
"What?" I scream out way louder than Sherlock.
Sherlock leans closer to my ears and starts to whisper.
"Oh come on Shara! You can be spoiled! I know when he goes out with a lady, and it's not that usual, he always takes the lady to the best restaurant of the town and gets her the best food, wine, champagne that she can imagine…" And he leans back to face Mycroft again.
"So… I think I've changed my mind… It would be lovely to enjoy your company for a dinner…" I say in a calmer voice now.
"I'll pick you up tonight at 8pm…" Mycroft says in a calmer voice.
"Ok then… I think I go out and find something to wear for tonight… See you!"

16:00, same day: Baker Street
I have spent the whole afternoon running from shop to shop to find something to wear and in the same time I've brought some other things so by the time I arrive back at 221B both of my hands are full of bags.
"Sherlock… Sherlock!" I shout as I run in through the front door and up the stairs.
"Yes… What?" He asks without even looking up from his work.
"I really need your help! It's an emergency!" I throw the bags on the sofa.
"Yep, what for?" He asks as he looks into my way.
"You'll see!" I grab one of the bags and rush into the bedroom. After a couple of minutes I come out in a red knee-length cocktail dress.
"So, what do you think?" I ask.
"Is it for tonight?" He asks as he observes me from head-to-toe.
"Yep." I answer fairly confidently.
"It's not really his taste…" He answers in a bit more professional voice. "It's more like my taste…"
I rush into the room to get changed again. Now I return in a skin-tight dress.
"Hmmm…" He's thinking. "Have you got this dress in black?"
"Yep… I'll put it on…" And I rush back into the room.

"Perfect!"Sherlock jumps up from his chair as I walk back into the living room. The dress has no sleeves, it's an inch or so shorter than knee-length. And in the same minute the door bell rings. Mrs. Hudson opens the door and shouts upstairs.
"Shara!" Sherlock sits back on his chair at the table and continues his work.
"I'll be down there in a second!" I shout back as I grab a coat from one of the shopping bags. "See you Sherlock!" I shout back from the living room door.
"Shara!" Now I hear Mycroft's patient voice and… Somehow it was softer than it was in the restaurant.
"I'm coming!" I shout down still from the top of the stairs. "Promise me you're not going to stay up late… You really need some rest…" I turn back to Sherlock. He's not answering.
"Shara!" Mycroft's voice is a bit more impatient now.
"Ok, I'm coming!" And I rush down the stairs.
"Sorry… I was just… Finishing my make up…" I'm trying t explain myself when I arrive to the bottom of the stairs. Mycroft takes my hand politely and kisses it and then we link arms.
"I've got two options for tonight…" He starts his sentence as he opens the car's door for me. "Both of them are restaurants. One of them is Skylon with a beautiful view to the River Thames or The Dorchester, which has 3 Michelin stairs and has the best food in the city…"
"I think I'd choose the beautiful view of River Thames for tonight…" I answer after a bit of thinking.
"What a great choice…" Mycroft says as he signals to the driver and the car leaves Baker Street…