Sherlock and Evie were due to leave at 5:00pm.
"Evie? Have you seen my tie?" shouted Sherlock from their room as he searched the draws for the missing tie.
"which one, the blue one?" Evie shouted back, she was almost ready but still had to find her shoes and phone. "oh, the one which was soaked in blood last week?" asked Evie, she remembers it distinctly as Sherlock had used it to mop up the blood when dissecting a pigs heart in the kitchen and then left it on the floor for her to stand on the next morning.
"Yep that's the one" Sherlock poked his head round the door, hoping Evie had it.
"I think it's still at Mrs Hudson's, she was doing a wash last week and offered to do some of ours as well since she had space. It's probably still there" Sherlock ran out the flat, down the stairs, along the hall and knocked on Mrs Hudsons door.
"Hello Sherlock, what is it dear?" asked Mrs Hudson.
"Mrs Hudson, do you have my tie? Evie said you washed it last week?"
"Yes, I'll just go and get it" said Mrs Hudson walking off. She was out of the room yet this didn't stop her from talking, "it was soaked in blood, Evie assured me it was Pigs but still Sherlock" she called from the utility room as Sherlock stood by her door. Mrs Hudson appeared with the now clean navy tie and handed it to Sherlock.
"Thank you Mrs Hudson" said Sherlock as he dashed back up the stairs. Mrs Hudson called after his saying, "Just this once Sherlock, I'm not your housekeeper!"
Evie was standing in the living room waiting for Sherlock; she had found her phone and had already received several emails from her mother, checking they were on the way.
"Sherlock, are you almost ready?" asked Evie, it was 5:07 and she mother was difficult enough to be around without making her crabby from being late.
"Yep!" Shouted Sherlock from their room, "just getting my jacket" Sherlock appeared a few minutes later. He was wearing a dark navy suit, leather suit shoes, a white shirt and the infamous tie. He had tried to control his wild dark curls but had only half succeeded. The sides were brushed back, staying in place but his fringe section was as wide as ever with his curls falling over his face. Evie didn't mind, he had tried and that was the main thing.
"Sherlock, you do scrub up well" joked Evie, winking at him. He grabbed Evie around the waist saying,
"You don't do a bad job yourself Miss Miller" said Sherlock, returning the joke and a smile.
"Stop it, we need to leave" said Evie, but she couldn't help laughing a little. They left the flat a few minutes later, locking the door behind them.
"Where are we actually going?" Asked Sherlock, he had no idea where he was going yet was expected to drive there.
"Hampstead, when we get close I'll show you" said Evie, they were heading for Sherlock's car. It was a black, long wheel based Land Rover Defender and was only a year old. It was quite a long walk to the car as parking around the flat was a nightmare.
As they walked they were spotted by three photographers. Evie had forgotten how well-known the consulting detective actually was and it was moments like this that reminded her. Sherlock hated them. The three men began to approach them, getting their cameras out.
"Mr Holmes, Sherlock Holmes!" yelled the first man, Sherlock grabbed hold of Evie's hand and began to walk very swiftly down the street. The car was at the end of the street but the three men were in their way. Sherlock hated being questioned by paparazzi, they asked pointless and stupid questions while half blinding him in the process.
"Sherlock! Sherlock! Who's the girl?!" Yelled the second man. Evie and Sherlock had been pictured many times together before and this question was just to try and get a reaction. Sherlock had learnt from previous experiences that saying nothing was far worse than saying something so replied, "Evie." He still had a strong grip on her hand and was guiding her along.
Sherlock and Evie carried on walking as the man got closer but they were not going to let them pass without some sort of reply.
"It's Evie, Evie Miller!" said the first man again, he was a regular around the area and Sherlock had seen him before.
As Sherlock and Evie got close to the car, the men started to rush; worrying them efforts will have been in vain.
"Sherlock Holmes, Where are you going?!" shouted one of the men,
Sherlock gave another one worded reply saying, "Out!"
Sherlock realised that when they reached the car there wouldn't be time for them to find the keys, get in and drive away before the men caught them. He would have to talk to them at least once. They carried on walking until they got to the car and Sherlock quietly spoke to Evie, not wanting to be over heard, "we aren't going to be able to get away without saying something, I've seen one of them around here before, he became quite violent a few months ago when John and I left the flat and didn't answer his questions" said Sherlock.
"Okay, so what were you thinking?" asked Evie, she was having to walk quite quickly in large heels and was very surprised that she hasn't already tripped over.
"okay I'll divert them around to the driver's side in the road while you get in, I don't want them, especially that one, cornering you between the car and the wall else we'll never get away without someone having a broken nose" Said Sherlock smiling cheekily at her, implying she would punch one of them of they did.
"Okay" Agreed Evie, as they got closer to the car, the men began to yell more.
"Where are you going?!" yelled the 2nd man.
"Come on Mr Holmes, talk to us!" Yelled the 3rd man, they weren't getting a reaction and began to dig deeper.
"Oii Sherlock got a catch there, she's a beaut!" Yelled the 2nd Man, he wanted to make Sherlock violent and get an interesting reaction for the papers and was close to succeeding. Sherlock turned his head at this comment, he was more than irritated now, bordering on angry. 'Why wouldn't these idiots just leave his alone?' But it was too late, the man had realised that this had sparked a near reaction from Sherlock and he now had his ammo.
"You got her knocked up yet?!" Yelled the 1st man, Evie looked angry at this and turned to Sherlock who nodded for her to speak as well,
"No he hasn't!" Replied Evie, she was so disgusted that she would have happily swore but this would just have made it worse, she thought 'how dare he say that, how dare he have comments like that on their life and talk about her like she was worthless'
"Oi Mr Holmes! Come on! She's a pretty little thing! Young though, breaking the law again are we?!" continued the man, he wanted to push a reaction out of Sherlock and thought he could handle it.
Sherlock whipped round and was now angry. "Sherlock, leave it, seriously" said Evie, "he's just digging at you for a reaction" Said Evie, she perfectly understood why Sherlock wanted to go for him and she knew he would win, but it would do his reputation no good and his work would be effected.
By the time they got to the car they were practically jogging and Sherlock was now pulling Evie along. The men were much closer now and Sherlock quickly opened the side door for Evie, he knew she would be able to handle them if it came to it but he didn't want it to. Evie quickly jumped in the car and said, "Sherlock, please" he nodded and walked behind the car to get in but the men were in the way.
"How's the love life then?" Said the same man, he was close enough now not to need to shout and you could hear the sneer in his voice as he said it. Sherlock was almost able to open the door and could see Evie.
"Fine, thank you" Said Sherlock gritting his teeth as he spoke, moving fast he opened the door and slipped in. the men began to swear, wanting more information from him but it was over. Sherlock started the engine and drove of immediately.
"why are they so obsessive?" asked Evie as they drove away.
"They find my life 'fasinating'" Said Sherlock, "I've been getting more attention recently, as the cases have been getting bigger and more public, usually when they involve missing children or public affairs. And of course you're the next twist in the plot" Said Sherlock, he was slightly calmer now although still on edge.
"why?" asked Evie, she, like Sherlock, never understood the appeal of gossip and why people got so sycophantic about people in the papers.
"I don't know, or care to be perfectly honest" said Sherlock, Evie agreed with this and felt the conversation on the past 10 minutes should be ended. That sat in silence for a few minutes until Sherlock asked, "So what are your parent's names?"
"um my Mum's first name is Pertunia, and my Father's called James" said Evie,
"do I call them by first names or Mr and Mrs?" Asked Sherlock, he wasn't really sure about the social situation he was about to enter into, he had never met a girlfriends parent before and truthfully, he had never had a girlfriend before.