Sorry It has been so long and this is so short but got distracted by a shorter fan fiction, and The ending of this was my whole reason for writing it so I already wrote it. The only problem is I want to have at least one or two cases other than this but I'm having writers block so I wrote a different short Fan Fiction called Stories it's finished so if you don't want a wait check it out!
We were going to a conference on the last day which just happened to be the day of the dance.
It was the entrepreneur conference and since many are young men a dance was added on the last day.
We had an hour to get back and two more to get ready and leave. I luckily had a nice dress. It was long, flowing, fit to all the right curves, and brought out my eyes. To top it all off I curled my thick auburn hair. I then walked out to find Sherlock and John waiting for me.
"Sydney we need to," John's sentence was caught in his throat when he saw me come out.
"Would one of you be willing to zip me up?" I asked. John continued to stare when I gave him a glance that said really and I thought he was going to answer when Sherlock came over and did it. John looked stunned, but seemed to recover quickly until Sherlock spoke.
"You look nice tonight," he stated it calmly. John just stared as we linked arms and headed out the door.
"Sherlock I don't think I've seen that suit before did Mycroft send it?" I asked.
"Yep I think it's supposed to be a sorry, but his ego won't let him say it." Sherlock and I got in the cab and John came in last. We had a silent ride over, and Sherlock paid on our way out.
As we entered I saw so many people dancing and in the room apparently it was a popular conference I thought this was good and bad, because we could hid and us not being recognized won't be a big problem, but it was a lot of people to search through.
"Sherlock what are we looking for again?" John asked quietly.
"An older male, left handed, a slight limp on his left foot, size 14 feet, and nice shoes," Sherlock answered.