"Sherlock?" Eliza was in her wedding gown, it was strapless with a sweet heat neckline and a low cut back, less covered the front and back of the dress. Her dark hair with the pink and purple highlights was perfectly curled and cascaded down her back; her veil was simple and only reached her elbow. Her brother was wearing a single black suit like john and Peter. He was smiling, not his cold one she showed at scenes nor his sad smile this was his smile that he used when he was happy (so hardly ever)

"Don't look so panicked, you're getting married. Now smile you look-"Sherlock had never been good with emotions, unlike this younger sister, but here seeing her glow he knew what he felt. Proud. "Beautiful."

Eliza Holmes soon to be Greenwood beamed, she hugged her older brother, who seemed awkward, noticing his discomfort she released him. "Thanks Sherlock that means a lot." Roxy came up behind him, she silently shacked her head at the detective.

"Mycroft he isn't here?" Isadora tried to keep a steady voice, to hide her disappointment. In reply to her question her best friend and sibling shacked their heads. "Okay." She said simply.

"But Mr and Mrs Holmes are here though and they want to see you," Roxy told her, trying to brighten Eliza's wedding day.

"Mum and Dad!" Isadora exclaimed she hadn't seen them since…Sherlock's death. Roxy nodded and opened the door, the Holmes rushed into the room, her mother was the first to pull the bride into a bear hug.

"Finally one of my babies is getting married, I am absolutely furious at Mycroft for not being here on your special day. " Mrs Holmes cried, her son just rolled her eyes, and her husband was smiling happily at the scene. Once her mother had stopped suffocating her in hugs, she turned to her father who gently wrapped her arms around her bare shoulders.

Isadora was close with both parents, she was not her brothers who left as soon as they could, Sherlock always made it out that he hated his parents but deep down he cared for them. Eliza was closest with her dad; she was the only 'sane' one in the family.

Soon Roxy and Eliza were the only ones left in that small room. Roxy kissed her friends cheek, "You look beautiful girl, let's hope Peter Greenwood thinks so. Everyone is ready and Mr Holmes is outside ready to give you away. Ready?"

"Ready."

-The detective vs. The Assassin-

Mrs Greenwood and Mr Greenwood were now listening to Eliza's best man speech, the maid of honour was slapping her forehead, she really didn't need to here Sherlock's embarrassing stories of her best friend. Peter was nervous to hear the speech and Eliza was grinning like the Cheshire cat, John and Mary waited patiently to hear how he had improved since their wedding.

John, Mary, the parents, the couple, Sherlock and Roxy all sat on a table facing the other guests, Sherlock tapped his glass to catch their attention, every head turned to the detective.

"Welcome, guests.

Can I just say this is my second time as a best man the first time it was for my friend Doctor Watson and here I stand in front of you again for my dear sister, let's just hope we don't have a murder this time" Sherlock may have been smiling but the guests who attended the Watson's wedding moaned, Lestrade ran a hand over his face and Molly signed, Mrs Hudson however was smiling.

"Before I begin I just want to say, I asked my sister before I started writing if there was anything I should not say, and she said no. So sis, this is really your fault. I'd like to start by pointing out that Eliza looks radiant today—every bit the beautiful bride. As for Peter... Well, my mother always said if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all, right? He tries hard. That's Peter...trying...hard...And his personality...his personality it's okay too. It makes up for everything that's going on up there, in the face area."

The guests laughed fondly whilst Peter playfully scowled.

"I only met my brother in-law a few years ago, when I was 'dead' he and my sister were partners and I was in America helping the president, I really can't say much it's all hush-hush and then someone would kill me, most likely the girl sat beside me-"he pointed to the bride "But she's lovely in her own way I assure you, but anger her and you will regret it. I actually remember when she was like eight and I had come home from school and she was waiting for me and punched me in the face. Keep in mind she was eight, I asked why she did that and her answer was 'you forgot it was valentine's day and you didn't get me anything' she stormed off then and I never forgot to get her chocolates again."

"You have always inspired me to be a better person, Isadora. Today you lead the way; becoming a women and starting a family. This is too beautiful to be missed. I might just have to move in to your new apartment to keep a close watch... Seriously, though maybe for like two months…I'm running I bit behind on rent so… (Ok, ok we'll talk about it later). In all seriousness. I wish these two a lifetime of happiness, the kind of deep growth that comes from loving another being not yourself, a life of love and continued imagination. It will be an honour for all of us to witness your journey together."

Sherlock checked his cards and smiled evilly, "Now let me tell you a story, maybe funny maybe not. Four years ago there was a bomb issue in London me and John were on the case, that's were john first met my sister though she was in a disguise and that 'girl' died a few weeks later, John panicked because I couldn't defuse the bomb. Me not being able to defuse it, I had never seen a design like that and Eliza didn't know either when she played like she didn't she waited until the last second to defuse it, I never discovered the bomber but the curious thing was that an expensive Gold watch was the timer. So the bomber was rich and smart, but that was nearly half of the CEO men in London."

"Bomb." Sherlock muttered. A bomb, everything made sense now the man who wanted Eliza dead was rich and smart and was the bomber from four years ago and that meant he could try something today.

"Let's toast! To this beautiful couple! Peter, Eliza Congratulations."

So quietly John had to strain to hear he said 'bomb'.

John cursed "Damn-it Sherlock Eliza couldn't have a nice normal wedding." He hissed still seated Sherlock was the only one standing as he thought the bomb was a pressure bomb.

"Normal is boring, "Sherlock replied not really listening he was quickly evaluating the room.

"You really have the worst luck Sherlock; I'm surprised after this if anyone asks you to be the best man again because everything you are, someone's life is put in danger." Isadora forced a smile.

"Eliza don't move, I believe the bomb is beneath you," he said calmly to his younger sibling and sure enough the same design of the bomb was placed under her chair, Sherlock laid on his back and explored his mind palace. He knew he had a short time to find the memory of Eliza defusing the bomb, he found it and working swiftly. Eliza remained calm much to the surprise of Peter and the other members on the table.

"Done, same design. My theory was correct; no need to panic me and John will quickly check if there is any more whilst you keep distracting our guests okay?"

"Okay." Peter tagged along, but no-more bombs were found, however Peter did not ignore this attempt on his wife life and promised once he returned from his honeymoon, he would kill the man who tried to kill all those people.