#The bride-to-be actually secretly informed me that its going to be the wedding. A surprise wedding. Surprise to all the guests at least!

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I FORGOT I WAS INVITED TO AN ENGAGEMENT PARTY TOMORROW. I SHOULD HAVE BEEN PLANNING MY OUTFIT FOR MONTHS. IM GOING TO PERISH.

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Hello Detective Chapter 68

Pairing: Sherlock x Reader

Word Count: 3.1k

A/N: This is my first update in over a year, wow. Please comment and let me know what you think, its the kind words y’all leave that motivate me to keep writing!

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“Ms. Gregson, I’ve brought your dress.” Your assistant entered your office and held up a garment bag.

“Dress?” You muttered, your eyes not leaving the papers in front of you, your work completely distracting you. Who knew missile threats lead to so much paperwork.

“For the wedding ma’am. Your driver is ready whenever you are.” He explained, snapping you out of your trance.

“Ok, I’m almost done here.” You informed him, pointing to the door for him to hang your dress.

Once you gathered your papers and notes together to be sent off to Mycroft, you slipped into your tastefully simple dress. You were a lover of fashion from birth, most likely due to your mother being a dress designer, but you knew it was a total faux pas to outshine a bride at a wedding. So you opted for a simple spring colored dress.

The drive to the venue was about an hour outside of London, and you were grateful for an escape from the city. The long trip gave you an opportunity to take care of some work and update Mycroft on the events of the morning.

As you were nearing your destination you received a text from Sherlock.

Service is over, not as entirely painful as I expected. The pictures... now that’s another story.

-SH

You chuckled to yourself, after all this time he still signs his initials with every text. You’re convinced that it’s a preset in his phone that he secretly has no idea how to change, but of course he’d never admit that.

It’s almost over, you attempted to reassure him, I’m in the car now, I’ll be there soon. Xx

When you arrived everyone was in the reception hall milling about and visiting. You spotted Sherlock from behind, chatting with a woman in a lilac bridesmaid dress. You approached him and laid a hand on his arm to get his attention.

“Hi.” He whipped around and smiled, happy to see you. He placed a gentle kiss on your cheek. Either this whole wedding thing was torture or he was more nervous about his speech than you thought.

“Sorry I’m late.” You apologized.

“You’re here now.” He nodded, grateful for your presence.

“That I am,” You suddenly realized you had interrupted their conversation and turned to apologize to the bridesmaid, “Oh I’m sorry-.”

You turned to who he was talking to, ready to apologize, when your face went flush. Your smile faltered for just a moment, long enough for Sherlock to clock your reaction.

“Hello Ms. Gregson,” Janine said with a cheery smile.

“H-hi Janine.” You tried to recover and smile politely.

“Sherlock here’s been trying to find me a suitable date.” She explained, you were still in shock that she was here, considering your last encounter was her boss blackmailing you.

“Is he now? Well, I don’t doubt he’ll find you a good match, he’s very observant,” You said as you spotted Greg off sitting at a table with a drink in his hand, “I’ll let you two get back to it.”

You politely excused yourself, laying a hand on Sherlock’s arm again as you passed him, giving him a little squeeze.

“Hello there,” You smirked at Greg. He hadn’t expected you to make it, he lit up at your arrival.

“Look who decided to show up!” He jumps up and hugs you.

“That bad, eh?” You laugh and point down to his glass.

“Oh no, it was lovely, just not a big wedding person.” He explained, since he and his wife split you could understand why this might not be the happiest of reminders for him.

You look down at the table and see you’ve been seated next to him.

“Looks like we’re stuck together,” You smiled and pointed to the name plate next to him.

“That we are,” He smiles, taking another sip of his drink.

“Well I better go congratulate the happy couple, I’ll be back.” You smile, and go off to find John and Mary.

You see them standing together in the center of the room and make your way towards them, you see Sherlock doing the same.

“John!” You call to him with a wave, getting their attention.

“You made it!” He smiled, both of them turning to you.

“Wouldn’t miss this for the world.” You greeted and hugged both of them.

“Our wedding or Sherlock’s speech?” John smirked. Sherlock, who now stood by your side raised a brow, he didn’t like that comment.

“Oh hush,” You chuckled, “Mary you looked beautiful.”

“Oh thank you, I’m glad we could pull you away from the office for a few hours at least.” She placed a loving hand on your arm. You remembered the first time you met her at the doctor's office. You were surprised you could even remember her, consider there were about a million things running through your mind at that time. Things were so complicated then, well in your line of work things were always going to be complicated.

“Yes, just be glad I dumped my work onto Mycroft to keep him busy.” You smirked, earning a laugh.

Suddenly a bell rang, signaling dinner was to be served and you all were to make your way to your seats.

“Hey-” You grabbed Sherlock’s hand as everyone shuffled around you. You knew this would be the last chance you got to talk to him before his speech.

“It’s going to be fine. You’re ready.” You tried to reassure him, placing a hand on his cheek. You centered him and calmed him. He placed his hand over yours, leaning into it for a moment before nodding.

“Thank you.” He removed your hand and kissed it gently, squeezing it lightly before he turned to leave.

He remembered your words from earlier as he sat down at the front table with Mary, John and the bridesmaids, you’re Sherlock Holmes, you’ve faced demons and the devil himself, a little speech isn’t going to kill you.

You took your seat the corner table by the door between Mrs. Hudson and Lestrade. You were conveniently across from Molly and her Sherlock-wanna-be boyfriend... fiance? You glanced down at her ring.

After dinner and some light conversation, it was finally time for Sherlock’s speech, and you were a little nervous.

“Ladies and gentlemen, family and friends... and others... also-” He was too in his head, examining and deducing the room instead of focusing on his speech,

“The telegrams.” You mouthed to him as his eyes finally landed on you in the sea of people. He seemed to realize what you were mouthing.

“Right. First things first. Telegrams. Well, they’re not actually telegrams we just call them telegrams, I don’t know why. Wedding tradition, because we don’t have enough of that already, apparently.” He rambled and you smiled shaking your head, this wasn’t exactly what you meant when you said be yourself.

He began to read them, and there was something so funny to you about Sherlock saying such gushing words, they sounded so foreign.

“Mary lots of love... oh.” Sherlock stopped for a moment, John looked up to him questioningly as he continued, “poppet.”

This earned a laugh from everyone. Now that was a word you’d never thought would come out of Sherlock’s mouth.

You thought it was odd for this telegram to only be directed at Mary, no mention of John. The previous ones addressed them both.

“Oodles of love and heaps of good wishes from Cam. Wish your family could have seen this.” You noticed Mary’s reaction, something was wrong. No one reacts like that to these happy little notes. And you’d seen Sherlock obsessing over the guest list, there were no Cams on it.

Meaning- it had to be initials. Three words suddenly jumped into your mind:

Charles Augustus Magnussen

Sherlock begins to tell the funny story about John asking him to be his best man, a day which you vividly remember due to the fact that you almost drank from a cup inhabited by an eyeball, one of Sherlock's experiments.

You were distracted, this couldn’t be a coincidence. First Janine and now Magnusen. This nearly confirmed your earlier suspicions that Mary might have been the target of John’s Guy Fawkes night attack. And it was highly suspicious that there was zero trace of her in the intelligence databases. Everyone’s got a file, even ordinary people if not just a birth certificate. You know she was employed, hell you’d seen her at work, she should at least have an employers file, but nothing.

By the time you tune back in Sherlock was telling the story of the Bloody Guardsman. You hoped no one had noticed you’d tuned out for who knows how long. You couldn't shake the feeling that Mary was hiding something deeper. We all have secrets, and as someone with a fair few and a lot of red in your ledger you knew a thing or two about trying to wipe it clean and start fresh. A whole new life. Is that what she’s doing here? What pushed her to do this, clearly something of that magnitude would not be looked upon lightly. You wanted to get to the bottom of this, but now is not the time.

You couldn’t get the idea out of your mind, you needed answers now. It's a good thing your table was next to the door and you could slip out largely unseen. Sherlock seemed to be doing a good job on his speech, people like detective stories. You won’t be missed. And a government job in charge of the safety of all British citizens was a pretty good alibi if anyone asked why you slipped away, work would be your excuse.

You made your way towards the seating area outside of the water closets near the kitchen door. You began to search everything you have on Mary, Magnusen, and Janine. MI5, MI6 every database you have access to. You’re in a deep dive when a waiter approaches you.

“Would you like something to drink?” He offered, pulling you from your train of thought. He was holding a tray with champagne.

“No I think I’m ok,” You smiled, looking back down to your phone.

“You sure? You look like you’ve had a long day.” He says politely.

“On second thought...” You smile and accept. Taking a sip as he returns into the kitchen. You return to the file on your phone, Magnussen has a lot of fingers in a lot of pies, but nothing explains his connection to Mary.

There had to be one, you were so frustrated that your searches were not fruitful.

Before you realized it, the words on the page were turning fuzzy. You glanced back at the champagne glass, raising it to your eyes to examine it... had you been drugged? Your hands began to shake and the glass dropped from your hands, shattering. You tried to remember the face of the waiter but it was a blur.

You stood quickly, you knew you had to get this out of your system. You glanced to the tray near the kitchen door and grabbed an empty glass and salt shaker. But it was too late. You collapsed as you tried to make your way towards the bathroom.

Back in the reception hall Sherlock began his Q&A portion of his story. As he asks Lestrade for his theory on the Bloody Guardsman case he noticed your absence. He sees the empty chair beside him, he knew something was off about you earlier when you’d met Janine. How could you two know each other? Even he’d just met her. He momentarily writes your absence off as a work emergency.

He quickly began to realize that the Mayfly Man was here today as he went over the case again in his mind. Something was about to happen, and that made your absence all the more suspicious.

“Who could you only kill at a wedding?” Sherlock asked as he made his rounds around the room, biding his time to solve the case and keep control of the room. You immediately came to mind because of your government position, but he ruled you out due to your numerous public appearances both formally and casually.

Lock this place down.

He texted Lestrade who quickly jumped to action, running into the hall.

The first thing he noticed was the shattered glass and a limp hand on the floor behind the seating area near the loo.

“Oh God, Y/N.” He rushed to you, checking your vitals.

Sherlock runs into the hall with John, Mary, and Molly on his tail.

“I thought you were locking the place down.” Sherlock asked in a scolding manner before his eyes landed on you and his heart dropped.

“I don’t know what happened.” Greg tried to explain but Sherlock quickly cut him off.

“She was drugged.” He pointed to the salt shaker and empty glass, what would have been used in an attempt to rid your system of the chemicals. But you were too late.

John checked your vitals and confirmed that you were just unconscious. He knew now this case meant life or death, and he didn’t have much time.

“Someone did this to distract me from solving the case in time, we have to go. Lestrade go get the photographer, he shouldn’t be too far now. Molly I need you to wait with her, please!” He yelled from down the hall as the trio began to make their way to Major Sholto’s room.

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When you wake up Sherlock is kneeling next to you, your head in his hands.

“Y/N... can you hear me?” He asked frantically, he was worried. He didn’t know what kind of drug you’d been given.

“You’re yelling, so yes.” You muttered, wincing slightly.

“Oh thank god.” He sighed, helping you to sit up on the couch.

“What happened?” You asked.

“Mayfly Man, he was working his way up to Sholto. The Bloody Guardsman was a practice round.” He explained, pointing over to the man Lestrade was interrogating who was handcuffed to a luggage rack. You recognized him as the waiter who gave you the drink.

“He was pretending to be a waiter.” You explained.

“He was the photographer, he must have thought you’d put a damper on his plans. Wanted to get you out of the way, or at the very least serve as a distraction for me.” Sherlock explained and you nodded in understanding.

“And did it work? Is Sholto ok?” You asked.

“He’s on the way to the hospital but he was stable.” Sherlock explained and you were relieved.

“Are you sure you’re alright?” Sherlock pressed.

“Oh please, not the first time I've been poisoned,” You smiled, earning a concerned look from Sherlock.

“Still.” He pressed.

“Im fine. Promise.” You smile, placing a hand on his knee.

In all the commotion you forgot what you came out here to do in the first place. Any thoughts of Magnussen and Mary and Janine were far from you now.

“Isn’t it time for your song?” You asked Sherlock, referring to his waltz you’d been forced to road test.

“Yes, but you need to rest. Ten minutes ago you were unconscious.” He said with a protective tone.

“I’m not missing their first dance, I can rest after.” You pushed and he agreed reluctantly.

Everyone made their way onto the dancefloor and made way for the newlyweds.

Sherlock began to play as they waltzed, they looked happy. You smiled as you leaned against the wall to steady yourself. Things were a little fuzzy, but you were fine. How has this become your new normal?, you thought to yourself shaking your head.

Sherlock’s song was even more beautiful than his recording from earlier. You loved when he played the violin, there was something so calming and soothing about it. You swore he could solve all of your problems with one note.

After he played and gave an apology for the commotion earlier, you saw him make his way towards John and Mary before they shooed him away with a smile. Had he just revealed that they were pregnant? Leave it to Sherlock to know before John, a doctor.

“Lets get some air.” Sherlock whispered in your ear once he had approached you, pulling you from the loud ballroom.

You followed him into the cool night air, the darkness surrounding the two of you. You were alone, the two of you against the world.

“This isn’t exactly how I expected today to go.” You chuckled as you made it to a faintly lit courtyard outside. You could see the flashing lights from inside and the faint beat of the music.

“Who would have guessed.” He laughed, shaking his head and pulling you closer to him. The two of you swaying slightly in a dance, in your own little world.

“Sherlock Holmes, can you not go one day without saving a life or two.” You smirked, laying your head against his chest.  

“You’re the one that has saved me.” He spoke, his tone more serious than a moment ago.

“Well that’s incredibly cheesy, but I’ll let it slide.” You teased.

The two of you had stopped dancing, but Sherlock was still holding you as if he never wanted to let you go.

“Im serious Y/N. You, you came into my life and you made everything better. I’m excited to get up in the morning, I’m excited to live, because I know you’ll be by my side. You've taught me how to love, and I never want to live another day without you by my side.” Sherlock says in a serious tone, bending down to get on one knee.

“Sherlock...” Your jaw drops, and you glance back towards the party. On John and Marys wedding day?, You thought.

“And I know what you’re thinking... it’s past midnight, not John and Mary’s day anymore.” He smiled, you hadn’t even notice him slip a ring box out of his coat pocket.

“Our day.” You smile, as a tear slips down your cheek.

“Our day, just us.” He nods, smiling just as wide as you bent down to kiss him.

“I am going to need verbal confirmation here, Y/N.” He asks as you pull apart, he's still on one knee. You laugh as more tears spill slowly.

“Yes, yes.” You cry as he slips the ring on your finger.

You jump into his arms as he stands up, catching him a little off guard, causing him to laugh.

“Just me and you...” You whispered.

“Against the rest of the world.” Sherlock finished your thought, tilting your chin up to kiss you once more.

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Katrina Cornwell stared at the wine glass in her hand and let out an inadvertent sigh. Her life was in shambles at the moment. well, her professional life was sailing smooth but her personal life was far from it. Infact it was just a headache she wanted to avoid at the moment. She once again looked at the wedding invitation in her hand. Pippa and Sunny were finally tying the knot after dancing around eachother for years , three kids and two divorces total. Kat was not an old hag to wish ill for her friends or place blame on Leonard for her failed marriage. She knew it was mostly her fault that they got divorced. but there lay the problem of finding a suitable date for the wedding. Pippa asked her to be the matron of honour but Kat wasn’t simply in the mood to be one. But she never said it aloud. at least by that way she’d be able to skip on having a date but the responsibility and having to hang around wedding atmosphere far too long than simply being a guest in reception made her nauseated. “hah… the irony of therapist being depressed. get your shit together woman and do this for Pippa and Sunny ”. Kat thought to herself and stood from the couch to place a call to Afsaneh to inform that she accepted Phillipa’s invitation.

meanwhile in an apartment closer Gabriel Lorca was staring at the same invitation. He tossed the invitation across the room but after a second thought, picked it up and placed it on the coffee table. It was not fair to direct his anger at Sunny’s wedding invitation. Actually he was Happy that his best friend was getting her shit together finally to see that Phillipa was love of her life. Those two danced around eachother since collage and it was high time they realized they belonged together. they had nothing over himself or his inability to keep his Balayna safe. lt was his fault that he is alone now. clamping his teeth together not to let out the sigh that was customary whenever he Remembered his girl, Gabriel turned around the wedding invitation only to find a message scrawled in Sunny’s handwriting.

’ you are the best man Lorca’

Great. now he has to tolerate the whole reception and the bridal showers (for Phillipa and Sunny invited all their close friends to it) and whatnot and having to handle the whole thing. Weddings weren’t his forte and of all people Sunny should know this. Not to mention dealing with the uncomfortable relationship questions from their friends who’d be at the wedding and especially Chris trying to hook him up with girls half his age. Gabriel mentally groaned at that image but picked up his phone to type a message to Sunny to let her know that he is actually going to be the best man. Gabriel looked around the condo Phillipa and Afsaneh shared. He never came to their house because he basically lived on his ship for past 20 years and even when he was with Balayna, he lived on US. Being on States was a different experience after all these years. Deep in his thoughts he falied to notice the gorgeous woman sitting on the couch right infront of him. She cleared her throat and Gabriel blinked twice before finding his voice and apologizing to her. “Its ok. Afsaneh and Phillipa had to go out and they told me you are coming here…I’m Katrina Cornwell. I believe you are Mr. Lorca?” Katrina managed to get the sentence out despite the heated blush she was feeling. Gabriel nodded and then frowned over the familiarity he was feeling about this woman. “ I’m sorry but Do I know you …uh … Miss Cornwell?” Katrina slightly bristled at the question and even before she could think, she felt herself answering “its Doctor”. Katrina tried to smooth off the situation with him because as Afsaneh told her, Gabriel Lorca was the best man and as she is to be the Matron of honour she had at least to be cordial with him. “ I’m sorry Mr. Lorca. I’m just tired of being the recipient of that question far too long. please call me Katrina ”. To her surprise, he began to chuckle and nodded in understanding and added that she can call him Gabriel. over the hour they waited for their friends to come home, they found out they briefly went to same collage before Kat transferred to a different one, and few embarrassing stories of both brides-to-be to share at the speeches and both of their messed up relationships and that they had no dates to bring over to the reception. “ We can pretend we are together, you know” Kat found herself saying and to her horror found Gabriel seriously contemplating the idea instead of laughing it off. “ Has merits you know Kat… You and I are both single and obviously need a partner to avoid all that mess and unwanted questions. so, its a solid deal? ” Katrina gulped but she knew this is the best offer she will ever get on the ‘date’ department. besides, Gabriel was very handsome and she found herself drawn to him despite his cocky attitude. When Afsaneh and Phillipa returned, to their surprise they found Kat and Gabriel rather cosied up on sofa, laughing and having a really great time together. Gabriel cooked up a story of going to a date with Kat when they were in collage and getting to know her better now but Kat knew Pippa or Afsaneh wasn’t fooled for a moment with that one. Instead, she chose to pull up the topic of upcoming wedding and other three soon chimed in as well.

The wedding was actually the event Katrina most enjoyed. Between dress shopping, going to caters, florists and Cake designers and testing champagne or having time of her life in the bridal shower, Kat found the joy of friendship seeping back to her life.But Gabriel was the major reason she was happy. she couldn’t deny it or even avoid it because their pretended relationship was on full sails and all the friends accepted that Kat finally found her match. and whenever they’d hear such comments, Gabriel would smile that smile and she found herself blushing like a teenager. But she was afraid because she knew she was already fallen for him.

Gabriel looked at Kat dressed in gorgeous navy blue dress, smiling so brightly that her dimples showed and knew that somehow , somewhere in this lie, there was one truth and that was this woman had sneaked upto his heart without his knowledge and charmed him with her wits, intelligence and her strength. Not to mention her beauty. Her toothy grin , cute dimples and soft hair that often fell over her face had him in a tight grip but it was her jade eyes that made him quiver. He was in love and damn it was a mess. He promised he won’t fall for a woman after Balayna. And for 20 years he lived true to that promise. But now everything was changed and the worst of it was he didn’t knew if Kat reciprocated his feelings. They were living a charade and he couldn’t tell if she was faking her affection or not. He knew if he tried he could tell but the fear of heartbreak and rejection still lay prominent in his mind. “ Takes a lot to fall for a Doc, old boy. Its a fine mess you’ve made and now you have to face the music ” He thought to himself.

Deep in thought he failed to notice Afsaneh approaching from his behind. she cleared her throat and Gabriel quickly turned to face her. He noticed there was a softness in her eyes and sparkle of something- something like love - and suddenly he felt jealous for his friend. But he knew he was being unreasonable. Without uttering a single word, Afsaneh made a gesture to point out Kat, who was leaning into the railing of a small balcony and Gabriel knew he had to face her. its now or never. picking up a glass of champagne for liquid courage, hoping it was whiskey , Gabriel moved away to balcony after uncomfortably smiling towards Sunny. Phillipa joined her wife afterwards and she impishly grinned at her as she saw Kat and Gabriel on the balcony. ‘Its about time those two made it real’ , Pippa commented while giving a kiss to Sunny. “ oh its been real all this time, these two idiots are fooling themselves. maybe you should throw your bouquet at them ” ’ I’d love to hit Gabe with it ’ Pippa replied and dragged Afsaneh to the dance floor, giving privacy to the couple on the balcony. Neither Kat or Gabriel said a word but Pippa secretly grinned when Kat caught her bouquet later and Gabriel caught the garter, smiling and blushing like two teenagers in love. Honestly, none of their friends were surprised to see these two tying the knot just an year later. All in all, weddings are Sometimes Happy occasions rather than being emotional messes.

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