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missing-fanfics · 5 years ago

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A Strange Request at a Piano Bar

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A/N: ello Sarah here. I know they’re kinda out of character I’ve never write Jamie or Charlotte before so I apologise. This does not follow any plot in any of the books. You can read this and even if you only read half of the first book. This whole ‘case’ that they’re working on isn’t real. I was just stringing a case together based on the ten words seen above.

Word count: 2.2k

Warnings: swearing and reader being a cheeky bastard.

Jamie Watson x fem!reader x Charlotte Holmes

Platonic pairings only, sorrrrry.

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I realized two very prominent things as we slipped into the loud building, that Holmes’ Forever Ever Cotton Candy perfume was nauseating in close quarters and Y/N was wearing clothes three sizes too small. With Holmes’ ‘Hailey’ get up and Y/N’s outfit combined, we passed as obnoxious teenagers.

The bar itself was rather dark. From what I could tell a teenage girls party was taking place. Y/N found this out hours ago and made me ruffle my hair and force me to sag my pants. I fit in with the crowds of carefree teenagers just as well as she did in her awkward tube top.

“Come on Jamie, lets flirt with some strangers for information. She won’t be jealous.” I narrowed my eyes at her. “Don’t act so shy it’s not like Charlotte’s paying attention” she said giving me a sly smile. I grit my teeth and glared at her. Holmes payed attention to everything and Y/N knew that. With a wink she twirled away, already blending in with the other girls in the bar.

I groaned inwardly and pinched the bridge of my nose. Holmes was a handful by herself, adding Y/N into the mix was just tourture. I know we needed her though. She was subtle and could move through a crowd like it was water. Also her hacking skills had saved our asses on numerous occasions. Holmes was the brains, Y/N was the eyes, and I guess that makes me the braun. Fantastic.

“Hi!” Someone exclaimed grabbing onto my arm. I raised an eyebrow and turned to face a tall redhead. She was grinning from ear to ear and I groaned inwardly again. Damnit.

“Hey, I’m Jack” I said remembering my aliases. I wasn’t Jamie Watson, the idiot trailing after two genius women, I was Jack Markens a socially conscious and cool young man.

“I’ve never seen you before Jack” the apple haired girl said drawling out the name as if it should affect me. I played into her flirting and forced myself into looking her up and down with a stupid smirk on my face.

“I’m just visiting some friends.” I said flattening my English accent even more. I didn’t want to take any chances in fucking up my already paper thin aliases.

“I hope nothing serious?” She said twirling her red hair around her finger. I wasn’t going to stand here as she clung to my arm and say I didn’t think she was attractive. That being said she was the kind of girl old Jamie would’ve trailed after. The kind of girl I would’ve done stupid shit for. Nowadays I only do stupid shit for two very specific girls.

I looked around in a way I hoped was casual, “I’m never looking for anything serious.” Her eyes widened in delight as she pressed herself closer to me. God I hated myself.

“Well in that case Jack, let me show you around. I’m Roxie.” She said in a sultry voice. I smiled in amusement at her name.

She tugged at my arm and dragged me to a rowdy table full of teenagers dressed and acting like idiots. Roxie squealed and ran over and hugged a blond boy, I cleared my throat awkwardly.

With a loud ear splitting ring of interference, the piano bar hushed as everyone stared at the stage. A younger man smiled sheepishly as he moved his microphone around trying to fix the problem, a clipboard clutched in his hands.

“Well sorry about that folks! Now that I’ve got your attention, I'd like to make some announcements. Today is two very special ladies 18th birthdays: Georgia!” The crowd cheered looking to a girl in a big dress and a tiara. Roxie screamed loud enough to irritate my ears, at I assume her friend.

He waited until everyone settled down and looked at his clipboard. “And Hailey!”

We were in the bar for maybe twenty minutes and in the time Holmes had managed to become quite popular with the other parties juvenile acting friends. They shouted just as loud for her and I looked around trying to find Holmes and Y/N.

“We’re going to be doing something a little different tonight. Please welcome one of our birthday girls and her best friend onto the stage!” The man yelled again and the crowd yelled back again. I furrowed my eyebrows as Roxie grinned at the blond boy and dragged him over to a group of girls. I took that as my que to leave and I shuffled back slightly trying desperately to get away from all the screaming girls.

Holmes and Y/N scrambled into the stage, with an eccentric bow Y/N shimmied to the piano bench and sat down. Holmes embraced her ‘Hailey’ persona and grinned at everyone. She accepted the violin the man handed her with a blush and a giggle. These two were going to be the death of me.

“Sorry for the strange request, my name is Y/N and this is my best friend Hailey. Hope you enjoy us!” Y/N said into her microphone with a wink in my direction. The crowd exploded at the two pretty women on stage. With a nod at one another they started to play a duet. I couldn’t help but wonder when on earth they managed to practice songs together, just the idea of them alone in the music room made me uneasy.

As they played the bar transformed into a carnival. The throbbing lights spun like a merry go round and the once unwelcoming sent of sassafras seemed to melt into a sweet aroma. Holmes looked right at home on stage and I stopped for a moment to watch her. Y/N made eye contact with me again and raised an eyebrow in warning.

I cleared my throat and remembered our carefully crafted plan:

1. Mingle

2. Y/N and Holmes will play

3. In our different vantage points we’ll look for any meaning behind the mask logo of the bar that was spray painted in my room with braille engraving underneath it

4. Maybe have a few drinks

That last one was added by Y/N with a grin. She kept trying to get us all drunk, much to my misfortune and Holmes’ annoyment.

My mind wandered to when I stumbled into my dorm room to find the threatening mask logo spray painted in a cherry red colour. Someone had hacked away, “we’re all mad here” in braille on a chunk of wood under my desk near it.

Y/N figured out the mask was the exact same as the logo for this piano bar and here were were. Trying to find a connection to the Alice in Wonderland quote as well as the break-ins throughout our terrible school.

With everyone busy staring at my only two friends, I slipped to the back of the room. It was quieter back here and the beautiful lights and music didn’t follow me. Taking out my phone I scanned the crowded wall trying to find anything that resembled braille or red spray paint. Hell even a Cheshire Cat would make all this mean something. The wall of stickers was mainly bullshit companies and photos of past patrons. I sighed deeply, but continued to search the wall.

I followed it into a back room. The lights were off and I crouched down just in case anyone was to burst in. I figured through the filing cabinets looking for anything that related to Alice in Wonderland.

Who knew that a theif was such a damn Disney fan? I sighed and sat against the wall as I searched through the files.

Holmes and Y/N burst in both after a few silent moments. Both a little sweaty with matching grins on their faces. They rushed over to me and I stood up quickly to meet them.

“We found out absolutely nothing, but had a good time and that’s all that matters.” Y/N said doubling over as she gasped for breath. Holmes’ glittery outfit shimmered from the lone windows light and her grin melted off her face.

Charlotte Holmes in all her impassive face, was back.

“Did you find anything?” Holmes asked me as she tugged on the bottom of her mini skirt. I blinked at her, momentarily distracted.

“Uh no.” I said crossing my arms. Holmes sighed and started to look around the room. Y/N caught her breath and stood back up smiling smaller now.

“Should’ve seen us Jamie—” Y/N was cut off by footsteps and voices echoing from the hallway.

“Hey who turned on the lights in the back room?” It said and the footsteps started becoming louder. I looked at Holmes in alarm and she looked back momentarily frozen.

Y/N looked around frantically and decided jumping out the damn window was the best option. With little time to waste she yanked it open and dived into the alleyway. I winced as I heard a small yelp from her.

Holmes and I looked at one another as we scrambled to follow her and with only seconds to spare we both leaped out the window as well.

I crashed to the pavement and groaned as I landed flat on my back. Holmes has rolled as soon as she hit the ground and stood gracefully afterwards.

“Took you guys long enough.” Y/N smirked resting against the wall in the grimy alleyway. I sat up and shoved her and she responded with a delighted laugh. She cradled her wrist and Holmes looked down at it.

“You most definitely sprained that.” She said making Y/N shrug. I shook my head and moved to sit across from them against the opposite wall.

“Gotta admit it looked cool though.” Y/N said with a grin. Holmes and I shook our heads at her eccentricity.

Holmes crouched on the pavement with a small magnifying glass in her hands. Y/N leaned against the brick looking casually down at her phone. I knew better than to assume she was scrolling through Instagram. With a few almost bored taps, she disabled the security cameras facing the alleyway.

“Watson what do you make of this?” Holmes asked her voice completely calm for someone who just vallied out a window. I sighed and looked to where she was pointing. The loading dock at the back of the piano bar was clipped shut. Pink hazy graffiti covered it in what I can only assume was a flamingo. A thin line of red paint was hastily painted over an awful path of rust.

“Someone tried to fix their rusting problem and then made a flamingo?” I said completely not trying to be helpful. Y/N smirked down at her phone and before cocking her head at the wall.

“Ohh, I thought it was a weird melted bright pink gun.” She said crossing her arms. She grinned while looking back at me. “This is why you’re the right hand man.”

Holmes looked between us with a deadpan expression. She cleared her throat and turned back to the wall.

“The oxidation down here was covered by the red paint. This red paint is the same pigment and, I suspect, the same used in Watson’s dorm.” Holmes said standing quickly and started rummaging through her Hailey bag. Y/N crossed her arms.

“So? It’s covering a line of rust not a secret door.” She said looking at me with her eyebrows furrowed. I shrugged my shoulders and looked at Holmes to elaborate. She stopped searching through her bag and with a wince pulled out a pocket knife.

“Let’s look at what’s underneath.” Tossing the bag to the ground, she pulled the knife open and started scratching at the paint carefully. After a few silent minutes she brushed away the paint dust to reveal a decent sized hole in the wall.

She blew more paint away to reveal braille above the opening.

Y/N laughed as she knelt down to look at it. With careful fingers she ran her hand over the metal braille on the top of it. The braille very closely resembled the one carved into the underside of my desk.

I looked closer and ran my fingers over it too. Holmes sighed and took out her phone to take pictures of it.

“I wonder.” Holmes mumbled to herself and started to reach into the hole in the wall. I couldn’t help but grimace as I thought of all the disgusting things that could be in it.

Holmes’ posture stiffened as she pulled out a gun wrapped in a plastic bag. The three of us stared at it in shock.

“If I didn’t know any better I’d say there's some kind of controversy going on.” Y/N laughed out before wincing and cradling her wrist again.

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theadventuresofjamiewatson · 8 years ago

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The Present (Wedding 1/3)

A TAJWASH Story by Shannen Michaelsen

Happy Valentine’s Day! I was going to wait and post this at a reasonable hour but here we are.

Sherlock didn’t get Eliza a bridal shower present.

Which was fine. Like, totally fine. Like, who even cares about presents, right? She didn’t get Violet a present either. Violet wasn’t technically getting married, but she was part of the ceremony and besides, Violet didn’t want presents. Violet didn’t even want a bridal shower, so it made sense why Sherlock wouldn’t get her a present, but why didn’t she get Eliza a present?

It probably meant nothing. She’s Sherlock! She’s not even that good at picking out presents.

Besides, she would probably get her a present for the wedding. Or the bachelorette party. Or both! That’s two presents to look forward to.

Eliza had asked Jamie, “She’s going to get me—I mean, all of us a present for the wedding, right?”

“Uhhhh,” Jamie had said.

Okay, so she crossed her fingers and waited for the bachelorette party.

They didn’t have a maid of honor or a best man, because Violet would be standing next to them both for the ceremony. So Wendy and Jamie were in charge of planning the bachelorette party, and John’s friend Frank was in charge of the bachelor party.

Which of course meant Eliza tried to plan them both.

“Remember,” she had told Wendy and Jamie, “homemade cake. And I don’t want any of that gross penis jewelry or whatever it is they have for bachelorette parties. And no drinking—I know, I know, but it’s the night before the wedding and I don’t want to get hungover…okay, one drink each! And let’s just play some party games and watch a movie. We can play that game where we see which one of you guys knows me and Violet the best! And Sherlock can’t play this time, since she beat my mom at the bridal shower and that made her upset. And then we’ll open presents!”

“Presents?” Wendy had said. “Are there usually presents at a bachelorette party?”

“Well why wouldn’t there be?” Eliza said. “Oh! And the most important rule. No boys.”

“No boys,” Jamie repeated.

“It’s a bachelorette party,” Eliza said. “No boys.”

“What about Stanley?” Jamie asked.

“He’s a boy!” Eliza said.

“But he’s our friend—”

“He can go to John’s party.”

“Okay but Wiggins is allowed, right?” Jamie asked.

“Is Wiggins a boy?”

“No—”

“Then Wiggins is allowed! I just said no boys.”

“What about a stripper?” Wendy asked.

“I wouldn’t object, but Violet would.”

“Fine, no male strippers—”

“No female strippers either!”

“Fine, no strippers, no boys,” Wendy said. “I’m okay with that.”

Eliza went to Frank the next day. She let herself into his apartment because John used to live there and she still had a key. Frank had been sitting in the arm chair, staring at the door, as though he had been expecting her.

Before she could even speak, he held up a hand and said, “Say no more, Lizzie McGuire. I know what I’m doing.”

“You don’t, Frank,” she said. “You really don’t.”

“I do,” he said.

“Then what are you doing for the bachelor party?” she asked.

“Nerf gun fight.”

She thought about this.

“Acceptable,” she said.

“And of course, the strippers will accompany us to the Nerf fight—”

“No!” she said and grabbed the front of Frank’s shirt. “No strippers. If I don’t get a stripper, neither does he.”

“I got you, girl,” he said. “No strippers. Done deal.”

“Unless, like, it’s a dinosaur stripper, that would be funny, but I don’t think you’re going to find one of those.”

“I would hope not.”

She let go of him. “And you have to invite Stanley.”

“Who?”

“Exactly,” she said. “Small boy, very loud. Good friends with John.”

“All right, he’s in,” Frank said.

“Also!” she said. “Do not Nerf fight in Moor Gate Park. Because that park will chew you up and spit you back out. Although honestly, I wouldn’t be sad if it did, Frank Lin.”

“Where has all this animosity been hiding, Liz?” Frank said.

“In the closet where I’ll be hiding your body if you mess this up.”

“Whoa.” He held up his hands. “Okay. No strippers, yes dinosaurs, I’ll invite the small boy, and no Moor Gate Park. Am I missing anything?”

“Cake—”

“There will be cake and it will be good,” he said. “I promise.”

She could trust no one.

The boys claimed John and Eliza’s apartment as their home base, which was fine because the Watson-Wiggins-Hooper-Holmes townhouse had more space for a sleepover anyway. The bachelorettes were: Eliza, Violet, Jamie, Wendy, Sherlock, Wiggins, Charlotte Parker, Laura Lyons, and Alice Beech.

The festivities began at seven o’clock sharp.

Jamie and Wendy had taken the games suggestion to heart and there were piles of tabletop games in the living room. They played Twister, which Violet was the best at. The played Cards Against Humanity, and every time Wendy lost, she insisted they play again, until they were six rounds in, and she finally threw in the towel when Wiggins won for the third time in a row. They played some game called One Night Ultimate Werewolf and had to give up after four rounds, all of which Sherlock won. They played an interesting version of Uno which was also a drinking game, led by Charlotte, and Eliza suspected it was just her way of getting around the one drink rule.

Eventually, they were all curled up on the couch and floor, watching a romcom that Eliza did not pay attention to because she was too busy thinking about how John’s bachelor party was going. She laid with her head in Violet’s lap and stared up at the ceiling.

“I should’ve made him a cake,” she said. “I can’t trust the boys to make him a cake. And even if they did, it wouldn’t be good. They wouldn’t think to shape it like a dinosaur, and they wouldn’t even be able to do that, I have the dinosaur cake pan and they didn’t ask to borrow it. Do they all know his favorite color is green? Are they going to theme everything correctly?”

“Frank knows his favorite color is green,” Violet said.

“Are you sure?” Eliza said quickly.

“Yeah, I told him,” Violet said. “And they wouldn’t want to make a dinosaur cake, you know how he can sometimes be about the idea of eating a dinosaur.”

“You’re right,” Eliza said. “He does freak out about weird things like that. He just gets so anxious sometimes…”

Violet looked down at her.

“He gets anxious?” she said.

“Um, yeah?” Eliza said. “What are you trying to say?”

“I’m saying you’re freaking out,” Violet said, running her hands through Eliza’s hair.

“Uh—psh—who—me? No!” Eliza said. “I have nothing to freak out about, excuse me. When are we opening presents?”

When the movie finished, they gathered around the coffee table, where everyone had piled the presents that Eliza had told them they did not need to bring, and Violet had told them they absolutely did need to bring or else Eliza would be disappointed. Wendy had knit them hats to go with the scarves she had given them at the bridal shower. Jamie’s name was also on this gift, even though Eliza knew she had nothing to do with it, but that was fine. Charlotte and Laura gave them an X-Files DVD boxset. Wiggins gave them a space-themed postcard set they had gotten discount at the Challenger Museum.

“So, uh, you can send us postcards from your honeymoon or whatever,” they said.

And Alice gave them a photo album that was full of pictures of all of the friends hanging out over the years.

“I got them all from Facebook,” she said, “I hope that’s okay.”

“Awww, look,” Violet said, pointing at a picture of her and Alice. “This is outside the courthouse after you won custody of Cooper!”

“Uh. Yeah,” Alice said.

And Sherlock got them nothing.

Which was fine. And Eliza wasn’t going to say anything. It was okay.

But then, Sherlock stood up in the center of the room, and cleared her throat.

“I know this is a bachelorette party and therefore very feminine coded,” she said.

“Yes, and I apologize for that,” Eliza said. “Go on.”

“I was hoping you wouldn’t mind if one man joined us,” Sherlock said.

Eliza narrowed her eyes and looked at Violet sitting next to her. Violet just shrugged. Eliza looked back at Sherlock.

“Is the man a stripper?” she asked.

“No.”

“Okay…is it Stanley?”

“No.”

“Good…is it you?”

“No.”

“Oh, then…is it John?”

“Eliza—”

“Fine, I’m out of guesses, who is it?”

There was a knock on the door.

Sherlock held up one finger, then left the room.

Eliza shot across the room to the window, sending tissue paper flying.

“Eliza, oh my god!” Wendy said, swatting some wrapping paper off of her. “What’s up?”

The others joined Eliza at the window and tried to see who was standing in the doorway, talking to Sherlock.

There were two men, only one of whom was in their clear line of vision. He was wearing a suit and didn’t appear to be talking.

“FBI?” Violet said. “CIA? NSA? Secret service?”

“Why would the secret service be here?” Laura said. “Do you think the president is visiting?”

“I hope not, but either way, we should probably go—”

“No, no, Vi, wait,” Eliza said, grabbing Violet’s arm so she wouldn’t escape out the back door.

The man in the suit turned around to face the street and the light from the front hallway vanished as the other man entered and the front door closed.

“They’re coming!” Alice said.

“Everyone act normal!” Violet said.

Violet dove under the coffee table, dragging Wiggins down with her. Alice sat on the table and grabbed the photo album, as though she was looking at it. Charlotte and Laura dropped onto the love seat. Jamie lounged across the couch. But Eliza stood in place by the window, Wendy standing right behind her. They all stared at the doorway.

Sherlock entered, and immediately narrowed her eyes at the scene before her. She looked at Violet and Wiggins under the table.

“Subtle,” she said.

“What agent have you brought into our home?” Violet asked.

“Not your home,” Wendy said.

“What agent have you brought into our home?” Wiggins asked, smirking.

Sherlock rolled her eyes and stepped aside.

Arthur Selden slowly peeked around the corner. Then he stepped into full view.

“Sorry I’m late,” he said.

“Art!” Eliza yelled.

“Hey, Lizzie!” he said.

Eliza flung her arms around her brother and he hugged her back.

“Never say I didn’t get you a present,” Sherlock said.

“Oh my god!” Eliza said. She let go of Arthur to throw her arms around Sherlock, who stiffened.

“Whoa, dude,” Wiggins said, wriggling out from under the table. “I thought you were gone for good.”

“Wiggins!” Arthur said. “Come here.” He gave Wiggins a quick hug.

Alice closed the photo album. “Wait,” she said, “who’s Art?”

“Like, Arthur?” Charlotte asked. “Your brother? This is your brother?”

“Yeah!” Eliza said, spinning around. “Everyone, this is Arthur! Arthur, this is everyone!”

“Nice to meet you,” he said, awkwardly waving his hand.

“Hold on, then who’s the guy outside?” Laura asked.

“Oh, uh, that’s my handler,” he said.

“Handler?” Laura repeated. But she didn’t get a chance to ask more questions before Violet had popped out from under the table and pointed an accusing finger at Arthur.

“How do we know it’s the real Arthur?” Violet said. “They make excellent clones these days.”

“It’s really me, Violet,” Arthur said. “And it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Even if you are real,” she continued, “how do we know you’re not a spy?”

“I am a spy.”

Violet was taken aback by this confession. Nobody had ever admitted to such a thing. She looked around the room and everyone looked back at her with confused and surprised expressions.

“Wait, did you not realize that?” Arthur asked. “Eliza, have you not told them?’

“Well, I didn’t know what was a secret and what wasn’t,” she said. “And it’s kind of hard to explain that your brother was arrested for trying to sell government secrets…”

“I’ve got this thing—” He pulled his pant leg up a bit and they could see an ankle bracelet. “—but I’m working with Ms. Holmes’ department now.”

“Please don’t call my sister Ms. Holmes,” Sherlock said. “But yes, Mr. Selden carried out his sentence and rehabilitation and is now working with the…government.” She said government like it was a particularly nasty word.

“You know, like Frank Abagnale Jr.,” Arthur said, grinning.

“You’re not that cool, Art,” Eliza said.

“I am so that cool!” he said.

“So the guy outside is here to make sure you don’t run away?” Laura asked incredulously.

“Wow,” Wendy said, “so Violet was actually right when she thought he was a government agent.”

“I’m always right about these things, Wendy,” Violet said.

Wendy and Jamie exchanged amused looks.

“You really haven’t told them anything?” Arthur muttered to Eliza.

“Nope,” Eliza said. “Let me introduce you to each of them!”

She grabbed his arm and pulled him to each person.

“You know Wiggins—”

“I do. Hi again.”

“And Violet. We’re getting married.”

“Yes.”

“That’s Jamie, we used to be roommates. She’s a famous vlogger.”

“No,” Jamie said. “I’m not—”

“And that’s Wendy! She and Jamie are dating. She made Vi and I these hats. And that’s Charlotte!”

“I remember Charlotte. The hound, right?”

“Right! And Laura, too. They’re also dating. And Alice!”

“Nice to meet you, Alice.”

“She and Violet are friends. And Sherlock! You know Sherlock.”

“Yes, she arrested me.”

Sherlock shrugged.

“It happens,” she said.

“Oh, I’m so glad you’re here!” Eliza said, hugging her brother again.

“And you didn’t want any boys at this party,” Jamie said.

“Oh, that reminds me,” Arthur said, sitting on the table. “I actually had a mission tonight.”

“I knew it!” Violet said, pointing another accusatory finger. “He’s a spy.”

“I already told you, I am a spy,” Arthur said. He pulled out his phone and Eliza sat next to him. “My mission was to check up on someone for you.”

He opened the photos and Eliza’s smile grew wider (if that was possible) as Arthur showed her pictures from John’s bachelor party.

“This is why I was late,” he said.

“I knew you would be obsessing about how John’s party went,” Sherlock said. “So I sent Mr. Selden over there to make sure things went well.”

“I think it would’ve gone fine without me,” Arthur said. They all leaned in to look at a picture of John sitting in a tree, a Nerf gun in his hands, and a focused look on his face.

“Aww,” Eliza and Violet said at the same time.

“Did he win?” Eliza asked. “Everyone let him win, right?”

“Yeah, he won,” Arthur said.

“Good,” Eliza said. “But wait, you were playing in the woods? What woods?”

“Not Moor Gate Park!”

They all let out a sigh of relief.

“Well, it looks like it was fun,” Eliza said. “Are you…are you going to be at the wedding?”

Arthur’s smile faded and he looked up at Sherlock for an answer. Sherlock tapped her foot and looked at the floor.

“Big place, lots of people,” she said, “very easy to lose track of someone.”

“I’m not going to run away,” Arthur said.

Sherlock gave him a look that made it clear she did not believe him.

“Right,” she said. “Well…maybe I can swing something…get you to the wedding, but not the reception…of course, if you were to run and you simply…went to the reception…I doubt there would be major ramifications.”

Arthur smiled and Eliza squealed. “Thank you, Sherlock.”

“Of course, I know how to get that anklet off without raising alarms,” Violet said.

“No, you don’t,” Sherlock said.

“You don’t know me!” Violet said.

They decided to play one more board game before going to bed, even though it was well past midnight. After much debate, they settled on “a quick game of Clue,” as Wiggins put it, though they were smiling in a slightly scary way. Eliza should have known that Clue was not a good idea, but she was too happy about her brother’s presence, about her wedding in the morning, and about her wonderful presents, to think about how a game of Clue might go with present company.

They never did finish the game. Though, when Eliza was curling up on the air mattress next to Violet a few hours later, she could hear Sherlock and Arthur at the front door, arguing over why exactly one would choose a lead pipe as their murder weapon if a revolver was available. It was Wendy who finally kicked Arthur out and Jamie who got Sherlock to shut up.

But just before she fell asleep, Eliza heard Sherlock, ascending the stairs to her bedroom, say, “Good night.”

“Good night,” Eliza whispered, to nobody in particular, as Sherlock was already gone. She looked at the living room full of friends, smiled, and said, “Thank you.”

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