The Shadow (on hold)

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Lestrade says, "I'm sorry, I wasn't implying you are."

I pull back, wet faced. "Oh right." John still rubs my back.

John asks, "you alright?" I nod.

*

We get Sherlock home and into bed. I stay with him for a moment. I play with his hair and he sighs, "oh why do you have to be so cute?"

I lean down and kiss him on the lips before walking out and back to my flat.

*

It's ten to 8 and I'm ready. I have a red, short (and I mean really short) dress that also has a split on one side as well as red flats because I don't wear heels, ever. I also have some make up on. My hair is down and wavey.

The door opens as I finish putting my earrings in. It's Seb. "Whoa, going all out to impress my boss."

"Of course but also for the event. I am the best at what I do."

"My boss would disagree."

"Where is the boss?" Grabbing my bag.

"Waiting in the car, didn't want one of the other two to see him."

"That's new." I lock up and walk down the stairs with him following. I get into a black car to find James wearing a very expensive suit. "Why do you have to be so hot?"

He laughs belfry looking me up and down. He gulps slightly before passing me a bag. I open it to fins a beautiful red mask. I look at him, "it's a masked ball."

"Aren't you going to wear one?"

"No."

"Because you want them all to know whose with the hottest girl there."

He chuckles. "They all know me and it's fun to see their expressions. Most will copy me and take their masks off but you will keep yours on."

"Yep, I'm called the shadow for a reason."

We pull up and Seb opens the door for me, helping me up. Were at the Ritz. James holds out his arm. He leans over and whispers, "don't forget to me by the right name."

"Of course Mr Moriarty." I wink and we walk in and to the correct room. As the doors open, the entire hall goes quiet. I smirk and kiss his cheeks. He smirks back and we walk through, he was correct in the idea that people would copy him. We stand to one side. "Get us a drink love." He chuckles and moves away. Seb is with him.

A group of three women and two men come over. They bombard me with questions. I say, "you don't know who I am and you won't. I advise you not to try."