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captainktkirk asked: I give him the address of a small cafe a few blocks away from the estate. "Would 6:55 suit you?" I ask him.

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”Indeed it would.” I replied, slipping my hands into my pockets. ”I’ll see you later,then.” I turned to leave, giving her a small nod.

I smile and turn to walk down the street. He was definitely as brilliant as everyone claimed, but I didn’t see why people called him a freak or psychopath.

I got myself home, and walked straight to Mrs.Hudson’s door. I knocked once. ”Food.” Then, I made my way upstairs, yawning a little.

I finally return to my flat . As I fix my hair, I pull out my laptop to research human trafficking out of London and Rome. After I straighten my caramel hair, I finally found a hit.

After not eating, although I was rather hungry and went to make myself a bit more presentable. It was quiet in the house. Just a ticking clock. I hated it.

I drape a blazer over my shoulder after pulling on a floral dress. This web quest had led me to a busted human trafficking ring. Not just in prostitution but in African slavery in mines and Asian mass production.

I was ready too soon and now there was waiting. And boredom. Dear God, so much waiting.

I focused on the ones that had targets in London, Rome, and Somalia. “Brilliant.” I murmured as I pulled on flats. I was forwarding these facts to myself when I saw I had an unopened email. It was a threat. I mark the item as unread. 6:25, I should get going…

I eagerly pulled myself out of my armchair and started towards our place of meeting. It was cold out now and I turned my collar up against the wind as I walked through the familiar streets.

I duck into the cafe a few minutes early and grab a coffee. I was a little unnerved from the threat, but all the same. I sat at a table in the window and await the detective’s arrival.

When I arrived, I gave her a quick look-over before sitting next to her. I slipped in, unnoticed, until I spoke. ”What happened? Something’s happened.”

I almost jump at his words. “Oh, hello.” I push a strand of hair behind my ear. “I found some hits on the human exploitation theory… And you were right about the photographs.” I look down into my dark coffee, as I admit my fault.

I refrained from calling her some sort of word along the lines of ”idiot”. ”But, that’s not all that’s happened.” I eyed her, leaning casually back in the chair I had occupied. ”What is it?”

"I’ve already gotten a threat.
Which means, they have working systems in the office. They know we’re investiating. This is a billion dollar business and they aren’t going to has two Londoners shut it down. We have to work fast.” I explain.

I sighed a little. ”Well, that’s inconvenient.” I looked at her, then down to the small table. ”Do you want me to call in protection for yourself?”

”Anyone?” 

”Bored.”

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captainktkirk asked: I give him the address of a small cafe a few blocks away from the estate. "Would 6:55 suit you?" I ask him.

cliffhangersandcheekbones:

askmrholmes:

cliffhangersandcheekbones:

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”Indeed it would.” I replied, slipping my hands into my pockets. ”I’ll see you later,then.” I turned to leave, giving her a small nod.

I smile and turn to walk down the street. He was definitely as brilliant as everyone claimed, but I didn’t see why people called him a freak or psychopath.

I got myself home, and walked straight to Mrs.Hudson’s door. I knocked once. ”Food.” Then, I made my way upstairs, yawning a little.

I finally return to my flat . As I fix my hair, I pull out my laptop to research human trafficking out of London and Rome. After I straighten my caramel hair, I finally found a hit.

After not eating, although I was rather hungry and went to make myself a bit more presentable. It was quiet in the house. Just a ticking clock. I hated it.

I drape a blazer over my shoulder after pulling on a floral dress. This web quest had led me to a busted human trafficking ring. Not just in prostitution but in African slavery in mines and Asian mass production.

I was ready too soon and now there was waiting. And boredom. Dear God, so much waiting.

I focused on the ones that had targets in London, Rome, and Somalia. “Brilliant.” I murmured as I pulled on flats. I was forwarding these facts to myself when I saw I had an unopened email. It was a threat. I mark the item as unread. 6:25, I should get going…

I eagerly pulled myself out of my armchair and started towards our place of meeting. It was cold out now and I turned my collar up against the wind as I walked through the familiar streets.

I duck into the cafe a few minutes early and grab a coffee. I was a little unnerved from the threat, but all the same. I sat at a table in the window and await the detective’s arrival.

When I arrived, I gave her a quick look-over before sitting next to her. I slipped in, unnoticed, until I spoke. ”What happened? Something’s happened.”

I almost jump at his words. “Oh, hello.” I push a strand of hair behind my ear. “I found some hits on the human exploitation theory… And you were right about the photographs.” I look down into my dark coffee, as I admit my fault.

I refrained from calling her some sort of word along the lines of ”idiot”. ”But, that’s not all that’s happened.” I eyed her, leaning casually back in the chair I had occupied. ”What is it?”

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captainktkirk asked: I give him the address of a small cafe a few blocks away from the estate. "Would 6:55 suit you?" I ask him.

cliffhangersandcheekbones:

askmrholmes:

cliffhangersandcheekbones:

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”Indeed it would.” I replied, slipping my hands into my pockets. ”I’ll see you later,then.” I turned to leave, giving her a small nod.

I smile and turn to walk down the street. He was definitely as brilliant as everyone claimed, but I didn’t see why people called him a freak or psychopath.

I got myself home, and walked straight to Mrs.Hudson’s door. I knocked once. ”Food.” Then, I made my way upstairs, yawning a little.

I finally return to my flat . As I fix my hair, I pull out my laptop to research human trafficking out of London and Rome. After I straighten my caramel hair, I finally found a hit.

After not eating, although I was rather hungry and went to make myself a bit more presentable. It was quiet in the house. Just a ticking clock. I hated it.

I drape a blazer over my shoulder after pulling on a floral dress. This web quest had led me to a busted human trafficking ring. Not just in prostitution but in African slavery in mines and Asian mass production.

I was ready too soon and now there was waiting. And boredom. Dear God, so much waiting.

I focused on the ones that had targets in London, Rome, and Somalia. “Brilliant.” I murmured as I pulled on flats. I was forwarding these facts to myself when I saw I had an unopened email. It was a threat. I mark the item as unread. 6:25, I should get going…

I eagerly pulled myself out of my armchair and started towards our place of meeting. It was cold out now and I turned my collar up against the wind as I walked through the familiar streets.

I duck into the cafe a few minutes early and grab a coffee. I was a little unnerved from the threat, but all the same. I sat at a table in the window and await the detective’s arrival.

When I arrived, I gave her a quick look-over before sitting next to her. I slipped in, unnoticed, until I spoke. ”What happened? Something’s happened.”

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captainktkirk asked: I give him the address of a small cafe a few blocks away from the estate. "Would 6:55 suit you?" I ask him.

cliffhangersandcheekbones:

askmrholmes:

cliffhangersandcheekbones:

askmrholmes:

cliffhangersandcheekbones:

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”Indeed it would.” I replied, slipping my hands into my pockets. ”I’ll see you later,then.” I turned to leave, giving her a small nod.

I smile and turn to walk down the street. He was definitely as brilliant as everyone claimed, but I didn’t see why people called him a freak or psychopath.

I got myself home, and walked straight to Mrs.Hudson’s door. I knocked once. ”Food.” Then, I made my way upstairs, yawning a little.

I finally return to my flat . As I fix my hair, I pull out my laptop to research human trafficking out of London and Rome. After I straighten my caramel hair, I finally found a hit.

After not eating, although I was rather hungry and went to make myself a bit more presentable. It was quiet in the house. Just a ticking clock. I hated it.

I drape a blazer over my shoulder after pulling on a floral dress. This web quest had led me to a busted human trafficking ring. Not just in prostitution but in African slavery in mines and Asian mass production.

I was ready too soon and now there was waiting. And boredom. Dear God, so much waiting.

I focused on the ones that had targets in London, Rome, and Somalia. “Brilliant.” I murmured as I pulled on flats. I was forwarding these facts to myself when I saw I had an unopened email. It was a threat. I mark the item as unread. 6:25, I should get going…

I eagerly pulled myself out of my armchair and started towards our place of meeting. It was cold out now and I turned my collar up against the wind as I walked through the familiar streets.

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captainktkirk asked: I give him the address of a small cafe a few blocks away from the estate. "Would 6:55 suit you?" I ask him.

cliffhangersandcheekbones:

askmrholmes:

cliffhangersandcheekbones:

askmrholmes:

cliffhangersandcheekbones:

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”Indeed it would.” I replied, slipping my hands into my pockets. ”I’ll see you later,then.” I turned to leave, giving her a small nod.

I smile and turn to walk down the street. He was definitely as brilliant as everyone claimed, but I didn’t see why people called him a freak or psychopath.

I got myself home, and walked straight to Mrs.Hudson’s door. I knocked once. ”Food.” Then, I made my way upstairs, yawning a little.

I finally return to my flat . As I fix my hair, I pull out my laptop to research human trafficking out of London and Rome. After I straighten my caramel hair, I finally found a hit.

After not eating, although I was rather hungry and went to make myself a bit more presentable. It was quiet in the house. Just a ticking clock. I hated it.

I drape a blazer over my shoulder after pulling on a floral dress. This web quest had led me to a busted human trafficking ring. Not just in prostitution but in African slavery in mines and Asian mass production.

I was ready too soon and now there was waiting. And boredom. Dear God, so much waiting.

asker

captainktkirk asked: I give him the address of a small cafe a few blocks away from the estate. "Would 6:55 suit you?" I ask him.

cliffhangersandcheekbones:

askmrholmes:

cliffhangersandcheekbones:

askmrholmes:

”Indeed it would.” I replied, slipping my hands into my pockets. ”I’ll see you later,then.” I turned to leave, giving her a small nod.

I smile and turn to walk down the street. He was definitely as brilliant as everyone claimed, but I didn’t see why people called him a freak or psychopath.

I got myself home, and walked straight to Mrs.Hudson’s door. I knocked once. ”Food.” Then, I made my way upstairs, yawning a little.

I finally return to my flat . As I fix my hair, I pull out my laptop to research human trafficking out of London and Rome. After I straighten my caramel hair, I finally found a hit.

After not eating, although I was rather hungry and went to make myself a bit more presentable. It was quiet in the house. Just a ticking clock. I hated it.

asker

captainktkirk asked: I give him the address of a small cafe a few blocks away from the estate. "Would 6:55 suit you?" I ask him.

cliffhangersandcheekbones:

askmrholmes:

”Indeed it would.” I replied, slipping my hands into my pockets. ”I’ll see you later,then.” I turned to leave, giving her a small nod.

I smile and turn to walk down the street. He was definitely as brilliant as everyone claimed, but I didn’t see why people called him a freak or psychopath.

I got myself home, and walked straight to Mrs.Hudson’s door. I knocked once. ”Food.” Then, I made my way upstairs, yawning a little.

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captainktkirk asked: I give him the address of a small cafe a few blocks away from the estate. "Would 6:55 suit you?" I ask him.

”Indeed it would.” I replied, slipping my hands into my pockets. ”I’ll see you later,then.” I turned to leave, giving her a small nod.

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captainktkirk asked: I turn to the detective in shock, "What do you mean? What are you observing?" I step closer to the clothing. This was far deeper than I imagined.

cliffhangersandcheekbones:

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”Well, it’s obvious, isn’t it?” I looked at her….Apparently not. ”I’m under the impression these women were captured, and then sold. It would help, in a minor way, but it would help with the increase in disappearances in the last three years.”

"So human exploitation, like sex slavery and such?" I ask. I was impossibly confused and angry. "My aunt /has/ to have some knowledge of this." I try to say aloud, but end up muttering.

”…Where is your Aunt? Here or…on holiday? Somewhere…sort of far off? You might have been a bit surprised at her choice of location?”

"She just returned from Somalia. Fitting country for this kind of business. There was large amounts of money coming in from different, off-shore accounts I couldn’t trace." I explain. 

I nodded. It was making sense, but I still didn’t see the point of it. Why go through all this trouble? Why bother having an underground trading system. ”Tell me more about your Uncle’s death”

I turn to Sherlock, “Well, her was found under the Black Friars’ bridge, hung up by the rafter when the tide was out. His clothes were stuffed with brick shavings. It wasn’t a mugging-gone-wrong because he had over $15,000 in United States, English, and Italian currency. It was ruled a suicide. But, when the tide is in, it is impossibly easy to reach the rafters on a boat.”

I frowned a bit, then nodded. ”All right. Okay, fine, I can work off this.” I stepped us back into his ”office”, taking out my phone and tapping out some vital messages. ”You want to show me more places, yes?”

Colour floods my cheeks, “Well, the dinner, to snoop around the manor…. if you’d like.”

I eyed her up and down, then said without embarrassment or hesitation; ”And this is strictly business, yes?”

I regain my calm composure. “Trust me Mr. Holmes, if I was into you, you would know. And besides, it seems as you fancy someone else. Not even to mention, a DI has caught my attention. So yes, it’s completely business, with a bit of acting.” I place a hand on my hip.

I opened my mouth to respond, thrown by her comment towards me liking someone. No,no,no…She couldn’t possibly know. No one did. ”Okay.” I said, forcing myself to keep my voice pleasant. ”Okay.” I repeated.

I raise an eyebrow, “Are you okay?” I ask, walking towards the door.

”I’m okay.” I repeated the word, following her out until we reached a road. ”Should I change what I’m wearing, or is this okay?”

"Whatever you think will trick my relatives that we’d actually attend Madame Butterfly." I respond, rolling my eyes at the tradition. "I am, if that makes you feel any better."

”I’m in a casual suit already, I can attend most occasions in this. I’ll be fine.” I paused, then looked at her. ”Let’s go.”

"You won’t mind me nipping back to my flat then?" I ask, flagging down a cab.

”No, I may call back to my own flat as well. Small few errands to run. When and where shall I meet you later?”