Saturday came way faster than I had expected. Unfortunately for me.

Sebastian had delivered me a very fancy dress for the party. A red cocktail dress. Ew. Well it's not like I had a choice, I had to do this for Sherlock.

The day came, Juniper did my hair in an up-do worthy of the red carpet. And I did my makeup with a bold red lip. I also made sure to wear my mothers ring on my right hand. And just before Jim came to pick me up, I knocked on Fiona's door.

"What do you want?" She asked me grumpily.

"I actually need your help. May I come in?" I asked quietly.

She sighs heavily and opens the door dragging me into the room. She slams the door behind me.

"What is it?!" She says, unamused.

"I need to borrow some sort of concealable weapon." I say running my fingers through my hair.

"Oh?! Why?" She says shifting to a less defensive tone.

"I'm going on a date with Jim Moriarty." I say.

Her jaw dropped. Without a word she went over to her dresser and opened a secret drawer. she pulled out several items.

"These." She said. "Are knives that you can easily conceal in your hair as they are decorative."  She said before artfully concealing them in my mass of curls.

"This is a garter that can conceal a weapon. And here is the gun that goes with it. Now leave before I change my mind." She barked.

"Thanks Fiona." I say pulling her into a hug. She endures it then pulls away.

"I still don't like you." She states bluntly. 

"Okay." I said awkwardly leaving the room.

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Soon Jim knocked on the door and I went to get it. 

"Hello Angel you ready?" He smiles.

"Yes." I clip.

"Aren't you going to introduce me to your friends?" He smiled the smile not quite reaching his eyes.

"No." I say slamming the door behind me.

"Well that's rude Darling." Jim pouts.

"Let's get one thing Jim, I'm not your darling. I'm only doing this for Sherlock." I say in an un-amused tone.

"I see." Moriarty says darkly.

He opens the door and I get in.

We are silent as we pull away from the house.

"You do really look stunning. My dear~. I especially love what you did with your hair." He purrs.

"Thank you, it was very hard as I have such long thick hair." I say awkwardly.

"I've always wondered...Why do you keep it so long?" He asks.

"What my hair?" I ask.

He nods...

"Because... Mortimer said when I took over for him I would have to cut it. So if I were fighting my opponent would not be able to grab my hair. I've kept it just to spite him..." I chuckle.

"hmm." He replies.

Soon we pull up to the place the party is at. I thank my lucky stars that the ride wasn't longer. How can't Jim see that we have nothing in common. 

We exit the vehicle and are immediately swarmed by cameras. Richard gently takes my arm and links it through his.

"Mr Brooke who is your lady-friend!"

"Mr Brooke over here!" 

"Smile for the camera." The paparazzi berate us. 

We made it inside and Richard took my jacket.

We had been at the party for about half an hour when i noticed some guys who looked quite out of place. they were looking at a waiter who was approaching my and Richard's table.

"Would you like a drink sir?" The waiter asks nonchalantly. 

"Sure I wo-"Jim starts, but I cut him off.

"Let's dance darling." I smiled as the band started playing 'Por Una Cabessa'.

We get onto the floor and assume the tango position. As we glide across the room, I casually bring up the waiter.

"That waiter was going to poison you. he was wearing a Victorian mourning ring, they can contain a powder or something in it." I say through a fake smile.

"I see darling, then I assume you noticed the blond boulder over there?" he says conversationally.

"The blonde boulder and his friend tall dark and scary?" I giggle.

"Speak of the devil here he comes." Jim says quietly.

"TDS?" I smile.

"Yes." He replies.

"I'll occupy him you take out blondy. Oh, there are knives in my hair help yourself." I say quickly.

He dips me then takes out the knives.

"Good luck." He grins.

"You too." I smile.

"Do you mind if i cut in?" The man interrupts us.

"Oh of course not!" I say hands behind my back as I take out the gem in my mothers ring and turn it so the spike is concealed by my hand.

"See you later love." Richard smiles as he notes my concealed ring.

I smile at him in return.

"I must apologize, as I do not know the tango that well." The man says in his heavy Russian accent.

"That's alright I don't mind leading" I giggle. The man chuckles and as I go to place my arm around his neck I gently prick him with the poisoned ring. 

Now on a man this size the poison would take a bit to knock him out... So we dance, and as we do I note Jim going down a hallway with Blondy. Shoot. 

Before long TDS starts dancing slower and resting more heavily on me. I lead him behind a pillar and as he falls asleep I grab an empty champagne glass and stick it in his hand. Hopefully whoever finds him will just think he had one too many.

Now to go find Jim. He is probably in more trouble than I am...