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Mary had decided that morning that the weather woman was downright hateful. She had managed to dress for work and the predicted weather, only to find herself running through the citywide puddle that was simply called 'Rainy day London.' Her hair and make up were ruined, and Mary stood, teeth chattering in the rain, attempting and failing to hail a proper cab.

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We Have a Guest || Open

"Sherlock!" Joan called from the entry way, her tone half-exasperated; she wondered if he could hear her over the blaring over his twelve televisions. He paused them, regardless of his personal annoyance, when he heard a curious edge to her tone. "You have a guest!" She called out again, attempting to coax him down from his perch in the living room. "I have to leave - I'm going to be late for my appointment," She said finally after receiving no response.

He sighed and rolled his eyes; she was such as stickler for time, and being on time. She had yet to see the merit of being a little late. "I'll be right down. Watson, feel free to leave; I'm sure I can handle our guest without you."

He heard her apologize for his rude behavior before leaving, the door clicking shut behind her. He frowned; where had he put his shirt? "I'll be right down," He shouted again, searching behind various electrical appliances for the missing piece of clothing. "In the mean time, why don't you tell me what I can help you with?"

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The walk was long – she had barely managed to convince one of her father's chauffeurs to accompany her, to escort her to the street she needed to be on. Alexis tugged her coat tight around her waist and prayed that she wouldn't be seen by anyone just yet, and she kept her head down as she moved. It was a chilly day in London, she managed to note absently, barely caring.

It was, regardless of comfort, one of her only shots at really being free.

So she made her way to his door, clutching the small, battered sheet of paper in her hand as she knocked. He had to be in – she needed his help, needed him; he might be the only one who might be able to move around her father, especially if he really was Holmes' friend. Or had once been.

When the door came open, she barely faltered before she spoke. What was there to lose?

"I'm Alexis Moran-Moriarty," she said clearly, her eyes unwavering. "And I need your assistance."

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Well, this is... shocking. I cannot help but feel a little responsible.

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((bedtime for me, sorry))

((Tired as hell. Gah. Dunno what's wrong with me lately, just get so tired >.> It's only 2:30 am, usually I don't go to bed until about 5.. or even 8am sometimes. Gawd. Anyway, replies are in drafts, will reply in the morning. You know the drill.

Still have to do starter for consultingcriminalwatson, will be done for tomorrow <3))

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