TheNiteSiren
Virginal Temptress
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Lisa Darby was visiting a cousin in London, wishing the illustrious Sally a happy birthday. Usually her visits included a sneak peak at London’s finest since Sally was a copper. Lisa had grown up in America since her parents had moved there when she was 3 for business. Her cousin was aware of her blooming crush on the world’s only consulting detective and mercilessly picked on her for it. It was the family joke that Lisa lacked the viper like quality a lot of the women in their side of the family had. Everytime that blue-eyed menace came anywhere near her, she clammed up and pretended to ignore him. Engaging him in conversation usually ended in someone nearly punching him in the jaw. She gathered he had learned to dodge at an early age.
She had learned in an email about his demise and frankly, didn’t believe a word of it. Sherlock Holmes was too proud to commit suicide. That would be admitting he was human. It wasn’t until she came face to face with John that following month that she knew it was true. Lisa was slightly confused by what she felt about the man’s death. She had barely known him at all, maybe spoke a few times and that was scarce in her memory. There was something about him that was so different.
This visit had left her gloomy and thinking about her blue-eyed detective and what could have been a missed opportunity to know one of the greatest minds in Britain. “Hey, freak lover. Stop frowning. You’re gonna get that frown crease on your forehead, just like your mum.” Sally meant well but the barbs didn’t enflame her temper enough to snap her out of her funk. “Sorry, Sal. I need some fresh air.” Her cousin looked like she was about to say something but decided not to. Lisa donned her coat and wellsies, heading in the direction of Baker Street.
Lisa watched in the mid-afternoon light as people walked down the street, minding their own business when she came upon Sherlock’s flat. She wanted to be inside just one more time. For a legal secretary, Lisa had a rather dubious list of secret talents which included lock picking. It took no more than two minutes and she was inside the flat, climbing the stairs. Odd but it seemed like the place was a little messier than John would have left it and it looked almost like someone was staying there. Lisa jumped when she heard a noise, about to reach for her tazer when she caught the world’s only consult detective coming from the bathroom wrapped in a towel, black curls damp from an apparent shower. She knew it! “The last place anyone would look would be the most obvious.”
A little scheme began to brew in her brain as she blatantly stared at his body hungrily. Lisa expected that he might protest if she were to start singing for the press that he was indeed alive. She took out her phone, snapping a rather sexy pic of the man himself before he saw her, sending it to her cousin’s phone asking her to hold onto it for a while. The file was password protected so if she chose, she could let Sally in on this little plot or not. Lisa Darby, plain jane legal secretary for Sawyer & Bluff, had Sherlock Holmes just where she wanted him, just the way she wanted him. Naked.
She had learned in an email about his demise and frankly, didn’t believe a word of it. Sherlock Holmes was too proud to commit suicide. That would be admitting he was human. It wasn’t until she came face to face with John that following month that she knew it was true. Lisa was slightly confused by what she felt about the man’s death. She had barely known him at all, maybe spoke a few times and that was scarce in her memory. There was something about him that was so different.
This visit had left her gloomy and thinking about her blue-eyed detective and what could have been a missed opportunity to know one of the greatest minds in Britain. “Hey, freak lover. Stop frowning. You’re gonna get that frown crease on your forehead, just like your mum.” Sally meant well but the barbs didn’t enflame her temper enough to snap her out of her funk. “Sorry, Sal. I need some fresh air.” Her cousin looked like she was about to say something but decided not to. Lisa donned her coat and wellsies, heading in the direction of Baker Street.
Lisa watched in the mid-afternoon light as people walked down the street, minding their own business when she came upon Sherlock’s flat. She wanted to be inside just one more time. For a legal secretary, Lisa had a rather dubious list of secret talents which included lock picking. It took no more than two minutes and she was inside the flat, climbing the stairs. Odd but it seemed like the place was a little messier than John would have left it and it looked almost like someone was staying there. Lisa jumped when she heard a noise, about to reach for her tazer when she caught the world’s only consult detective coming from the bathroom wrapped in a towel, black curls damp from an apparent shower. She knew it! “The last place anyone would look would be the most obvious.”
A little scheme began to brew in her brain as she blatantly stared at his body hungrily. Lisa expected that he might protest if she were to start singing for the press that he was indeed alive. She took out her phone, snapping a rather sexy pic of the man himself before he saw her, sending it to her cousin’s phone asking her to hold onto it for a while. The file was password protected so if she chose, she could let Sally in on this little plot or not. Lisa Darby, plain jane legal secretary for Sawyer & Bluff, had Sherlock Holmes just where she wanted him, just the way she wanted him. Naked.
