Anonymous said: "Oh Come On You Look Cute." ((JHG))
3. A maid outfit
"I—I don’t know," Sherlock stammered, face beat red. "I mean, you wanted this…"
"Oh, er…the police took it, I dunno," the girl said with a shrug. "I found it in the woods, with dried blood in it, and they thought it was pretty weird I guess, so they took it to the station to be picked up by scientists or someone."
"I see." Jeremy was quiet for a moment, just glancing at Sherlock. They would have to go to the police station soon, preferably after dropping off the girl to their home. "Veronica, I think it would be a good idea to make a list of all that’s been different since you woke up in the forest, so that you won’t forget to mention anything to the doctor."
"Have you got any paper? I’ll get on that," Veronica sighed, picking at the side of her face absentmindedly.
"I’ll go to the police station, you handle this?" Sherlock suggested quietly, glancing over at his lover.
"Are you sure you’re okay by yourself, love?" Jeremy asked, glancing at Veronica through the rear-view mirror. "I’m used to…err, doing that kind of thing," he added, hoping Sherlock would understand that he meant trespassing and theft. At the girl’s question, he shrugged. "No, but I can lend you my phone if you want."
"I know, I did too," Sherlock answered, understanding exactly what Jeremy meant—but he’d both done it, and apprehended those who’d done it, so he knew exactly what would get him caught, and what wouldn’t—and what would show up on lab results. "But you know your doctor far better than I do."
At the offer, Veronica just shrugged; she could do it on hers, she’d just been being sarcastic, but taking Jeremy’s phone gave her the opportunity to be sure these people weren’t crazy, or kidnapping her. “Sure.” But after a bit of poking around, she’d seen some pictures she wished she hadn’t, read some texts that were mostly boring, normal conversations, and written up a list of how she had changed since coming back. “Here, it’s in your notes.”
"I guess you’re right, love," Jeremy murmured as he was pulling back in their yard, right at the door. "You can take the car or Cook’s bike—whichever you think is more practical." After taking his phone back, he stepped out and opened the door for Veronica. "This is our house—welcome! You can have my bedroom for the moment. The bed in the free guest bedroom is lacking its mattress."
"Car, probably," Sherlock decided, simply switching seats once Jeremy got out. "Alright, good luck love," he murmured, kissing Jeremy lightly before closing the car door.
Looking up at the big house in the woods, Veronica pulled the blanket around her thin shoulders. “I’ll be staying here, then?” she asked abruptly.