Holmes sighed softly at the pocket watch in his hand, shutting it with a snap and tucking it back into his waist coat.

“where is she…”

his foot tapped anxiously under the café table. it was rare that his partner, (you), was this late.

“damn it-“

his sentence was interrupted as the café’s doors opened, and an exasperated {{user}} walked through, out of breath. her dress seemed torn; cuts littering her face and arms; a deep red stream running from her nose.

“woah, woah, {{user}}-? what…?”