The Doctors Ahlefeldt

Holy hell this is brilliant.

I need this.

I’m sick

We all know what happened. This is fucked. Cold blooded murder!

Everyday this is getting more and more fucked up and disgusting

this. 

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“Then why not now? That’s what I keep thinking about.”

He watches her, “I don’t know if I’ll be around. Can you manage on your own?”

“I-…I’m not quite sure. Sherlock isn’t much of a people person.”

“The choice is ultimately yours.”

“Then I’m keeping it.” She said, lifting her head up.

He nods, “very well.” 

Drinks?

He smiled swiftly, then followed, “sounds promising. Shouldn’t really have drank on an empty stomach.”

"Don’t fret. The food here is wonderful. Their carpaccio has to be tasted to be believed." Rina handed Matthew the menu, kicking off her shoes. She padded over to one of the sofas flanking the glass coffee table and stretched out on it.

He took it and opened it up, wandering over to join her on the couch - at the other end - while reading it over. 

Rina sat up and leaned against the back of the sofa. “Seen anything that takes your fancy?” She asked, tracing a finger over the fabric’s brocade pattern. 

“No,” Matthew slowly put down the menu and leaned back also, watching the woman across the way from him with weary eyes. 

Drinks?

He smiled swiftly, then followed, “sounds promising. Shouldn’t really have drank on an empty stomach.”

"Don’t fret. The food here is wonderful. Their carpaccio has to be tasted to be believed." Rina handed Matthew the menu, kicking off her shoes. She padded over to one of the sofas flanking the glass coffee table and stretched out on it.

He took it and opened it up, wandering over to join her on the couch - at the other end - while reading it over. 

Drinks?

Matthew smiled dryly, “I’ll keep a mental note.” He looked at the suite name and wondered what he had gotten himself in to.

Rina opened the door to reveal the living area of the luxury suite. In the far-right corner, an archway led to the bedroom and en suite. “Come, now. Let’s get the room service menu. Far more enjoyable than sitting downstairs in the bar with those ghastly people.”

He smiled swiftly, then followed, "sounds promising. Shouldn't really have drank on an empty stomach."

"Then why not now? That’s what I keep thinking about."

He watches her, “I don’t know if I’ll be around. Can you manage on your own?”

"I-...I'm not quite sure. Sherlock isn't much of a people person."

"The choice is ultimately yours."

Drinks?

"I inherited my grandfather’s house when he died. Been there ever since." He looked around at where he was. 

"Sounds delightful. you’ll have to show me one day… It’s not far, now." Rina led Matthew down a wide corridor, finally stopping. Instead of a number, the words 'Amber Suite' adorned the thick, wooden door. Rina produced a key-card and gave a smile. “My humble abode.”

Matthew smiled dryly, "I'll keep a mental note." He looked at the suite name and wondered what he had gotten himself in to.

Drinks?

"But really," she smiled. "The notion of settling down just makes me nauseous. I’d rather live like this." The lift stopped and opened its doors, and Rina gestured for her companion to leave before her.

"I see. I don’t have that problem in terms of housing." He slid out the lift before her.

The lift closed behind the pair just after Rina stepped out. “Oh? Well, now. Tell me all about it.”

"I inherited my grandfather's house when he died. Been there ever since." He looked around at where he was. 

They contemplated letting go of the pilot, but instead the co-pilot refused & muscled through despite the freezing temperatures and the extreme danger to the rest of the airplane and managed to land. The pilot being sucked out the window was back to work a couple of weeks later. The whole story reads like something out of a movie.