Hello! This is an Adlock fic. It's a work in progress. Rated M for possibly later chapters. I thought I'd share what I have for now. Hope you enjoy it :)

A gentle afternoon breeze blew through the narrow streets, lapping at the red ribbons atop her black sun hat. She sat with shapely legs crossed at the little iron table, set up on the patio of the local restaurant. Her black stilettos with characteristic red undertone still adorned her feet with dignity.

A short, middle-aged but formally dressed waiter approached her. His name tag read Jacques. "Un journal, mademoiselle?"

She looked up from her coffee; large dark sunglasses shielding her face. Her crimson lips parted to form a Merci as she accepted the newspaper with a friendly smile.

She smoothed out its creases as she outstretched it before her. The headlines were written in French, but she had adapted enough to comprehend their meanings. The woman paused to look to the sky where the sun began to cower behind a gloomy cloud gliding in from the North. As she returned her eyes back to the newspaper, a small picture caught her attention. She instantly recognized the land mark. It was Saint Bartholomew's Hospital and the title translated to: London's Prime Detective Commits Suicide after Being Found a Fraud. Immediately a pit formed within the woman's stomach as her heart sank within her. The paper trembled in her unsteady hands. From behind her sunglasses she stared aimlessly at the article before her. She raised one hand to her mouth, seemingly trying to steady the thoughts of disbelief that raced through her mind.

The wind began to pick up as the sky darkened. The birds took cover within the stone crevices of the little village's buildings. The terrace flowers grew restless in their window pots. The usually cheerful setting had taken on a rather gloomy form.

Hastily she reached within her overcoat pocket retrieving a cell phone. Peeling off her sunglasses, she scrambled through the contact list, pausing over one in particular. With a deep breath the woman clicked upon it and spelled out the words: Goodbye, Sherlock. She stared at it for a moment longer before exhaling and hitting send. The woman squeezed her eyes shut as she clutched the phone tightly to her chest.

Ahhh