Later that night, he asked me to join him at dinner. He said that John would be there, so it wouldn't feel like a date. I agreed that dinner would be nice. He led me to the front door, and guided me to the nearest clothing store. I grabbed a cabbie's attention and headed in the direction of which I was pointed in. The cabbie stopped in front of The Hackney Shop. I paid the cabbie and started my way into the store.
The cashier said that the lime top that I had in my hand matched my skin tone, so I tried it on. I put a white, lacey cardigan over it and tried some black skinny jeans on. The outfit looked fine, except for the fact that I didn't have matching shoes. I tried on everything, from riding boots to Greek sandals. The cashier finally decided to help me by grabbing a white pair of flats from the back room. I tried them on. Perfect fit. I bought the outfit and headed my way back to 221B.
When I entered the house, I saw a shadowed figure standing in the doorway to Sherlock's flat. "Excuse me," I whispered politely as I pushed past him. Mycroft. Mycroft Holmes. He was the head of all security in London. He was Sherlock's brother. He told Sherlock to make a decision. I wondered what he was talking about. "Iris," John said, he must have recognized me from the paper. I greeted him as I entered the doorway. I saw disgust on John's face. He must hate me for making Sherlock appear as the bad guy.
I entered the room Sherlock requested I stay in. I set my new clothes on the bed and started to undress. I removed my tanktop and replaced it with another one. I walked over to the dresser where I kept my hair waver. I started doing my hair and make up when I heard a knock at the door. "Iris, can I come in?" a voice said. I let them enter. Mycroft, once again, stumbled in. I knew I recognized that voice from earlier.
"Listen, Sherlock is a dangerous man. He will tear you down to analyze your every move. He will turn you into a case rather than a date," he started,"Just watch out for him. Don't let him hurt you." Mycroft left a note on my desk and exited the room. I started reading the letter.