Natalie Wiggins.

- 𝘙𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯? - 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙒𝙞𝙜. - 𝘕𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵. → Sherlock Holmes’ Protégée

@JoanHW_MD She smiles at her reassurance that she would be there, the idea of having her there already lifting her spirits. Her smile falters a bit at her next question, though. “We, um… haven’t actually decided yet.”

@HisProtegee “I’ll be there.” She promises, watching as Natalie pours them both a drink. It might be tough but she could do it. There was a lot to get used to now, this was just one more thing. “When is the wedding?”

She’s at @HisProtegee’s door, knocking before taking a small step back. It had been so long since they’d seen each other but she was hoping that things would be the same.

@JoanHW_MD - anything, Joan…” she says softly, eventually turning around to pour them both a cup of tea now that the water had finally boiled.

@JoanHW_MD The subtle shift in her expression, although momentarily, did not go unnoticed by Natalie. She could imagine what was going through her mind, and she honestly didn’t blame her at all. “I’d love to have you there… but I understand if it’s too much for you. You don’t owe me -

@JoanHW_MD - you… That means a lot coming from you.” She says, giving her a genuine smile. “And it goes without saying that I want you at the wedding.”

@JoanHW_MD She lets out a soft chuckle at her reaction, noticing the movement of her hand as it comes up to play with the ring on her chain. She chooses not to comment on that, instead shrugging with a playful roll of her eyes. “Yes, alright… It is pretty serious.” She agrees. “Thank -

@JoanHW_MD - proposed, and I said yes.” She says, the diamond ring on her finger finally making sense.

@JoanHW_MD “I understand… Well, I’m here now, for what it’s worth.” She reassures her. Her brows raise when she inquires about her life, letting out a soft chuckle as she tries to think where to begin. “My life… Well, I’m still with James. We’re… sort of serious now, I guess. He -

Insomnia fucking sucks.

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What can I say? I’m just a girl. Good for you, though. I do not have the patience for that.

Mhm… And a few visits to the gym, judging by those biceps.

Well, I didn’t want to boost your ego too much… But yes.

@FoxyFiveOh “Mhm… although, I technically did find you already…” she points out, unable to hold back a smirk.

@HisProtegee "Mm. . . Well. If you ever want to tell me about these thoughts of yours then I think you know where to find me..."

In desperate need of some cuddles and a nap.

… Is Moriarty running a model agency or something?

@FoxyFiveOh She chuckles at her response, nodding slowly. “It makes sense… Isn’t it enough that I was thinking about you?” She asks softly, raising a brow.

@HisProtegee "I'm not so sure that you were just wondering how I was doing. . ." A shrug. "I suppose suspicion comes easy to a gir like me..."

@PermanentVirus What a rebel. Next you’ll tell me you eat cereal for dinner.

@HisProtegee I don't have a bed time.

Is currently refusing to sleep out of spite.

@FoxyFiveOh She raises a brow at her expression, clearly curious as to what was going through her mind. “A penny for your thoughts.”

@HisProtegee "Mm. . ." She rubbed at her chin. "I see..." Colour her skeptical.

@JoanHW_MD - brows. “I’m sorry I couldn’t be there for you.” She says quietly, suddenly sensing a pang of guilt that Joan felt that she couldn’t come to her while she had been going through all this.

@JoanHW_MD Natalie was clearly surprised with all this new information, certainly not expecting to hear something like that. She stays silent for a few moments, taking it all in before nodding slowly. “That’s a lot of changes since the last time I saw you.” She points out, raising her -