After going through an enormous amount of security, both you and Mycroft entered a room where Sherlock was being held.
He was sitting in a small room with a thick glass wall separating him from you and his brother. A small speaker allowed you to speak to him.
Seeing you enter the room, Sherlock instantly got up and stood in front of the glass wall, eyes focused on you, a remorseful look upon his face. You knew this separation was hard on both of you. Sherlock didn’t have many loved ones, and being forced away from the woman he loved more than anything was extremely painful for him.
You looked into his beautiful blue eyes and just gazed at him for a moment, taking pleasure in just being able to see him. The last time you had seen him was when you went with him and John to confront Magnussen. After shooting the blackmailer, Sherlock was led away by government officers. The last look you two had shared was when he was loaded into the helicopter, held back by John as you shouted and pleaded for him to let you go because you didn’t want Sherlock to be taken away from you.
“Sherlock,” you whispered.
“(name),” Sherlock whispered back.
You wished you could hold him, kiss him, touch him but all you could do was rest your hand against the glass. Sherlock pressed his hand exactly where yours was, trying to pretend that there wasn’t a glass barrier between the two of you.
“What are you doing here?” he asked, not removing his hand.
You forced a smile on your face as you said, “I had to see my fiancée, you silly man.”
Upon hearing the word fiancée, Sherlock’s face fell as he realized that he couldn’t marry you now. It upset you just to see that look. But hopefully you could change that.
“Sherlock, I want to marry you,” you stated.
Sherlock shook his head, saying, “There is no point anymore. I won’t see you after I’m sent away. It’s better if we broke it off so you can find someone else to make you happy.”
You gave a determined look and exclaimed, “I don’t want anyone else! I love you and I don’t need a big fancy ceremony to show it!”
Sherlock frowned in confusion at your outburst and replied, “I don’t understand.”
You smiled and said, “Sherlock, I don’t care if we don’t have a big ceremony celebrating our marriage. All that matters is you. That you and I will be married. That I can call you mine and you can call me yours. I’ll always be yours. No one can replace you. And if it’s possible, I want to marry you before you are sent away.”
Sherlock’s eyes widened and you continued, “We don’t need my entire family there, I don’t need to wear a fancy white dress or have a bunch of flowers and a reception. I can just wear my black jacket and jeans while some pastor just says, ‘man and wife.’ I just want you.”
To your surprise, Sherlock smiled one of his rare smiles and he said, “I think that’s a wonderful idea.” He had come to understand that once you decided on something, practically nothing could change your mind.
You smiled back and turned to look at Mycroft with a pleading look, asking, “Can you help us do this, Mycroft?”
The older Holmes’ eyes flicked back and forth between the two of you, the silence deafening. Finally he let out a single chuckle and said with a small smile, “I’ll see what I can do.”