Becoming Professor Moriarty’s Probability

"I knew you'd do something like this." After surveying the Professor's mansion for some time Charlotte returned to the lobby, only to witness Adler and Lestrade standing near the doorway. A scornful look flashed in her eyes as she gazed at the duo before she said,

"Well, at least you didn’t kill him. The inspector must have held back quite a bit."

Lestrade's police uniform was torn and tattered, loosely hanging off her body. Meanwhile, her face was redder than a ripe tomato, highlighting her shame and embarrassment.

As if that wasn’t enough already, the red handprint on Adler’s face was a dead giveaway of what had transpired between the two.

"It was my first time..."

"..."

"It was my first time, dammit..."

Charlotte smirked, almost mockingly, bowing her head to hide her expression. Lestade, on the other hand, continued her mumbling in a whispery note, barely audible.

"I agreed to accept your affection, but... not like this... I never wanted it like this."