This isn't really a season 3 AU. It's more of a HLV AU. It's season 3 but told from the point of view of Irene Adler. So nothing changes in Sherlock and John's point of view. The things that happened in the 3 episodes still happened. Except I added something for HLV. Please enjoy! :)

Sh*t!

The voices behind were coming closer. She took out her phone and dialed for the umpteenth time. She raised her it to her ear and looked around the carpeted hallways of the hotel. Not much options and definitely not the fire exit.

Beep beep beep...

She wanted to hurl her phone against the wall. Another curse rolled down her tongue. There was no time, she's got no one to pick her up. Actually she's got no one at all at the moment.

The voices grew louder. The elevator was also not an option. She ran to her right and saw a hotel maid just coming out of a room. Her eyes sparkled. The maid came out of the room and proceeded to pushing her cart to the next room down the end of the hallway.

Oh, yes...

She sprinted to catch the door before it closed and she caught it just in time. She sighed in relief and entered the room, leaving the task of closing to the springs of the door. She turned around in confusion when the door closed a few seconds late.

Irene realized she wasn't alone. The girl looked at her with eyes filled with fear. The girl mumbled something she couldn't hear

Irene put a finger to the girl's lips and pinned her against the wall. The girl's eyes widened in fear. She removed her finger and clamped her hand over her mouth, whispering "Shh..." Muffled voices and footsteps passed by. After a few good minutes, she let the girl go. Irene walked into the room while the girl slid down against the door in relief.

Irene took out her phone to check for any calls. None. She wanted to shout out in frustration but kept her demeanor calm and composed. She had only finished the first step the next step was yet to come.

She fished her hand inside her handbag. She took out a black wig wrapped inside a clear plastic and handed it to the girl. The girl looked at her with wide eyes.

"Wear it. Don't remove it until you're far away. When we go down, I want you to act as normal as possible. As soon as we get out, you run, run far away and when you're sure no one's following you, just go, go where you want to go." she said with a hushed voice.

The girl gulped and nodded. With shaky hands, she accepted the package and stared at it for minutes.

Irene watched. The girl was terrified, of course. One second, she was being harassed by some pedophile and the next, she was escaping with a stranger who appeared out of nowhere just as something happened.

She had noticed the intentions of the man with every look he gave at all the beauties in the room. A few looks went her way too but she had known better. The man was definitely someone who doesn't succumbed easily. He was a man who does not use his brain but uses brute force to get what he want. He would surely not hesitate to hurt anyone who doesn't follow his rules especially when it comes to sexual preferences regardless of sex or gender.

She had seen the girl enter a secluded room at the back of the ballroom and men clad in black followed suit. She looked at her drink and took in a few sips. She looked up just in time to see the man close the door. She heard a muffled voice, she swore it belonged to a woman.

She closed her eyes as she set the drink on the bar table. The next minute she found herself standing in front of the door with her hand on the doorknob. The next minute she was running through the crowd with the poor girl.

She sighed. What a mess! She was supposed to meet a very important man who could give her information for her... protection. No, she was not back to her old profession though it would be nice to go back but you can't really blame a girl for being sure of her safety.

Irene went inside the newly cleaned room. Judging from the lack of big luggage, this room must belong to a businessman. And businessmen always have... She opened the closet and smirk crept to her face. Suits and coats.

Though most were just suits, she noticed a long piece of black coat. Her hand froze over the black coat as a certain curly-haired man came to her mind. She grimaced. Now was not the time, not now. Get out! She shouted at his image inside her head. She earned a piercing indescribable look from him before he vanished. She heaved a sigh and took the coat from the closet. She handed it to the girl who had just wore the wig.

"We need to go. I'm assuming the owner will be here in a few minutes..."

She noticed the unknowing look the girl was giving her. She wanted to roll her eyes but she didn't want to make the girl feel bad after what happened to her.

"His phone is on the table. He needs that for sure. Anyway, act normal. I'll be there with you but keep distance. If they see me, I'll distract them and just go the other way, understand?"

She nodded while she put the coat on. It was a bit big but it would do.

"Good."

With that, Irene opened the door and checked if there were any people. None. She nodded to the girl. As they waited for the lift, she noticed a nervous look on the girl's face. Irene placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Don't worry."

The girl looked at her with fear in her eyes. "Thank you..." the girl muttered before she scrambled inside the lift with a few people.

Irene followed her inside. It was a while since someone thanked her. It made her heart swell with happiness. She looked at the numbers decreasing slowly as they descended to the ground floor. It has truly been a while. She smiled.

When the doors opened before her, she stepped out with her usual grace but she could feel the eyes of the girl on her back. She scanned the lobby and spotted a few men that she knew would come for her. So she just walked casually until she heard a series of footsteps. She didn't have to look back, she broke into a sprint. She knew they were after her.

She got out of the hotel and ran. She cursed as she turned her head to look back. She was wearing heels, she couldn't run that fast. Plus there weren't much people to form a dense crowd but it would have to do.

She took a turn and almost bumped an old woman out of her balance.

"Sorry." she said with an apologetic look.

Now everyone was looking at her, a few glares didn't go unnoticed. She bit her lip. She really hoped the girl would be safe or else everything she did would be nothing but a waste of time and she didn't really have a lot of time.

She couldn't quite remember the name of the man but she knew the man was once a very famous actor. Thus he has a name to keep. She knew they needed to dispose of her since she might expose the dark secret of the man. But that's not going to happen. Well, not yet anyway. She will use the man for her protection after these bastards stop chasing her.

Her feet were starting to hurt with each step she made. She took out her phone and dialed again. She listened until she heard the beeping sound. She growled in frustration. She can't afford to run anymore. Her feet would most probably be bruised and battered if she ran some more. She gritted her teeth. They were still following her. She continued to run.

She noticed people were filing into the stairway towards the station.

Perfect!

She made her way towards them and tried to lose herself in the crowd. She squeezed between people, muttering apologies as she made her way deeper into the station.

It wasn't hard to spot the men who were chasing as they were tall and big. They really stood out in the crowd and they were still trying to look for her but so far she has the upper hand. When she got past the gates, she felt a bit relieved but she was always on guard. She sighed as she begun to feel the soreness of her feet. She has no problem with standing or walking on heels but running is another thing.

But she kept on walking, ignoring the pain that laced her every step. She looked back and sighed in relief. They were gone. She licked her dry lips and continued to walk. She knew she couldn't stop, not until she reached her flat safely. She walked with the crowd, trying to keep up with their fast pace. She walked until she had to stop and rest. She leaned against the wall. She looked around again, checking again from time to time.

Then she noticed something awfully familiar. She caught a glimpse of black coat and blonde hair that of a short man, disappearing through the grills. Her eyes widened. She watched as the blonde man close the grills behind him. She slowly walked towards the grills. When she was close enough, she heard their voices. No, his voice. That rich, baritone timbre. It's not hard to distinguish that voice. Her breathing hitched. She felt her pulse elevate, her heart beat rose.

She leaned against the wall beside the grills. She closed her walls to recollect herself. She wasn't safe yet. Now was not the time to act like this. She groaned. No... He flashed before her, towering above her. His pale blue eyes bore into her as if he was looking into her soul. A shiver went down her spine. He stood there with that sexy purple shirt of his and his signature long black coat flapping behind him. With his blue scarf out of the way, she could see his collarbone. They were sharp just like his cheekbones. Oh, those cheekbones. She bit down on her lip hard.

Suddenly she felt a hand clamp around her arm. She opened her eyes in alarm.

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