A/N Well, I've certainly never written Holmes/Irene fiction, so I apologize if either is out of character. Please review!
He stood at the window, staring at the busy streets of London. People moved in all direction in the streets, and street vendors tried to get the attention of Londoners.
The door to his large apartment creaked open, and Holmes instantly knew that it wasn't Mrs. Hudson.
"I thought that you would be halfway across Europe by now," he announced without turning around. Three days had passed since Blackwood's death.
"I'm sick of leaving," she answered, "and with Moriarty coming, I don't want you alone."
"You don't think that I can protect myself?"
"You can barely take care of yourself." Holmes was rather disheveled with his cuffs unbuttoned, his shirt un-tucked, and a hangover evident on his face, "Instead, you are babysat by the ever-patient Dr. Watson."
"I am merely getting used to living without Watson," the detective insisted, turning around to glare at Irene Adler, "Anyway, moving on, you are afraid of this Professor Moriarty."
"I am not afraid of Moriarty," Adler glared at him, "He just found my weakness and yours."
"Mine?" Holmes tried to cover his surprise, "I don't have a weakness."
Adler stepped closer, close enough to see the lie on his face, "You do," she breathed.
"What is it then?" he whispered back.
"I told you mine," a small smile played on her lips, "Tell me yours."
"I told you that I don't have a weakness," he answered stubbornly.
"Me," she kissed him softly, "that's why I'm here. You need me, and I need you because he can't get us if we're in the same place."
"He can," Holmes whispered against her lips, "and if he's as evil as you say he is, then he can."
"Must you always argue with me, Sherlock?" Her fingers rested on his cheeks.
"It is the nature of our relationship," he replied, "Just admit that you need me to defeat Moriarty."
"This is a 'You're in over your head, Sherlock' visit," she answered, "Not one of fear, but I know that you will find Moriarty."
"Why would I do that?" he questioned.
"The same reason you found the dwarf for me."
"Midget," he corrected, "What reason?"
"You can't resist me," she laughed, "and neither can you resist an interesting case."
He rolled his eyes, "Fine," the detective replied reluctantly, "I'll take your case."
"Fantastic," Irene smirked, "Now we can move on, to more pressing matters." She kissed him softly and slowly as the sun dropped beneath the horizon, leaving the thief and the detective to their nightly activities.
"Holmes," Dr. John Watson called, entering the apartment, "Holmes, are you in here?"
"Dear Lord, Watson," the detective answered, "Need you be any louder?"
"Of course," sighed the good doctor, "You were drinking last night, weren't you?"
"He wasn't," Irene replied.
"Miss Adler," Watson stopped in his tracks, knowing better than to go any closer to the bedroom, "You're here."
She and Sherlock both emerged from the bedroom, fully clothed, "I have convinced Holmes to find and arrest Professor Moriarty."
"You'll be around then, I presume?"
"It's elementary my dear Watson," Holmes found an old tweed coat of his and pulled on an old hat as well, "Of course, she'll be around. Anyway, let's get going."
"Fantastic," Watson groaned, "We'll have to stop by my home, so I can let Mary know that I'll home late again."
A/N Short, I know, but let me know if you want me to continue. Until then, it remains a oneshot, so review if I should indeed keep going.
AirDragon717
