We had just returned from an evening at the Andrea Bocelli concert. We had gone to mole on Felicidae Marks, see what she was up to, a case regarding her lost husband and son had just been reported and we were apparently 'seeking background info' by going to this Bocelli concert. I didn't understand why we wouldn't follow her around as she's going about her daily errands, but I suppose I wouldn't. I'm talking about Sherlock. However, I do suspect that the case was a convenient excuse as to go see the concert; two weeks ago – before we had even heard of Felicidae- I had caught a peek of Sherlock on the Andrea Bocelli website. Secret fandom? I think yes.
Anyways, so we had arrived home to see Irene Adler, casually seated on our couch peering intently at her mobile.
"How'd you get in?" I asked, knowing full-well Mrs. Hudson stopped letting people waltz into our flat.
"Window," Sherlock said for her as it dawned on me this was IRENE ADLER. The shock of seeing her at our flat hit me a little late.
"Aren't you dead?" I asked stupidly, to which Sherlock responded,
"Clearly she isn't dead John, she's right in front of us."
"That wasn't a very impressive deduction Mr. Holmes" I declared brattishly
"Shut up" he replied, discreditably. Nervous in front of Ms. Adler are we? I thought, and gave Sherlock a face depicting the thought quite nicely.
"I need your help" Irene said not sounding the least bit distressed.
"Wait; let me see if I got that right" I said, "Irene Adler," I looked at her then to Sherlock "Needs someone's help?"
Irene raised her eyebrows at Sherlock, and then asked him, "He doesn't know of the incident?"
Sherlock looked over at me like I was a child, which I felt corresponding to after he looked at me like that, looked back at Irene and they shared a conniving smile.
"Obviously I don't, is this relating to your current state of being?" I said feeling like a dunce "Which is ALIVE?" The two of them stayed silent, I cleared my throat "Is someone going to fill me in?" I asked growing impatient at their evident amusement.
"No time," announced Sherlock, he nodded to Irene "Let's go" He re-buttoned his coat and added "Fill me in on the way" Irene shot up and followed him out the door. I stood at the top of the stairs, observing them ignore me, and feeling more than ever like a victim of parental neglect. Mummy and daddy go to work, no one invites me. I stay home, because no one invited me to go to work. Boo hoo. My bitter thoughts were interrupted by Mrs. Hudson
"Not going out love?"
I sighed disappointedly "Not, tonight Mrs. H"