Here's a story I decided to write after I saw the Sherlock Holmes films and noticed there weren't much Irene/Sherlock fanfics

I'd like to make some points about this story:

Firstly my first language is not English so there will be all kinds of mistakes (probably in every sentence) and my vocabulary is really poor so I use the same words over and over again... I studied English for ten years but recently I haven't really written anything in English or in any other language. I'm not really a writer if I'm completely honest. I NEVER write anything.

The main pair in this story is Irene and Sherlock but I also like the friendship between Watson and Holmes. Unfortunately after I wrote this chapter I noticed my Holmes was a bit OOC but my goal is to make the characters resemble their movie versions. However, I find it very difficult that Adler should be speaking with american accent and Holmes British. Forgive me if Holmes is using some american words or expressions. I have studied both american English and british English in school but I can't recall which words belong to which.

I don't know how many chapters there will be (5 maybe?). I haven't written them yet and I don't know when I'll do it. If I get some reviews I'm very happy but I don't know if I'll write a new chapter any faster. If you got some ideas or you want to mock my story feel free to review.

I didn't do any research for this story. I don't know anything about the crown jewels nor have I read any of the original Sherlock Holmes books (expect the short story were Irene appears).

I hope you enjoy reading this story :)

In the summer of 1893 I visited my old friend Sherlock Holmes in Baker Street. The summer was almost over and the detective was restless; the cases he had gotten lately weren't satisfying his complex mind.

When he had invited me for a tea I knew something was going on. You see, Sherlock Holmes was not a man who invited people for tea. So when I saw the detective walking around his room in deep thoughts I was sure he had found a new case.

"Ah Watson I didn't hear you coming in" He suddenly lifted his head and saw me in the entrance "As you probably figured out already, I have found a new case. A very interesting one"

"Shall we sit down?" I asked and poured myself a cup of tea. My friend sat down opposite to me but only for a second. I could see how exited he was. He couldn't even stay still for a minute.

"So tell me everything my friend"

"Someone will steal the crown jewels!" My friend blurted out grinning like an idiot. I watched him in shock.

"And you know this by how?"

"Two men have died off to unknown lung disease." My friend explained. This made no sense to me and I asked him to explain to me what he meant.

"The men were guards. Both guarding the jewels at night." He took his pipe out and started smoking.

"You don't think it's a coincidence?" My friend looked at me and shook his head.

"The palace is being renovated at the moment. It's a perfect opportunity for a thief"

I still wasn't sure if I should believe his reasoning. Holmes was often right but not always. Maybe after a boring summer his brain was making up stories.

"I see your point but don't you think they are just going to replace those guards?"

"Definitely." Holmes nodded and poured himself some tea. He had finally calmed down a bit and sat down to the sofa. "But new guards are not so observant as old ones. And it takes time to train them"

I agreed with him. "How are you planning to find this thief? "

"Frankly I have no idea who it could be. But if we go to the underworld, I'm sure we'll find someone who knows something."

"What?! We can't just walk to a pub full of murderers and muggers. They'd see right trough us. Besides I have a family now I can't act irresponsible anymore"

"Don't worry Watson I'm taking care of this."

The same evening Holmes invited Mary and me to the opera. Mary was eager to go. She and Holmes never really got along very well and she wanted to change that. I was more than suspicious. I was pretty sure the night was going to end badly. But Mary insisted we'd go so I had no choice.

Much to my surprise the performance was very entertaining. It was a romantic story situated in the 18th century Italy.

At some point I had to tell Holmes about my suspicions and he laughed

"You know me so well Watson. You know I wouldn't go to the opera for the performance. We are meeting someone here. Someone who has contacts to the underworld."

"What?! You bought Mary here to meet some mad man?" I whispered yelling. I knew this was a mistake and now Mary was in danger. "Where is this man then?" I looked at people next to us hoping to see the person we were about to meet.

"Not a man, a woman"

Then I realized what was going on. My head turned back to the stage were the leading lady was singing. The big white wig and the make up had fooled me but now I saw that the woman was indeed the late Irene Adler.

"She's alive" I stared at Holmes in shock.

"Of course she is."

"How?" I still couldn't believe it. It confused me how both Holmes and Miss Adler were still alive after everythin Moriarty had done to them.

"I think she used same methods that Blackwood when he pretended to be death. Very clever."

"But what about the poison?"

"She never drank it. Or she had an antidote who knows."

People around us started clapping their hands and cheering loudly. The show was over and Holmes stood up quickly.

"Now excuse me, I'm going to go chat with our old friend"

"Alright. I think I'll stay here with Mary" My friend nodded and hurried away.

When Irene Adler stepped into her dressing room she saw a familiar figure sitting on the back of the room.

"So did you enjoy the show Mr Holmes?" She asked. She didn't seem surprised that Holmes was there. He stood up and walked next to her, breathing in her Parisian perfume.

"Yes I found it very charming."

"And how did you like my part?" She came closer and adjusted his bow tie.

"You were marvelous my dear. I didn't know you were so talented" Holmes decided it was best to play her game if he wanted to get some answers.

He took a better look at her. She was as beautiful as always. A diamond necklace was hanging in her cleavage. Stolen he though.

"Don't you know it's rude to stare down to women's cleavage Mr. Holmes" His face got red and she smirked at him playfully. She stepped away from him and took off her wig.

"Is this a social visit?" She asked while combing her hair.

"Well it could be... if you want?" He was still a bit awkward that she had caught him staring at her breasts. Even though he wasn't staring at them he was staring at the jewelry she was wearing.

"So you are going to take me for a dinner?" It wasn't a question.

"Yes my lady." He didn't know why he had agreed but he hoped to get what he wanted at the end of the evening.

"Then I must change." He had expected her to go and change in the walk in closet but instead she just stripped off her dress in front of him. He turned around quickly and cleared his throat. He should have known her games.

They decided to go to the Royal because it was close and because their previous dinner date there had been cancelled when Irene had 'died'. They spend the evening discussing his work and her performance and what had happened with Moriarty. Two hours later he accompanied her to the Grand

"I'm so happy that you came Sherlock I really enjoyed your company." She said and kissed his cheek.

"would you like to come to my room and drink some wine?" she winked at him. Last time he had drank her wine he had woken up handcuffed to the bed. Naked. She knew what he was thinking and said "We trust each other now, don't we? Come on, I'll drink first" She giggled and expected him to follow her to the room. He hesitated for a moment and then followed her.

As promised she drank the wine first and Sherlock took his glass and carefully tasted the wine. Then she sat next to him in the sofa.

"Why are you really here Sherlock?" She asked while caressing his neck. He wondered if she had known the whole time that he had ulterior motives. He still wasn't sure if he could trust her. For all he knew, she could be the thief.

He took her hand and petted it. Then he leaned in slowly and kissed her on the lips. If he wanted to gain some information he had to beat her at her own game.

He had intended it to be a short kiss but much to his dismay he couldn't bring an end to it.

She pulled him closer and kissed him more hungrily. He was in trance. His hands were roaming in her waist and he positioned himself on top of her. He was about to lift up the hem of her dress when she ended the kiss.

"You're here because of the crown jewels" She stated begging with her eyes him to say no.

"Yes." He couldn't lie to her anymore. She stood up and adjusted her dress.

"I don't know anything about them." She told him honestly. Disappointment was evident on her face "I'm not that kind of thief"

"I know you're not behind of this. I just need someone who knows people in the underworld."

"So you were using me? A poor innocent lonely woman?" She pouted mockingly at him "Did you at least enjoy it?"

He cleared his throat. She just knew how to make him feel uneasy. He always tried to hide his feelings but now he had failed miserably. His erection was painfully throbbing in his pants and there was no way she hadn't noticed it. Or felt it. So he just nodded awkwardly avoiding her gaze.

"Fine. I'll contact some of my old acquaintance. But I can't promise anything"