Oh my god he texted me! He didn't just text me, he saved my life.
Those were the thoughts of Irene Adler. Her heart pounding so fast that she could hardly breath. She was running for at least 1 hour but she managed to escape from those terrorists.
I thought that everything was over. But now…
The terrorists who had taken hostage of her had the intention to separate her head from her entire body. She wasn't afraid. No, not even a bit. She was just heartbroken, desperate. For the first time in her life, someone refused her. At least that was what she was believing.
There were lots of man with their faces hidden with some piece of cloth, talking a language that she couldn't understand. Three of them had encircled her, one with a sword. By the time the man had lifted the sword in order to chop her head off, she had still the same thoughts circling in her mind.
He is ignoring me. To his eyes, I'm just a woman like the others, stupid and simple.
Then, she heard the slight beep of her phone.
A message? How?
She had picked up her phone that she hid out of somewhere that no one can imagine: the pocket of her underwear.
He may think that I'm stupid like the others but I'm clever enough to have a secret pocket in my underwear to hide some stuff. If you're a famous dominatrix, you have think about everything.
Her heart was again filled with the same sweet sentiment as when she first met the man: Sherlock. He was telling her to listen to him and to run when as he would say so. Not being able to believe her eyes, she accepted his help interiorly. Once she got the message "RUN", she obeyed to him with pleasure.
Obeying… not my type at all. But it was him…
Then she had started to run as fast as she could into the darkness, with the terrorists behind her. After an hour of chase, she did succeed to get rid of the men with hidden faces. She was now hiding in a small bush.
She took her phone in her hands impatiently and wrote a message to Sherlock, making fun of the situation that she had just escaped:
Thanks for saving my life Holmes boy. It wasn't necessary but thanks anyway.
She was unable to think of anything. She was so happy that she could run all the way to Baker Street.
He texted me back. She thought again.
Maybe he wasn't ignoring me after all.
That beep again.
No problem. You still want to have dinner?
Of course she did. She had a lot to say to him. But how to go back to London?
Better asking it to Sherlock.
She grabbed the phone and wrote.
I do but it doesn't seem possible if you're in an abandoned somewhere in Neverland, Holmes.
It was a serious problem. She was far from knowing where she was. She wasn't even aware of the presence of a deserted place like this on earth. A little later, message back from him.
Didn't you see the helicopter right there?
A helicopter?
Well, I don't know if he's a drug addict or not but I see no helicopter here. And I don't think that there will be one here in a while. It's impossi… Oh no!
She was hearing roaring of an engine accompanied by the sound of the streaming air and feeling the wind on her face.
A helicopter with the sign of… British government?
It was landing just a few meters away from Irene, scattering the dust everywhere, blurring the woman's view. After the landing, the door of the black helicopter opened and a manin a black suit got off, adjusted his belt and starting walking to the bush where Irene was hiding. He stopped just in front of Irene and he gave his hand to her.
Miss Adler, he said, Mr. Holmes gave me the order to take you out of here. Please follow me to the helicopter.
The second order of the day and what is more, I have no other choice other than to accept it.
She got out of the bush and made her way to the helicopter.