"Aaaaaaaah" That sound again. I thought as I glanced over the source of that rather indelicate and inappropriate sound, which is now on Sherlock's hand.

That phone would time to time make that sound, like perhaps on a normal morning like this when Sherlock is busy looking over his mail with a cup of coffee and me reading the daily newspaper or sometimes on a not so normal day when in a middle of a chase, or a case from Lestrade, but Sherlock always makes sure to answer it. Well he answers all messages that are sent to him. He even makes it to a point that he always have the last word, probably his idea of a competition, but this is different. Even in a middle of a case, or when in his mind palace he would drop everything he is doing to answer that text message.

I never knew the sender, he refuses to give me information or always avert the subject so I am left to deduce on my own. All I could come up with is that it is most likely a woman. Could it be his mother? I've never seen his mother before or any of his family members except for Mycroft. But nah, I highly doubt that he would choose that ringtone for his mother or any family member on that matter.

"Why does your phone make that sound?" I asked him. "I already told you, someone's idea of a joke." He answered rather irritated but without looking up from his laptop. "But why don't you change it?" I asked again trying to get as much information on the sender.

"Too troublesome." Was all he said.

"Who is it from anyway?" I am not giving up just yet. "The Woman." He said.

"What woman? It would help if you could you be more specific." I am starting to get irritated seeing how this conversation isn't going anywhere. "Who else? The Woman, woman." He said equally irritated for he was already looking up from his laptop, wait, that's my laptop. I shrug then went back to my newspaper, I'm wasting my time. I am not getting an answer from this man. We continued our business until we heard Mrs. Hudson shout from the kitchen.

"Boys! You got another one!"

"Now start talking and don't be boring." said Sherlock Holmes impatiently to our new client. The client started narrating his story, he said that he was trying to fix his engine when he saw a man standing by the river. When the engine blew up, the man was already lying on the ground, dead. The murderer was gone along with the murder weapon.

Sherlock stood up and went to his room to get his laptop then he handed it to me. I gave him a puzzled look. He just stood there with the laptop on his hand. "Take it and treat it like it was me."

"What?"

I finally arrived at the crime scene. As I walked out of the cab, I saw a man walking towards me, he must be in charged. He smiled at me and said "Mr. Holmes…" before he finished his sentence I shook his hand "Dr. Watson, are you set up for a Wi-Fi?"

After setting up the laptop and logging in on Skype. Sherlock finally connected. His face appeared from my screen and it seems like he was not wearing anything aside from a bed sheet to cover his body.

"and why are we doing this?" I asked. "We agreed that I will not be taking more than six cases, this is the seventh. I am not going out of the house." When did we even agree on that? I didn't argue further because I have learned that arguing with Sherlock Holmes will not get me anywhere."Show me the crime scene"

I was walking near the river while the inspector follows behind me. "I say, the witness is the murderer" said the inspector trying to show himself on the screen. Sherlock scoffs at his remark. "Pass the laptop to him." He said. "Sherlock I have a mute button and I will use it." I wouldn't want to get my laptop broken because of another one of Sherlock's very unpleasing display of intelligence. "Well, let him check the streams and he would understand." He was about to say more when Sherlock suddenly turn around to look at a couple of men in an expensive looking black suit until the connection cut off.

"Sherlock? Sherlock? What's happening?"

"Dr. Watson, it's for you." Said one of the police, while holding a phone. I held out my hand. "Oh thank you." I said. "No sir, the helicopter."

I walked towards the lounge where one of the assistants led me, and then I saw Sherlock still in his sheet. I looked around uneasily then I sat beside him. "Uuuum, what are we doing in Buckingham palace?" I asked still looking around. "I don't know." Sherlock answered without looking at me. "Oh." I said, then there was silence.

"I am fighting an urge to steal an ashtray." I finally said. There was a long pause then we started laughing like little kids. "Here to see the queen?" I added. Before, Sherlock could answer Mycroft entered the hall. "Most likely." Then we started laughing again.

"Could you two please start acting like grown ups." Mycroft scolded then another person entered the hall. The discussion started with an attempt of Mycroft to put clothes on Sherlock, which eventually he won, although with a "little" bit of resistance from Sherlock. Mycroft then showed a picture of a woman by the name of Irene Adler, professionally called, The Woman or Dominatrix, and apparently, as Sherlock deduced is in possession of some compromising photographs.

"Just give her what she wants" Sherlock rolled his eyes. "know when you are beaten." He said.

"Well, we've already talked to her but she does not want anything. She said she needs it for 'protection'. Besides, she is your responsibility." Sherlock smirked at his brother's statement. "Ahh, power play with the most powerful family in Britain. Alright, I'll take the case." Sherlock stood up and I followed him. "Send me the details over my phone."

"So what? Are we just going to walk in there and ask for the photographs?" I asked as we walked on the street where the said Irene Adler lives.

"Yep." He said and rang the doorbell.

A woman answered, "Mr. Holmes, my mistress is expecting you." The woman opened the door, who apparently is not Irene Adler then led us to the living room. We sat on the couch silently.

"So, did you made an appointment with Ms. Adler before coming here?" I asked. "Nope. It seems like she knows we're coming." He answered. "Oh." was all I was able to come up with.

After a few minutes a woman entered the room. "Mr. Holmes." She said and my jaw dropped. She's bloody naked. She went in front of Sherlock "So how did you do it?" she said as she sat on the couch across ours. "Excuse me?" Sherlock looked at her puzzled but unfazed by the fact the she's naked. Well He's Sherlock Holmes. "The man by the river with the missing killer and murder weapon." She said. "That's not what I came here for." Sherlock said. The woman scoffed "Oh I know, you're here for the photographs but that's never gonna happen, so might as well have a little chit chat."

"Do you wanna wear something? I don't know like a tissue perhaps?" I finally said, feeling very uneasy with a naked woman in the room. Irene Adler smirked and the stood in front of me. "Why? are you feeling exposed?" I looked at her face, trying to fight the urge to look down. Sherlock stood up and offered her his coat."Oh why, thank you dear." She said as she went back to her chair.

"Well, it was very transparent the moment that I saw the crime scene" Sherlock started. "Just like how the photographs are in this room." Sherlock said. Irene Adler flinched "But how?" Sherlock stopped walking then looked at her. "So they really are in this room. John, man the door and don't let anyone in." I followed and went out of the door.

I took one of the magazines and started setting it on fire to trigger the smoke alarm, as Sherlock instructed. "John, you can turn it off now." I heard Sherlock shouted and before I was able to do anything, a group of men entered from the second floor and shoot the alarm. "Thanks." I said.

The woman and me were put on our knees while our captors was forcing Sherlock to come up with the code. Sherlock insisted that he doesn't know the code but our captors threaten to blew my head if he does not open the safe. The woman and Sherlock exchanged glances and he unlocked the safe. Just before he opened it, the two exchanged glances ones again and then he suddenly opened the lock firing a shot to the man who was holding me. We took the chance to put the men down. We went upstairs and we found Irene Adler's assistant on the floor. I checked her pulse to see if she was breathing.

"Oh don't worry she's used to that." Irene Adler said without a hint of worry.

"I'm going to get the first aid." I said and hurried downstairs. After I found the box containing the first aid in the kitchen I hurried up but I saw Sherlock on the floor who seemed to have been drugged. I ran to him to see what's going on.

"Take care of him, make sure. He doesn't choke on his own vomit." The woman said as she went to the window. "See you later, Mr. Holmes." and she's gone.

I put Sherlock on his bed. The drug doesn't seem lethal but he has to rest for the night. He kept looking for Irene Adler and he kept saying things that has not much sense. I told him that Ms. Adler has gotten away and that no one knows where she is now and that he has to rest. Sherlock finally gave in and went to sleep. I went back to my room and little did I know that the very next morning would change my whole image of Sherlock Holmes.

I got up from my bed the next morning and went to the living room. Before I got in I saw Sherlock's arm, from the little opening of the door, resting on the desk and he appears to be sitting. The drug had probably worn off.

I opened the door to the living room to fully see Sherlock but what I saw made my jaw dropped as Sherlock Holmes was kissing a woman. The Sherlock Holmes, kissing A woman, and it's not just any woman, a dominatrix and a black mailer woman woman!

The two looked at me when they heard the door opened. Sherlock just went back to his laptop like nothing happened. Irene Adler just smiled at me, "Hello again Dr. Watson." She said. I looked at her then at Sherlock then to her again. "I missed something didn't I?" I said sounding really anxious and confused, I might had been drugged as well, as I am seeing a hallucination of Sherlock kissing an Irene Adler. "uuuum, Sherlock what's happening?" I heard Irene Adler suppressed a laugh.

"What do you mean, what's happening?" Sherlock asked as if nothing out of the ordinary happened. "You're kissing Irene Adler." I said trying to make sense of the situation. Sherlock raised a brow. "And your point is?" He said. "Well, are you by any chance? Started a relationship after yesterday? Or did she drug you again and forced you to be in a relationship with her? So now you're kissing her?" Sherlock rolled his eyes. "Why wouldn't we be? She's my wife." He said in a matter of fact tone. Like what I was asking is very obvious and ridiculous.

Wait. Did I just hear him said wife? No, It cannot be. It must have been ripe, or hype or wide like the room is wide Sherlock has to kiss her. My thoughts were cut off when I heard Irene Adler approach.

"I believe we have yet to be formally introduced Dr. Watson. Although I've been in this house for a couple of times but I usually come late and you're already in bed so I never had a chance to introduce myself, and please do excuse my husband for the lack of sense of community." She said as she held out her hand to me. "Irene Adler Holmes. It's nice to finally meet you Dr. Watson, I am very fond of your blog." She said smiling at me.

So he really did say wife. Sherlock Holmes has a wife and not just any woman but a black mailer and a notorious dominatrix, who always finds a way to be involved in scandals among the great families in Britain as far as the news are concerned. How come I never knew? I am living with him and yet I never knew and there wasn't even a hint. It took awhile until the realization came. Ahhh, the ringtone.