I do not own any of the characters (Except for the ones that I may add later on) just based my story from the tv series 'Sherlock'.
Irene might be a little bit different, but it has something to do with the story :) ...Hope you enjoy reading! :)
''The Case Of The Missing Memory''
Years had passed since Sherlock jumped off from the roof of St. Barts. Some people have moved on and some haven't. There are still people who wonder, people with questions, searching for the truth of what really happened. But one particular person, that has never doubted him, was a woman named Irene Adler. She visits his grave twice a week, hoped that he would show up, and show her that she was right, that he was not dead and Moriarty was real. But a lot has changed through out those years, Irene Adler is now living in a small town outside London. Her dominatrix days are over, she was now living with a man, whom she calls her husband.
It was just a normal day for Irene Adler, she sat by the window and looked outside, as raindrops ran down from the window.
''Irene darling, don't tell me you are thinking about that place again.'' A tall man stood behind her as he spoke. His hair was slicked back, he was wearing a 'Westwood' suite, he had a golden necklace hanging around his neck, and a golden watch on his left hand.
Irene turned around to face the man behind her. ''Oh-um no, I was just... looking at my poor plants, washed by the strong rain.'' She gave a small smile
''Ah! Very well, go get dress. Another detective is coming I believe he is the right one'' He gave a big smile.
Irene sighed ''He is the fifth one who came this week. And all of them failed, they only want money from you. Why do you need this necklace anyway? You are rich enough to buy a new one.'' Irene stood and crossed her arms.
''Because!...'' He shouted, then he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. ''Because, it was no ordinary necklace. There is something in it that I needed.'' He said calmly, he tried to cover his anger. Then Irene walked up to their bedroom, and began to change.
A couple of minutes later, she came down already dressed. Her husband was sitting in the living room, talking to a man. As she walked in, his husband stood up, and introduced her to the man who was suppose to be the great detective. She smiled as she shook the hand of a blonde man, who was wearing a coat, with a color that matched his pants. He smiled, as he looked at Irene in the eyes. Her beauty caught the man's eyes. This was nothing new to her, the five detectives that was before him, did the same thing. And was fired because of this, the moment they tried to make a move on her, her husband didn't think twice to fire them.
It was night time, and Irene was getting ready to go to bed. As she tucked herself into the blanket, she heard a knock on the door.
''Come in Emily''
''Mrs. M I just brought you your daily tea.'' The maid smiled, and walked towards Irene.
''Please Emily, I already told you call me Irene.'' Irene took the cup of tea from Emily's hands. ''Thank you''
''I'm not sure if the tea is that good, I won't mind if you don't drink it up'' The maid smiled nervously.
Irene gave a smile. ''Oh Emily, your tea get's better and better everyday'' She placed the tea back to the saucer, as she finished drinking all of it. ''Well goodnight Emily, thank you for the lovely tea''
Emily smiled back ''Goodnight Miss Irene'' As she closed the door behind her, she looked at the the empty cup, and let out a sigh.
''Is she asleep?'' A man's voice startled her
''Y-yes sir.'' She answered back nervously.
''Good. Did she drink it all?'' He looked at the cup, that Emily was holding
''Yes, sir. Um sir, may I ask how my family is doing?''
''They're fine'' He smiled, and walked into the room.
Two days later, another detective was expected to show up. Irene walked down from the stairs, and sighed as he saw her husband, standing infront of an open door talking to a man. As she stood beside him, her eyes caught the beauty of the man standing infront of her. His had icy-blue eyes, he has black curly hair, and his jacket fitted him perfectly. She found him very attractive, especially his cheekbones. He smiled as he shook Irene's hand.
''Irene, this is the detective that I was telling you about. I've hear-''
''Consulting detective. The only one in the world.'' He looked at the man standing infront of him.
''Ah! And your name is?''
''Sherlock Holmes'' He made a quick glance at Irene. And this made her blush a little. ''And you are?'' Sherlock raised his eyebrows.
''Just call me Mr. M...Ah! Mr. Holmes, do you think you can find the person who stole my necklace?'' Mr. M asked curiously
''I don't think so, I know so'' Sherlock replied
''Good, good. Irene I think we found the right man for this job. Oh! Sorry, I forgot to introduce both of you to each other. Mr. Holmes this is Irene-''
''Irene Adler'' Sherlock finished the man's sentence.
Irene's eyes widened ''H-how did you know my old name?''
''Old name?'' Sherlock raised his eyebrow.
''Ah, I assume out neighbors gave you the wrong name. She is not Irene Adler anymore, she is Mrs. M''
'' Ah! Mrs. M, sorry, yes I guess your neighbor gave me the wrong information.'' Sherlock starred at Irene's eyes and looked for some reaction from her, but there was nothing.
''Come in, come in... We don't want you to stand there all day. Um Irene dear, go show Mr. Holmes where the living room is, I'm going to kitchen and tell Emily what to prepare for our guest. Irene and Sherlock walked together into the living room, and they sat across each other.
He stared at her intensely. While she looked at him awkwardly by the way he stared at her. ''So Mr. Holmes, how do we know that you can find this person that stole my husbands watch?'' She broke the silence.
''I know I will. And you know I will'' He smirked ''How are you doing Irene?''
''Excuse me? What do you mean... I know you will? And why do you ask such questions like we have known each other for a long time?''
Sherlock grimaced as she spoke. He deduced everything that he could from her. ''Y-you don't remember me?'' He feared for the answer he was going to get.
''No, I'm sorry, but I don't remember meeting you, Mr. Holmes'' Irene's eyes looked very truthful, and full of confusions.
Sherlock's eyes widened. He then jumped off from his seat and invaded Irene's personal space. He suddenly checked her eyes, his face was just inches away from her, which made her feel uncomfortable. ''Your eyes look fine, but something is not right..''
''Mr. Holmes y-'' She looked at his lips which was so close to her's ''You are invading my personal space!'' She pushed him out of the way, then she took a deep breath.
Sherlock took her hands and felt her pulse. ''At least some things didn't change'' He grinned.
''What are you talking about!?'' Irene asked, irritated.
''Alright tea is ready'' A man's voice echoed from the hallway, Sherlock ran back to his seat, the moment he heard the man's voice
''So how are we doing?'' He smiled at Sherlock, then at Irene.
''Fine'' Sherlock gave a smile, and looked at Irene
''I- um fine darling.'' She smiled, then looked at Sherlock.
''Alright, let's get into business'' He sat beside Irene and placed a folder on the table.
''Well this could be interesting, the case of the missing necklace and the missing memory.'' Sherlock murmured.