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This is my first fanfic ever. However I've read a lot and it's amazing how great stories are out there. English is not my first language, so please forgive me for mistakes. I try my best.
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Ch 1
"Sorry for dinner" These were his last words for her, and in that very
moment she knew that she had risked everything and lost it all.
...
"Sherlock Holmes the cold headed consultant detective was betrayed by his
sentiments. How ridiculous!" he murmured bitterly, taking the cab in front
of Mycroft's house. During the way to Baker Street he thought over and over
every moment of this case to find the point when everything had gone wrong.
Maybe it was the very moment, when that woman appeared in front of him,
without a single napkin on her body. He adored her courage and her
braveness. In this disguise she had been a plain paper. He needed all of his
self control to be ignorant about the tense he felt from her first
appearance. Or it was the incident with the Americans. They communicated
without words while he was opening the safe.
She was brave, attractive and quite clever. And she was the woman who had
beaten him.
Although she won that battle she lost the war. And why didn't it make him
happy at all?
Arriving to the flat he had a whole plan already. As he entered the main
door he saw John and Mrs Hudson standing next to the stairs looking at him
with worried eyes. He knew that Mycroft had already called John with the
news and with the order to search the place for drugs. He was always doing
these same ridiculously overprotective actions.
"Sherlock! Are you all right?" asked John while Sherlock rushed up the
stairs without a word. He headed to his room immediately and started to
call some people who owed him a favour. Within twenty hours he had the
documents in his hands.
The next days were absolutely boring with John who was always searching his
face apprehensively while he was playing his violin or was reading a book.
On the second day Sherlock spent the whole day in his pyjamas and dressing gown. He checked his emails and
John's of course. He wrote a comment on John's blog to the article about
the woman. "Really, John, what's the point in this post? If you can't
detail what happened in a case because of some ridiculous law thing, then why bother?"
On the third day they were having breakfast when John asked again. "Is everything all right?"
"Why wouldn't be?" asked Sherlock facing towards Jon but not distracting
his eyes from the newspaper.
"You know...khm...the wom.. The last case..." said John hesitantly.
"John, that case is solved I'm not interested in it anymore. Stop asking
stupid questions!" cut Sherlock the conversation raising higher the newspaper
to hide his face.
Finishing breakfast the good doctor rose up, and taking his coat and a small
suitcase he said "I don't know if you remember, but tomorrow I have to go to
Dublin for two days again, so...I won't be here." and after a few moments
of waiting for reply and placing his weight from one leg to the other he
cleared his throat and went down the stairs. Sherlock looked out from behind
the paper and raised one eyebrow. He stepped up to have a shower and took on a descent black suit with black shirt. Grabbing his coat and scarf he rushed out of the flat.
...
After three days of interrogation and waiting for the decision Irene Adler was
released by Mycroft Holmes. A black windowed government car took her to the
most crowded place of London the Piccadilly Circus. She left the car without
a word and with determined paces she walked through the circus until the
car had disappeared. Then she stopped and stood still for a while and was
watching the crowd rushing through in the evening lights. "How badly I will
miss this city!" she thought with a sigh.
Irene Adler was elegant and graceful as always but in her hart she was
desperate and disappointed. She couldn't go home because Moriarty's men
were already after her to make her into shoes she knew that her home was
the first place where they went after her disappearing. She was only
hoping that Kate had led the order she had given her in that case if she
hadn't returned, and had left the house.
She didn't have friends she only had enemies. There was no place to go,
except one, where nobody would look for her. She took a deep breath and
got a cab.
...
Sherlock returned to the flat just after 7 pm with packages. He searched his cupboard for a small suitcase and took into it all the packages and the previously gotten documents. Locked it and placed next to the window. Then he laid down in the properly made bed, and placed his hands put together under his chin. Now all he had to do was waiting in the darkness.
After a few minutes Sherlock felt a cold light breeze on his cheek.
Sherlock Holmes smirked and said in a low voice. "Good evening, Miss Adler!"