"Did she ever text you again after all that?" John asked walking back into the room.
"Once a few months ago," Sherlock replied.
John nodded. " What did she say?"
"Goodbye, Mr. Holmes."
"Oh," John said before leaving the room.
Once he left, Sherlock looked up from his microscope and picked up her camera phone. He began scrolling through her texts as he strolled over into the living room.
He finally read the last message.
Goodbye Mr. Holmes.
Irene typed in her final words before handing her phone over. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she closed her eyes and took in what she thought was her final breath.
Suddenly, she heard a familiar erotic moan and her eyes instantly shot open.
She looked up to see a pair of ice blue eyes staring back at her.
Sherlock's eyes.
"When I say run, run!"
And in one swift moment, Sherlock brought the sword back and propelled it forward, slicing her executor.
"Run!"
After Sherlock had gracefully fought off every man, he began walking away from Irene as he casually brushed the dust off his suit.
"I hope you know that this doesn't mean I show any interest at all towards you. I was simply..." As he turned back towards her, he saw what he had least expected.
Irene was holding a gun from one of the dead men's bodies, and had Sherlock at gunpoint.
"Take off your clothes," she demanded.
"Sorry?"
"I need a temporary disguise so they don't find me again. Take off your clothes."
"That's not fair, I just saved your life!"
But Irene did not show any intentions of lowering the gun, and Sherlock finally gave in. He reluctantly ripped off his jacked and began unbuttoning his shirt...
In the end, Sherlock was left standing alone, in the dark...completely naked. He then realized that she had his phone too, which was still in his suit pocket.
The women had left, and he would most likely never see her again after that.
He had lost, again.
One week later...
It was evening, and Sherlock was sitting alone, in his favorite armchair. He was somewhere deep in his mind palace when he felt a soft hand gently placed on his.
He opened his eyes, to find Irene Adler staring back at him.
"Hello there," she said.
"What are you doing here?" He asked sounding almost surprised.
" I realized I never thanked you for saving my life. " She then held out his phone. "And you also forgot this," she said as she slipped it into his shirt pocket.
"Thank you" Sherlock said.
Her hand lightly grazed from his shirt pocket, down his arm. She then gently wrapped her fingers around Sherlock's wrist.
"Your pulse is elevated."
Sherlock leaned in closer. "Your pupils are dilated."
" What can you deduce about that, detective?" She whispered, their noses so close they were practically touching. Sherlock said nothing, but just stared into her eyes, as he tilted his head and pressed his lips against hers...
Sherlock looked up out the window and scoffed, " the Women."
He then looked back down at her camera phone, "The Women."