It was silent at 221B Baker Street and Sherlock Holmes was alone, wrapped up in his thoughts. Suddenly there was a soft knock at the door. Sherlock ignored it. After all, he was on the couch and the door was all the way across the room. If he was wanted so badly then whoever was knocking could just come in. But whoever it was kept knocking until Sherlock got so irritated that he angrily got up from the couch, stormed across the room and flung open the door only to be met with a considerably agitated Irene Adler.
"Well it's about time!" she cried, sighing dramatically.
Sherlock noted that she was wearing her her dark hair down and curly which was unusual in and of itself but in addition to that, she had several little blue flowers pinned in it. Her white dress was made of lace and she was sporting short lace up boots made of brown leather. This was definitely a strange outfit for Irene. She pushed past Sherlock and into the flat. Once he closed the door behind her, she turned to face him with a large smile on her face. Then, with a flourish she produced a bouquet of the tiny blue flowers from behind her back.
"They're forget-me-nots," she said. "For you."
Sherlock had to grin.
"They're lovely."
"I picked them myself. Quite a pain, might I add, but altogether worth it."
Sherlock closed the space between them.
"Thank you Ms. Adler."
"You're very welcome Mr. Holmes."
He enveloped her in a tight hug and pecked her lips gently before taking the flowers and putting them in a vase where they would stay until long after they were dead, for he couldn't stand to forget his own beautiful flower.