Sherlock reached out and grasped Irene's wrist stroking her pulse point, he frowned as he realised something about the feel of her skin didn't feel right to him. He's sure that he remembered her skin being almost silk to the touch and completely flawless, the skin he was now stroking felt bumped, rough, almost grazed. He looked down quickly, raising the end of her soft woollen jumper seeing the small enraged scratches on her delicate wrist, he looked up sharply not quiet understanding fully what had happened to make the strong woman falter. Irene's reply came with a sad smile 'sometimes Mr Holmes, even the strongest of people fall.'
A/N: Awfully sorry that this is such a short fic, I just had an idea for it tonight and decided to quickly write it down on my iPod but when I had finished writing it I thought it sounded perfectly fine this way and couldn't really see a way of making it longer when I type it up tomorrow so I've also decided to just randomly post it tonight. Anyway enough of my ramblings I hope you've enjoyed this little thing please leave some reviews I'd be very grateful, Goodnight :).