Irene Adler sighed. Death had brought nothing but boredom into her life. She got up from the hotel bed she was sat on and looked around the room. It was nice, she thought. Best that London had to offer. She looked at her phone. No one had called her or texted her. No contact at all. Of course it wasn't exactly surprising, she was supposed to be dead and she didn't have anywhere near as many clients as she used to.
After several moments of procrastination she made a decision. She pulled out her phone and typedI know you're not dead, let's have dinner.She sent the message and rested her phone under her chin with a smile. Irene had been watching Sherlock since she had seen him jump. At first she told herself that it was just because she wanted to make sure he had survived. Then she told herself that it was better for her to watch him than the other way round. She sighed, they were all pathetic excuses really.
Her phone buzzed and she looked at the text with a grin.How? SH. Irene rolled her eyes, not the most imaginative of responses.Because I watch you.She sat down on the bed. At least he was replying to her messages now, she supposed that she must have caught his attention. The reply was almost instantaneous.I'm not hungry. SH. She smiled, it was one of their generic answers. He was keeping to the script. She lay down and settled herself for some serious text dialogue.
Neither am I.
Fine, what do you want? SH
Meet me and find out.
Perhaps. Where? SH
My hotel?
Dull. Hotels are boring. SH
Only if you don't know how to have fun.
I know a place on the south bank. Meet me there in half an hour. SH
Fine.
Could be dangerous. Wear clothes. SH
Irene rolled her eyes, it was almost as if he thought her incapable of conforming to social standards. It wasn't something she enjoyed doing but she could, if a disguise called for it.
You know me so well.
Of course, though admittedly taking out an assassin posing as an affluent businessman at an important charity do would be quite something if you were naked. SH
Now that does sound fun. Should I take that as a compliment?
No. Wear something socially acceptable. Something elegant that you could conceal a pistol in. SH
I could do that naked.
Impressive, but I'd rather not make a scene. SH
If you turn up in your battledress, I do not know you. SH
I am not going to ask where you would keep the pistol. SH
The last three texts were sent almost straight after each other. Irene laughed, it was almost as if she could see his thought pattern.
Maybe one day I'll show you. However I will wear clothes tonight. I'll meet you in 10 minutes.
Good. SH
Irene turned to her wardrobe with a grin. Finally, something to relieve her of her boredom. She glanced through her formal dresses before picking up a long, stylish black one. "Definitely socially acceptable" She murmured with a smirk. It was slit up one leg. She could show Sherlock exactly what he'd been missing.