A female voice once again erotically moaned from Sherlock's phone.
'Oh for…' Sherlock began but somehow stopped himself from saying anything further. He had fallen asleep on Mrs. Hudson's sofa in the living room and knew that, even without any full deductions of his, sound travelled much further at night, more so through the thin walls of the flat –something he had found out with a late night with John.
Reaching into his pyjama trouser pocket he retrieved his phone and cursed quietly at the phone when the bright, glaring light struck his eyes. He knew it was from her due to the text tone, and from the time of night it was, as John could bang on the wall, and Mrs. Hudson shout. Lestrade, well, the blues and tu's would be outside, and Mycroft? Let's not worry about him, as they had fallen out after Sherlock had failed to deduce that his 'playful' older brother had put vinegar in his lemonade during a meal sometime last week.
'Meet me in the park, at the fountain. Be there for half past.' IA
'Why?' SH.
Sherlock couldn't figure out that woman. So being asked to meet in her the middle of the night, at the fountain had better have a good reason.
There was an immediate response, as if Irene had been expecting that response from Sherlock.
'Trust me. Please bring a blanket and drink'.' IA.
'Anything else?' SH. His texting speed had gradually quickened as his body de-numbed itself from its sleep state.
'Just those. And yourself ;) ' IA.
Sherlock wasn't happy, as this was the third night running that he had been woken by the woman. He had put on John's brown shoes had his famous black coat and headed out to the park, after collecting the blanket and a flask of tea from John's emergency stash in the kitchen. Sherlock was trying to get into his mind palace whilst running there, as it was nearing half eleven, which made him more or less completely unobservant to his current reality. Despite his retreatment into his mind palace, and thus his unobserventness of the current reality, there was, he had noted, an increase of people outside, despite the time. His text alert suddenly sounded again, which gave him numerous dirty looks. 'Sorry, a friend did it. I don't know how to change it' he announced. They had better buy that he thought. Strictly speaking, it was true, although he didn't know whether to class Irene as a friend or not.