Calico glared at Sherlock's pipe with contempt as his lips curled around it. He smirked at her, raising a match and preparing to light it. She clutched the arms of her chair, shaking her head at the man across from her.
"Sherlock."
Sherlock knew Calico hated it when he smoked around her, and had long since figured out how to use this against her. He wanted to know where she was going that seemed so important, and Calico wasn't telling. And she wasn't showing any hints.
"Calico."
"Don't light it."
"Where are you going?"
"I don't have to tell you! I'm a grown woman."
"Regardless, I'd like to know."
"No, it's none of your buisness!"
"I'm lighting the pipe."
"No! - fine, where are you going? Tell me that." Sherlock's smile fell, and it was Calico's turn to smile triumphantly.
"... That's none of your buisness." He said, lighting his pipe and inhaling deeply. Calico coughed when the smoke made it's way to her nostrils. She smacked it out of his grasp, causing him to look at her with wide brown eyes.
"I'm going to dinner with Irene this evening. She wants to tell me something, and she says she'll feel safer with witnesses. That woman..." she said, crossing her legs and sniffling. Sherlock gave the back of his neck a scratch, a clear sign of anxiety. Calico tilted her head to the side.
"What time?"
"Around seven. Why?" Calico eyed him suspiciously. She rose to her feet and stood above him, staring down at him with a burning intesnity.
"Well, I have a dinner scheduled with her at eight tonight-"
"Buisness or pleasure?" she asked through clenched teeth. Sherlock cleared his throat nervously.
"Calico, I don't understand why you're so upset. It's not like I'm cheating on a lover with her."
"Buisness or pleasure?"
"... It depends on how you look at it?"
"Pleasure. I don't know why you bother with that woman, Sherlock. She drugs you, humiliates you, tricks you... You could do better. I don't even want to go to dinner with her, but I'm hungry and she's paying."
"What are you trying to say? She's a wonderful woman. She's the woman. Beautiful and clever. Please don't speak about her like that." Sherlock said, rising to his feet also. He and Calico stared at each other for a few long seconds before Calico looked into his chest, boiling over with anger.
"Irene Adler is a fool. You're a fool." she growled, closing her eyes and breathing deeply. Sherlock looked down at her with a slightly hurt expression, then looked to the potted plant at the door.
"Any input, John?" he asked, causing Calico to sharply turn her head.
John appeared from behind the green, a slightly guilty blush on his cheeks.
"My God, that escalated quickly. Sherlock, you speak to Calico as if you've forgotten she's a woman. Speaking of, are you okay, Calico?" the blond asked, cocking his eyebrows at her. She scoffed.
"Well, I'm not dead, am I?" she smartly responded, stomping to the door and grabbing her hat.
"I'll see you tomorrow?" John asked weakly with a small smile. Calico sniffed.
"You may or you may not. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a dinner I have no choice but to go to." she said, throwing open th door and storming out.
John turned to Sherlock, both looking confused.
"What have you done to make her upset? She's never angry."
"I'm not sure, but I'm thinking it's got something to do with the fact that she's still relativley untouched, where Irene isn't. Calico's always been jealous of women like that." Sherlock answered, retrieving his pipe and lighting it again. John shook his head.
"I think she's just jealous of Irene."
"Now, why would she be jealous of Irene?"
"If you don't see it, theres no point trying to explain. I just hope she'll be alright."