'Goodbye John'
John screamed in response but Sherlock had no choice but to ignore his cries.
Throwing his phone behind him before taking a deep breath he fell to his supposed death.
The body laid on the floor while the emergency services surrounded him, John rushed over hardly being able to believe his eyes, and with the last shred of hope left in him he took Sherlock's pulse...
Nothing
Taking in the realisation he walked away now with tears in his eyes.
#Meanwhile#
Running, running, running
He couldn't stop not matter how hard it was, neither could he lose track of the precise and intricate plan he had devised with the help of Mycroft, Molly, his homeless network and surprisenly Irene Adler.
Sure she had worked for Moriarty, beat him and most of all confused him to no end but she was clever and trustworthy since she did owe him her life...
#Seven months ago#
After weeks of living in the terrorist prison, it was finally time for her execution. Irene Adler had finally met her end, she had cheated death so many times before, even faked it once! But all that was stopped by one man. Sherlock Holmes.
So there she was, on her knees, her head bowing over slightly. Accepting her fate. She convinced the workers to let her send one more text.
He watched her almost painfully typing her final words, her hands shaking. He was honestly touched when he saw she was sending it to him, he expected harsh words threats and cursing, but all it said was a simple goodbye.
She pressed send and the worker retreated. She closed her eyes
For a couple of seconds he pretended to be preparing to avoid arousing any suspicion. In fact he was waiting for the ringtone to sound.
"Ahhhhh"
Irene whipped her head round, tears of happiness forming in her eyes
"When I say run, run"
Sherlock swung the machete backwards killing the guard behind, then knocking out the one in front.
"RUN!"
Irene did as he told and followed him, she took his hand so she could keep up.
They ran in and out of alleyways, markets even some rooftop hopping. Irene struggled to keep up during this with the lack of food and hard labour she had been through recently she was completely and utterly worn out.
Finally they reached their destination, a large hotel, a lot posher than she had expected but it made sense, she had worked out that the strategy was to hide in a crowd and blend in which they could easily do in a hotel full of English and American business men and women.
They hadn't said a word to each other during their little moment of action and she did't dare say a word until they were alone.
After they had been given their room key Sherlock immediately took large and hastily quick steps always managing to keep about a metre in front of her.
When they arrived Sherlock swiped the card and opened the door letting Irene in first. She could not believe what she was seeing, he had booked the penthouse suite that covered half of the top floor of the absolutely gigantic hotel. They had entered into a large living area with a widescreen tv and a expensively furnished seating area. Across the hall was a small kitchen with a computer and dining table, all in white almost gleaming. And right in the distance was a king sized bed covered with an excessive amount of pillows. She almost smirked when she saw that they would be sharing a bed.
Sherlock walked out onto the balcony and looked at the view, Irene followed.
They stood there for a few moments looking at the vast city below, Karachi, Sherlock acted unaffected by her presence but she deducted that he was not a bit comfortable.
His hands were placed equally in front of him. Irene placed her hand on his and as he turned round with a look of confusion of his face she planted a lingering peck on his lips and then put her arms around his neck and her head on his shoulder before he could say a word.
He hesitantly wrapped his arms around he waist returning the hug. After all it was common courtesy.
"Thank you" Irene whispered softly in his ear
"You're welcome" he replied in the same tone
He pulled away first. "We need to change clothes if we wear these outfits people will be suspicious"
Irene nodded in reply slightly disappointed that he had exited her embrace so quickly.
Sherlock grabbed their two large suitcases and pulled out of them a white shirt and black suit and bow tie (the dress code in a hotel of this standard) and for Irene a blood red strapless dress that was short and the front and floor length at the back. Her eyes widened with surprise this would not have been cheap at all, if it wasn't Sherlock she would have even called it a 'romantic gesture'.
"I'll get changed then" she said smiling and walked over to the bathroom.
When she returned Sherlock was fixing his bow tie... and struggling he obviously hadn't worn one in a long time.
Irene let out a small laugh and stood in front of him "let me" she tied it without any hassle
"thank you" Sherlock said she smirked in reply
"Dinner?" he said without remembering the innuendo she had made months ago
"Oh Mr Holmes I thought you would never ask" she said teasingly realising he had meant it literally
Sherlock exhaled loudly "I meant actual food you must be hungry"
"For actual food, yes, for the second meaning, I'm starving" and with that she winked at him and walked out of the hotel room.
The restaurant was modernly furnished and busy but comfortable. The waiter led them to a table for two, Sherlock moved the chair for Irene and pushed it back once she had sat down. They were then given the wine list and once they had chosen and tried it the waiter poured it into their glasses then left them.
"Why?" she said in a tone more serious than normal.
"Why what?" Sherlock exclaimed
"Why did you save me? You could have died, you risked your life"
"Well I did't ever intend to send you to your death and I couldn't let a mind like yours just go to waste"
"Why did't you just let me die, it's exactly what your brother and the government wanted. I thought you stuck to the right side of the law Mr Holmes."
"I do what I think is right, it's not always legal."
Irene sat back in her chair and the waiter handed them menus. Irene ordered duck and Sherlock had lobster.
"Does John know you're here?"
"No of course not, I told him I had a client who needs me to solve a case outside Europe. He won't suspect a thing"
Irene rolled her eyes and started to eat her meal, he was right she had been starving in that prison, it was a world away from her luxurious lifestyle that she had left behind. She was still in shock that he had come at the last minute to save her, although her calm composure remained she still wanted to thank him over and over, she couldn't even think of how she was to repay him. Well she could, but he would never agree to that.
When their meals were finished they returned to their room, never holding hands or linking arms but letting their shoulders brush against each other lightly as they walked.
Sherlock opened the door and let Irene in as soon as the door was closed she pulled the bow at the back of her dress and let it fall to the ground.
"Sherlock did you bring nightwear?" she shouted from the bedroom
"er- yes it's in the suitcase"
When she came back she was wearing a short, white, lacy nightdress, her long dark hair down and her face clear of make up. Over the nightdress she wore Sherlock's blue dressing gown, the same one she had worn at his flat so long ago.
He almost smirked when he saw her in the dressing gown.
"Tired?" he asked
"Dinner?" she replied with a flirtatious smile
"I'm not hungry" Sherlock said sternly but he was secretly happy that she was still asking him after all this time
She let out a small sigh "As you wish Mr Holmes" she walked to stand behind him and whisper in his ear "but you'll be the one pleading me soon enough" and walked back to the bedroom.
A look of confusion appeared on Sherlock's face but he soon shook it off then changed into a pair of pyjama bottoms. When he went to the bed Irene was already asleep, he quietly slipped in and turned to face her.
He did't know why but he found himself just staring at her asleep, she looked peaceful.
She was sleepy but still awake and felt his eyes on the back of her head.
"Goodnight Mr Holmes"
"Goodnight Miss Adler"