Author's note: I tend to make up names of TV shows, gadgets and so on. Just thought you'd like to know.
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The Adler Woman
Later that day, after a long irritating and pointless interview with Lestrade Sherlock returned to 221b, threw himself on the couch and finally gave into his body's desire for sleep. He woke at the touch of a soft feminine hand caressing his face. She sat perched on the edge of the couch a pair of bright green, mischievous eyes looking at him. He pushed himself up into a seated position out of her reach.
"What are you doing here?" He asked coldly. The woman smiled teasingly.
"Can't I visit an old friend?" Her voice was soft with a slight American twang. She was tall and slim, with bronze coloured hair flecked with red and gold.
"We were never 'old friends' Irene." Sherlock said coolly rising from the couch.
"Old times then?" Irene suggested, settling back into the couch spreading her arms along the back.
"To be accurate. One old time." Sherlock corrected.
"But it left such a lasting impression." Irene said with a smile. Sherlock looked at her his expression softened briefly.
"Well? Why are you here?" Sherlock asked.
"Do you mean 'here in Britain?' or 'here in Baker street'?"
"Both."
"I'm here promoting my latest film 'The Daisy Killers'. I'm on 'The Wiseman show' tonight."
"How good for you." Sherlock said.
"No need for sarcasm." Irene replied.
"I thought you'd be here chasing a husband or something."
"I have one. Thanks for the offer though." Sherlock rolled his eyes. Irene smiled wickedly and continued. "Gordon Clark. The financier?"
"Ah, chairman of the Clark and Smith Holdings PLC?" Sherlock asked
"The same. I met him 10 years ago...After my divorce." She narrowed her eyes meaningfully. "We were very happy believe it or not. He's giving s lot of money to the Church of Utnapishtim."
"And you're worried about you eventual divorced settlement?"
"I don't get divorced for fun you know."
"How do you want me to help?" Sherlock asked.
"Call it instinct but I think there's something wrong with that church." She shook her head thoughtfully.
"There was a lot of controversy surrounding it."
"So all the evidence you have is simple instinct?" Sherlock said derisively. She narrowed her eyes.
"You're not going to help?"
"No." Sherlock said, and walked over to the window and looked out of it.
"Hmm. I knew that'd be your answer."
Just then the door opened and John came in. He stopped in the doorway and stared at Irene.
"Hi!" she said coming over to him. "You're John Watson aren't you? I love you blog!" she smiled at him and looked back at Sherlock.
"Are you absolutely sure?" She asked. Sherlock shot her an icy look. She inclined her head towards him and then left. John turned in shook to Sherlock.
"That was Irene Adler!" He said gasping. Sherlock threw himself back on to the sofa with a newspaper.
"Irené." Sherlock corrected automatically.
"That was her? Star of 'The Daisy Killers'?" John sounded surprised. Sherlock sighed not looking at him.
"Irene Adler. Forty-two years old. Actress, musician, novelist. She speaks eight languages fluently and she has travelled around the world twice."
"Remarkable." John said
"She's been married twice, and had numerous lovers in-between. In her previous divorce she was not cited as the 'guilty party'." Sherlock continued.
"How do you know her?" John asked. Sherlock glanced at him.
"We met. Once." Sherlock said, from the tone in his voice John knew he would get no further.
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