''Hidden Talent''

All four of them sat together. Sherlock insisted not to join them, but John won the argument.

''So Sherlock I have heard a lot about you.'' Mary said while she took a bite of her pie.

''You mean read'' replied Sherlock

''Um... yes John doesn't want to talk about you that much, he thinks It would be useless to explain the things that you can do, not before I meet you. He said you can read people just by looking at them.'' Mary laughed

Sherlock stared at Mary ''You think it's a joke?''

''Sherlock , just leave it... Mary do you want some more pie?'' John interrupted

''No, I just don't believe that someone could analyze such things , just by first look.'' Mary didn't mind John's question.

''Really... You are a huger yes, already knew that the moment you came in, your clothing has a lot of hair, not yours but another person's hair, and you could only get that by physical interaction, a hug, yes, I doubt you cheated on John. You love cats, but your allergic, your around children most of the time, teacher? Child care center?Orphanage? And speaking of hair, your real hair color is red not brunet. Hmmm what else you are youngest of the family, a very rich one actually, clearly your parents are workaholics, you have been practically raised by your nanny.'' Sherlock stared at Mary

''Tha- t is'' Marry could barely speak

''Sexy'' Irene whispered, while she stared at Sherlock

''Oh and yes, you were married before. Did you know that John?'' Sherlock smirked.

''Yes. Sherlock ofcourse I knew!. You didn't have to be so harsh on her, and Mary by the way I didn't tell him any of those things.'' John explained, while he tried to comfort Mary.

''It's okay John, I know and I asked for it.'' Marry smiled. ''Very impressive Mr. Holmes, I didn't think it was possible''

''So Mary, what do you do?'' Irene began, while John grimaced at Sherlock.

''I do a lot of different things actually. As Sherlock said I am usually around children. True. I visit orphanages, I really care for the kids that are just abandoned, so I go there and read books to them, donate some food and clothing, give medicine to the sick kids, and sometimes I take them on a trip to the mall. Just to see them smile.'' Mary explained.

''Well that is nice. You are a good person Mary'' Irene smiled.

''So enough about me, how about you!'' Mary asked curiously.

''Oh nothing interesting about me.'' Sherlock smirked. He couldn't bear the thought that the dominatrix who brought the nation down to their knees. Just said those words.

''Oh come on there must be something... Any hidden talents?'' Sherlock rolled his eyes, thinking that most of Mary's questions are just stupid. While John found their conversation very interesting.

''Well I sing. I used to perform at the ' Royal Opera House'. ''

''Wow, that's amazing! Now that is something interesting!'' Mary smiled, and clapped her hands together with excitement.

''Yes very interesting.'' John mimicked

''You sing?'' Sherlock looked at Irene with such interest

''Yes, I thought the great Sherlock Holmes knew. He who could read everyone, just by one look.'' Irene gave a teasing smile, and looked at Mary who smiled along.

''So you sing'' Sherlock murmured. Discarding the comment about him.

''Yes, does it turn you on?'' Irene raised her eyebrow, while Mary choked a little from her tea.

''It's okay you'll get used to it'' John explained to Mary.

''So are you two... tog-'' Mary began.

''Not that stupid question again! Is that some code or something or are people just that stupid. How could someone ask an unfinished question? You and Lestrade should meet, that would be something interesting to observe.'' Sherlock said

''No we are not'' Irene laughed, looking at Sherlock.

''We aren't what?, what are we not! What is the question?'' Sherlock asked frustrated

''Nothing'' Irene replied.

''I can't believe someone so smart could be so clueless in such things'' Mary, John and Irene laughed all together. While Sherlock frowned still confused, and decided to walk out of the room.

''Oh come on Sherlock it was just a joke!'' John said to Sherlock, who was heading into his bedroom.

''Is he upset or something?'' Mary asked

''He's fine, he is like a kid sometimes.'' John explained.


Half an hour later Mary decided to go home.

''Well it was a pleasure meeting you Mary'' Irene smiled

''It was a pleasure meeting you too Irene.'' Mary smiled back.

When John came back into the flat after calling a cab for Mary. He thank Irene for being so nice to Mary, and went to sleep.

When Irene went into the bedroom, she saw Sherlock sitting on the bed, while staring at the window. ''Waiting for me?'' Irene gave a flirtatious smile.

''What does that question mean? If it was even a question... ' so are you two...' what? And how could you answer such thing!. What are we not?.'' Sherlock crossed his arms and frowned.

Irene laughed, while she changed into her night wear. ''So that's what you have been thinking for half an hour now, I thought you were thinking of the things we could do tonight.'' Irene raised her eyebrow while she crawled into bed.

''So what is it?''

Irene sighed. ''I'm not telling you... It's nice that you don't know these kinds of things you know, it makes you unique, makes you who you are. Sherlock Holmes'' Irene ran her fingers on his arms. ''So what did you think about our conversation earlier, you know, the part where I can sing? You seemed interested.''

Sherlock looked at Irene, he began to have interest in the conversation. He never got any personal information about her, aside form being such a clever dominatrix. And it irritated him that Mary talked her out of it. ''I'm not answering that, you didn't answer my question'' Sherlock recovered from his thoughts. ''Besides it wouldn't be a fair game, if I'll tell you'' Sherlock tucked himself under his blanket and closed his eyes.

''No it wouldn't be'' Irene smiled.


It was dark inside the opera house. The light shed only to the people standing on the stage. A tall man with dark, curly hair played his violin in a beautiful way, and a woman with dark brown, curly hair and a sparkling green-blue eyes sang, with such beautiful voice. It was as perfect as it could get. There was a drumming sound inside his heart, that started everytime she was around. He walked towards her and spoke.

''Your voice it's indescribable. So sweet and warm, yet so strong.''

The woman looked at the man, directly in his icy-blue eyes. And said ''I've been singing for a while.'' She smiled.

''Tell me who you are, just... tell me something about you... something that would describe the real you, let me see through that mask of yours.''

''I though you already knew who I am. Well I can tell you this I am... Sherlock... ''

''Sherlock?''

''Yes, Sherlock dear. It's me Irene''

Sherlock opened his eyes and found Irene sitting on top of him.

''It was j-u... Irene? What are you doing sitting on my belly?''

''You were dreaming about me, yes?'' Irene bit her lip ''And what was I doing? Oh yes. I was singing and you played the violin?'' She smiled

''I- how did you.'' Sherlock asked, his eyes were barely awake.

''You were murmuring'' Irene gave him a flirtatious smile

''I don't murmur in my sleep''

''Yes you do and you did''

''Um guys I am goi-'' John opened the door and found Irene on top of Sherlock. ''I um sorry didn't mean to disturb. I- um going out with Mary.'' Then John closed the door.