I don't do love chapter 4
Sherlock awoke the next morning to the smell of eggs and sausage. He sat up and blinked a few times to see Irene cooking.
"You waste no time making yourself at home, do you?" He said standing.
"Why are you complaining, I'm cooking for all of us," she said without looking at him.
"You could at least put some pants on," he said walking towards the bathroom.
He heard her mumble "like you've never seen me without pants before..."
He showered and put fresh clothes on and walked back out to see three plates sitting on the table.
"Wake John up, would you? I bet he has a hangover from hell," she grinned.
"He's going to have a heart attack from hell when he sees you. Everyone thinks you're dead." He gave her a sarcastic look and knocked on John's door. He heard him grumble.
"John. Breakfast." He said and walked back to the table to sit.
She handed him a cup of tea and he took it suspiciously.
"Why are you doing all this?" He asked.
"I told you. I can never repay you. And I admit. I missed you. Even your sarcastic remarks." She grinned. All Sherlock could do was give a small laugh.
John walked lazily out of his room holding his head and went straight for the bathroom without glancing up. How he got through life so unobservantly Sherlock would never understand. When he came back out and sat at the table, where he finally looked up to Irene smiling back at him. He stared at her a moment, unsure if what he was seeing was real or if he was still a bit buzzed. He blinked a few times and looked from Irene to Sherlock and back.
"Aren't you supposed to be dead?" He said to her.
"Suppose to be, yes. But I had help," she glanced at Sherlock.
"You...helped her? How? I thought terrorists had beheaded her? How can you possibly intervene with that? You know what...never mind. I don't even want to know," he said and picked up his fork and began eating.
"When did your companion leave last night?" Sherlock asked.
"I dunno...I must have passed out." John admitted.
"Around one," Irene said, "I saw her when I got up to get water. Sherlock, you certainly are a hard sleeper. She wasn't exactly quiet."
He sipped his tea.
"Anyway, so what are our plans today boys?" She said looking determinedly from one to the other.
"Our plans?" Sherlock said setting his tea down looking at her.
"Yes. What shall we get into today? Have any hard-hitting cases you need help with? Any bad guys to round up and ship off to jail? Anything like that?"
Sherlock stared in disbelief a moment.
"You come here, risking your life to see me again, and you think you're going to help me solve crimes?"
She raised her eye brows at him. "Well yeah...you do concentrate well with me around do you not? Or do you just like to show off?"
John interrupted, "he actually does enjoy showing off."
Sherlock glanced at him and back to the eager faced woman.
"It's not safe for you to so much as leave the flat, let alone come out and help me do my job. And I am not a show off John Watson, she does in fact help me think clearer but it's much too dangerous to bring her anywhere. Unless...you haven't been in contact with Moriarty, have you?" He stared Irene down.
"Of course not, he thinks I'm dead as well." He could tell she was telling the truth.
"Why do you ask?" She said.
"In case you were on some secret mission to kill me or something. But I can tell that's not why your here, so we can drop it at that. John, we are heading to the country side to visit the scene of the murder we were informed of a few days ago."
"I have plans," John said
"Yes, your plans are to help me," Sherlock said standing.
"No, Sherlock, I've made plans with some friends to go out today. I asked you days ago to go to that scene and you repeatedly said no so I thought you weren't interested. So therefore, I'm not going. I've got plans." John said firmly, taking another bite of sausage and walking to his room to dress.
He didn't want to look down at Irene, he knew she was grinning in hopes of going.
"Get your coat Mrs. Adler," he said quietly. "Wear your hair down, not too much make up, and don't speak to anyone while we are out."
"Your letting me come?" She said incredulously.
"I decided I can't leave you here alone...I don't trust you that much. Hurry up let's go." He grabbed his shoes to put on while she scurried off to dress. A few minutes later they were both ready to go and John had already left.
"So, tell me about this murder scene?" She said tightening the scarf around her neck.
"You will see all you need to once we are there."
They flagged down a taxi to take them to the train station where they were quickly on their way to the English country side.