The Woman Named I

by theselectedfew

"It couldn't hurt that much, could it? Dying? Surely getting shot through the head would be a quick and easy way to go. Hopefully." Sherlock and Watson didn't know what they were getting into until it was too late. Watch as they get put in life threatening situations and what they do to solve the case! Note: Only rated T for mild peril. There is no language or adult themes.

4. Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Lestrade had been very literal when he had said that he would be waiting for us. He and the entire rest of the station were standing, guns pointed, at us. The woman showed no cowardice, though. She even took a step forward.

"Go ahead. Shoot me. You won't. Because if you do, both of my captives will be shot dead." She laughed. "Although, Sherl never really picked a side; did you, sweetheart?" She turned and kissed him on the cheek. Sherl—Sherlock—grimaced, but didn't move. She patted his cheek and turned back towards Lestrade.

"I'm sorry, but I seem to have been alluded of your name, sweetheart." Sherlock stood up straighter, his hands clasped together behind his back, a smug look on his face.

She turned once more and took one giant, graceful step towards him, stopping just inches from his face.

"I, my dear, am Irene Adler. Do you not remember me? Well, I guess that's what money can do to a woman." She started picking at the sides of her face, peeling away some sort of mask. Shock rolled across his face, his eyes anguished. He took a step back and turned his head, shaking it to clear it, stumbling, and then regaining his balance.

"Oh yes, dearie, I'm back. I hadn't wanted to involve you in all of this mess, but you didn't hold up to my expectations. So, here we are." She spread her arms wide to indicate the police station. She threw the disfigured mask across the room, and it slid to a stop at Lestrade's feet.

"Now, back to business." She moved to stand beside Sherlock, sliding a gun from her belt and pressing it against his temple.

"Give me the book."