''Shadows of Baker Street''

It was sunny outside Baker Street. Noises of cars, bicycles and people chatting as they pass by woken up the whole street. And one recognizable sound, the sound of cup and saucer clinging just outside the room where Sherlock Holmes just woken up. He knew exactly what was happening outside that room, John writing meaningless stuff on his blog and Mrs. Hudson trying to clean up the usual mess on the table. As he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was this dark-brown curly hair covering his view, from the person next to him. As he carefully brushed the hair away, the smell of roses lingered all over his body. As he carefully moved out of the bed, a hand appeared around his waist.

-''Good Morning!'' Irene's head popped into Sherlock's side where he sat.

-''Good Morning'' He replied with his deep voice. As he sat awkwardly.

-''I'm sorry is this making you uncomfortable?'' She raised her eyebrows as she looked at her hands rapped around his waist.

-''Yes'' He replied

-Irene smiled and sat up behind him. She ran her hands above his chest, as she enjoyed the smell of his skin. She leaned forward and whispered behind his ears.''You know, I can turn this thing from being uncomfortable to comfortable.''

-Sherlock froze for a while, but as he realized that Irene was starting to unbutton his shirt he stood up from the bed, and walked towards the door. ''Come out when you are ready for breakfast'' He said before closing the door behind him.

Minutes later, Irene came out and sat at the table with the men.

-''How is your wound doing Miss. Adler?'' John asked nicely

-''Still hurts, but I'll live'' Irene smiled.

-''Well that's good to hear, I'll check on it later.'' John smiled back

-''Thank you John, for doing this'' Irene reached out to his hand.

Sherlock spent the rest of the day in the laboratory at St. Bar'ts. While John spent the day in the flat with Irene. As he checked on her wound, he never thought the day would become so interesting.

-''It will take a couple of days for the wound to heal.'' John looked at Irene while he covered the wound with a band-aid.

-''Thanks again'' Irene smiled as she sat on Sherlock's favorite chair.

-''So, how are you doing?'' John asked while he sat on the chair opposite to hers.

-''Well my doctor said the wound would heal in a couple of days.'' Irene smiled not wanting to give John the right answer.

-''You know what I mean Miss. Adler.'' John raised his eyebrow.

-Irene sighed.''I'm fine'' she replied as she turned her direction into the fireplace.

-''Really? Because if you need someone to talk to I have a thera-''

-''I'm fine, John really, besides there's nothing a woman can't handle'' Irene smirked.

-''He cares for you, you know?'' John began.

After a long pause Irene finally turned her direction to John's, and replied.''It's Sherlock he doesn't care for anyone but himself. And if he would have cared for anyone it wouldn't be me.''

-''Well yeah Sherlock is Sherlock. But I do think that he cares, he just- just doesn't know it. All he knows is that he is solving crimes to get rid of his boredom, but what he's really is doing is that he is helping people. It's one way to care for others, he might not know it now but he probably would later on. And one thing I am sure of, is that if he ever begin to care for somebody, or if he already did it would be you Miss. Adler. As a prof he just saved your life'' John replied with a smile.

-''Well think all you want Dr. Watson, but I don't think his theories would change.''

-''How about you. Do you care about him?'' John asked curiously, after the long pause he continued.''I mean you did protect him didn't you? You were suppose to lead him into Moriarty's trap, but you didn't do that, infact you risked your life to save his.''

-Irene looked up at John with her blue sparkling eyes and said.''He wasn't suppose to be a part of the game, it was my payment not his.'' She replied without looking away from Johns eyes.

-''So you do care for him'' John smirked

-''I didn't say tha-''

-''You know what, you and Sherlock have too much in common. You could be the woman version of him, infact yes, you are the woman version of him.''

-Irene gave a small laugh. ''I don't think he would be pleased with that comment John. Compairing his intelligence with another human being.''

-''Well you are not, just another human being you are Irene Adler. The woman. The only woman that caught Sherlock Holmes attention.'' said John.

-''There is nothing between us John'' She looked down on the floor, then looked up again.

-''But I saw you two in bed together'' John asked confused.

-Irene laughed. ''I was teasing him, we never slept together. You know John I can't believe I'm saying this, but with all the powerful men and women I've been with... Sherlock is the hardest one to seduce.'' Irene shook her head.

-John laughed. ''Who would have thought , the greatest dominatrix couldn't seduce an man that doesn't have any experience'' John teased.

-''Just wait and see...'' Irene teased back.

-''But he do care for you though, there's something about you that brings his... human side.''

-''You know what I think John?'' Irene looked at him while he shook his head.''I think that this is about Sherlock learning what love is instead of Sherlock falling in love. So whatever is in that mind of yours, your wrong.'' She stared at him.

-''I may not be as smart as you Miss Adler, but believe me I'm right this time.'' John smiled and stood up from the chair.''Well see you tomorrow then'' He smiled.

-''Yes, goodnight John.'' Irene smiled and walked into the bedroom.

It was half past midnight when Sherlock came back from his research He carefully opened the door, expecting Irene to be already asleep. But instead he saw her sitting by the window staring at the streets of London, as the moonlight shined on her.

-''Your still up'' Sherlock asked as he walked towards her.

-''I-um yes, I couldn't sleep.'' Irene replied and faced Sherlock.

-Sherlock saw her teary eyes, shinning perfectly as the moonlight reflected on her. Her face looked tired and innocent. But still her beauty glowed.''Everything alright?'' He asked as he sat infront of her.

-''Yes, why do you ask?'' She smiled, as she looked into his eyes. She thought his eyes looked worried, but she discarded the idea. His curls were a little bit messy from the hard work all day. His face also looked tired and innocent, but the beauty and his cheekbones are still perfect.

-''You have been crying'' He replied.

-''No I was just thi-''

-''Irene, he is not going to hurt you again. I assured that. And I'm never wrong'' He replied, as he awkwardly touched her hands.

-Irene smiled. ''I know I was just trying to get all the bad memories of him out of my head.'' Irene leaned forward and kissed his cheek, just an inch away from his lips. As she pulled away their eyes were focused on each other, their faces were just inches away apart, so as their lips.

As Sherlock looked into her eyes, he thought to himself for the next thing to happen. He thought if it was the right thing to do, would he let his heart dominate hit brain? Would he be willing to take that risk for the woman, for Irene Adler. Is this the time for him to find out if he really has affections for her?

As Irene looked into his eyes, she thought to herself for the next thing to happen. As this was her line of expertise, she knew that when one of them makes the move something intimate is going to happen. She has always tried to seduce him or get him to kiss her, and she knew this was the perfect time. Both of them were drawn to each other, but something was different that night, she thought that this was something different something special. And even though it was very weird, and uncomfortable for her, she realized that she was scared. Scared that it might be a mistake, and that he might not want her.

As both of them looked away at each others eyes, and looked at each other lips instead. They moved their heads nearer to each other and said each others name at the same time. As the moonlight shed into their window, a shadow of a man and a woman pulling themselves to each other, was the greatest sight of Baker street.