Sorry it's taken so long for me to update. Here's a super long chapter to make up for it:)

Chapter 11
"Okay, the smoking. How did you know?" John questioned once they were in the cab.
"The evidence is right under your nose, John." Sherlock said. "As ever, you see but you do not observe."
"Observe what?"
"Ash tray." Sherlock said, whipping a crystal ash tray from his coat pocket. The three of them started laughing. They joked around a bit the rest of the ride.
Back at the flat, Sherlock immediately began rummaging through his wardrobe.
"What are you doing?" John asked him as clothes flew from Sherlock's room.
"Going into battle, John," Sherlock explained. "I need the right armour." He came from the room.
"And that armour is a fire suit?" Anna asked laughing. Sherlock had on a fireman's jacket. He looked down at the sleeves.
"Nope." He announced, throwing the jacket off and disappearing back into his room.
A few moments later, Sherlock came out of his room in his usual attire, announcing he was ready to go. They hailed a cab and headed to the address Mycroft had texted Sherlock.
"What's the plan?" John asked, still not really sure what was going on.
"Well, we know her address."
"So we just ring her door bell?" John said sarcastically.
"Exactly. Just here please," Sherlock told the driver. The driver pulled off to the side and let them out.
"You didn't even change your clothes," John said.
"You're just now noticing?" Anna asked.
"I was trying to add a splash of color," Sherlock said defensively.
They got out of the cab and followed Sherlock as he walked down the street a bit, and whipped off his scarf. Suddenly, he stopped and turned around.
"We're here?" John asked.
"Two streets away but this will do. Go on."
"What?"
"Punch me in the face," Sherlock said. John looked stunned.
"Punch you?"
"John if you won't, I will." Anna said smiling mischievously at Sherlock. He ignored her. There was that feeling again.
"Yes, punch me in the face. Didn't you hear me?"
"I always hear punch me in the face when you're speaking but it's usually subtext." John said. Sherlock rolled his eyes.
"Oh for God's sake," Sherlock muttered as he took a swing at John that brought him to his knees. Anna stepped back in surprise. John lept up and swung back at Sherlock.
"Thank you. Thank you-that was-" but Sherlock never got to say exactly what that was because without hesitation, John took Sherlock around the waist and sent him flying, John linked his arms around Sherlock's neck and swung onto his back.
"I think we've done enough John," Sherlock coughed out.
"I was a soldier Sherlock, I killed people. John muttered forcefully.
"You were a doctor!"
"I had bad days!"
Anna let them wrestle around a bit more before pulling John off of Sherlock.
"That's quite enough John, thank you." She said. She picked up Sherlock's scarf off the ground, but instead of handing it to him, she tied it around his neck. He stared at her as her slim fingers brushed against him, giving him chills. She looked up and noticed his gaze. She mentally slapped herself for flirting and backed away.
John's eyes fluttered between the two. He gave each of them a suspicious look that they both ignored.
"Well come on then." Anna said quickly. Sherlock led them to the large white house where Irene Adler was being lodged. He pulled out a handkerchief and told John and Anna to stay back. He then played the part of a man who had just been mugged. The whole performance was quite amusing and Anna and John snickered together in the bushes by the side of the house.
They waited until Sherlock was buzzed in and played witnesses to the "Attack". John explained his medical history and went to get an first aid kit while Sherlock and Anna were motioned into a sitting room.
"Well, that went well," Anna said. She and Sherlock were sitting side by side on the couch. He nodded.
"She saw through it all though, of course." Anna said laughing. "Your acting skills are really good though, almost had me convinced." She nudged him sarcastically. He rolled his eyes but smiled a little.
"I'm sorry you got hurt," a voice from the doorway said. Sherlock jumped right back into character. "I don't think Kate caught your name."
"I'm so sorry I'm-" Sherlock probably had a fake name and background story all planned out. But as soon he turned his head, everything disappeared. He stared shocked at the women in front of him. Anna shared in his shock. There was not one piece of clothing on her body. Anna quickly diverted her eyes, feeling uncomfortable. But from the corner of her eye, Anna could see Sherlock still staring. Her face burned with jealousy.
"Oh it's always hard to remember an alias when you've had a fright, isn't it?" The women said smoothly as she walked into the room.
"Well, there, now." She stood in front of Sherlock. "We're both defrocked." She reached her long fingers into his collar, pulling out the small white paper.
"Miss Adler, I presume?" Sherlock responded.
"Oh look at those cheekbones." Irene said, tilting her head a little as she admired Sherlock's face. "I could cut myself slapping that face. Would you like me to try?" She smirked at Sherlock and then raised the paper to her lips, bitting it aggressively. Anna rolled her eyes at this act. She really didn't like this Irene women.
"Alright, this should do it," John's voice came from the hallway. He stopped dead in his tracks when he entered the room. He looked down, a big confused before looking up at Anna.
"I've missed something, haven't I?" He asked.
"Yeah." She nodded.
Irene removed the paper from her mouth.
"Please, sit down," she said to John. "Or of you'd like some tea I can call the maid."
"I had some at the palace," Sherlock said.
"I know," Irene smiled and sat down in a chair. She adjusted her body so she was covering herself. Sherlock continued to stare at the women, which made Anna's face go red. Jealous? Fury? Betrayal? Maybe a combination of the three. She had to remind herself that Sherlock wasn't hers. He hadn't ever given her a second look.
"I had tea too. From the palace, if anyone's interested." John said from the doorway.
"Shut up John, no one cares." Anna snapped a bit too harshly. She made a mental note to apologize later.
Sherlock continued to stare at Irene. Then, he started switching his head between her and John. Anna finally caught on. He can't deduce anything about her, she thought. Oh she is clever to not wear a thing. There was nothing to deduce.
"Do you know the big problem with a disguise, Mr. Holmes?" Irene asked him. He raised his eyebrows. "How ever hard you try, it's always a self-portrait."
"You think I'm a vicar with a bleeding face?" Sherlock asked sarcastically.
"I think you're damaged, delusional, and believe in a higher power. In your case, it's yourself."
Sherlock glared at her. She leaned forward a bit, still admiring his face.
"Somebody loves you." She said. "If I had to punch that face, I'd avoid your noise and teeth too." She glanced suggestingly at John. He let out a short, humorless laugh.
"Could you put something on please? Uh, anything at all. A napkin."
"Why?" Irene asked. "Are you feeling exposed?" She was taunting him.
"I don't think John knows where to look." Sherlock said. John glared back at him.
"No, I think he knows exactly where." Irene stood and walked towards John. He blushed and tried to keep his eyes on hers as best he could. "I'm not sure about you." She said turning to Sherlock. He handed her his coat and she put it on.
"If I wanted to look at naked women I'd borrow John's lap top."
"You do borrow my lap top."
"I confiscate it."
"Boys." Anna said irritated. She wanted to leave. For the first time since she'd gotten there, Irene turned to look at Anna.
"And who are you sweetheart?" Irene asked.
"Anna." She said sharply.
"Oh, you're Anna. Yes I see it. I was warned about you." She said.
"Warned?" Anna smirked. "Am I a threat now?"
"More of informed, I suppose. It's a pleasure to finally meet you. I've heard...so much." Irene smiled devilishly at her.
"I wish I could say the same." Anna shot back.
"Who's informed you?" John asked, still a little lost.
"Oh, never mind." Irene said turning to him. "We've got better things to talk about. Now, tell me. I need to know. How was it done?" Irene sat herself down on the couch. Anna went to go stand by John. She was worried she'd seriously hurt the women if she was too close.
"What?" Sherlock asked.
"The hiker with the bashed in head."
"That's not why I'm here." Sherlock said, wondering why she was bringing this up now.
"No you're here for the photographs. But that's never going to happen, so since we're here just chatting anyway.
"That's story's not been on the news yet. How do you know about it?" John asked.
"I know one of the policemen. Well, I know what he likes."
"Oh," John said, feeling slightly awkward. "And you like policemen?" He sat himself down next to her.
"I like detective stories. And detectives. Brainy's the new sexy" she said smirking. Sherlock tried to say something, but it came out tongue tied. Anna raised her eyebrows. He really found this women appealing?
"Business with the car relative to the hiker at the time of the backfire. The fact that the death blow was to the back of the head, that's all you need to know." Sherlock said, pacing back and forth.
"Okay, tell me how was he murdered." Irene pried. Anna sighed. It was obvious wasn't it? Maybe this women wasn't all too clever after all.
"He wasn't," Sherlock looked smug.
"You don't think he was murdered?"
"I know he wasn't."
"How?"
"The same way that I know the photographs are in this room."
"Okay, but how?" Irene asked carefully.
"Oh, so they are in this room. Thank you," Sherlock smiled at her. "John, Anna, man the door. Let no one in."
The too nodded and left the room, leaving Sherlock and Irene alone. Something Anna wasn't all too comfortable doing.