One More Time
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One More Time
Fourteen: Scandal II
They had arrived home and Joan was writing in her computer a few more notes and she noticed noise.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"I'm going into battle Joan, I need the right armor." He told her.
'My scales are like armor.' Her mind supplied and she turned to see Sherlock, who was wearing a jacket.
"No." he said and she smiled going back to typing.
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"So, what's the plan?" Joan asked Sherlock as they were back in the cab.
"We know her address."
'We just are going to ring her doorbell?"
"Exactly." He told her, before talking to the cabbie. "Just here please."
They got down from the cab and Joan looked around.
"You didn't even change your clothes." Joan told him.
"Then it's time to add a splash of color."
"Are we here?" she asked.
"Two streets away, but this will do."
"For what?" Joan asked.
"Punch me in the face." Sherlock told her and Joan looked at him.
"Punch you."
"Yes, punch me in the face." he told her. "Didn't you hear me?"
"I always hear 'punch me in the face' when your speaking but it's usually subtext." She told him. Sherlock looked at her.
"Oh for God's sakes!' he said and slapped her, he didn't want to hurt his Doctor, but he knew she needed
"Oh." Joan turned and raised her arm punching him.
"Ow!" he said. Joan was massaging her knuckles.
"Thank you, that wasn't, that was…"
'Ah!' Joan said and took Sherlock down which surprised him.
"Okay, I think we're done now, Joan." He said as Joan was on top of him trying to take him down.
"You want to remember Sherlock." Joan said. "I was a soldier, I killed people."
"You were a Doctor!"
"I had bad days."
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"Hello?"
"Oh, um, sorry to disturb you." Sherlock said. "Um, I've just been attacked, um, and I think they, they took my wallet and, um, and my phone, um, please could you help me?"
'I can phone the police if you want."
"Thank-you, thank you. Could you please?" Sherlock told the woman. "Would you mind if I just waited here, just until they come? Thank you, thank you so much." Sherlock told her as the door opened and he walked in.
"Thank you, uh." Katie asked.
"I saw it all happen." Joan told her. "I'm a Doctor." She said.
"Now, have you got a first aid kit?" Joan asked.
"In the kitchen, Please."
"Thank-you."
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Sherlock was citing down on the couch waiting for Joan and the Woman.
"Hello, sorry to hear that you've been hurt." He heard the voice. "But I don't think Kate caught your name?" the woman came in and Sherlock was surprised.
"I'm so sorry, I'm—"
"Oh it's always hard to remember an alias when you've had a fright isn't it." she told him, the Woman was naked and she came walking to him. and sat on his lap. "There, now we're both defrocked. Mr. Sherlock Holmes."
"Miss Adler, I presume?"
"Look at these cheekbones, I could cut myself slapping that face, would you like to try?" she asked him.
"Right this should do it." Joan said coming in and stopped seeing that woman sitting on Sherlock's lap and she didn't like it. "I've missed something haven't I?"
"Please, sit down." Irene told them. "Or if you'd like some tea, I can call the made."
"I had some at the Palace." Sherlock told her.
"I know."
"Clearly."
"I had tea too, at the place, if anyone's interested." Joan said and she put the platter down, seeing as she was being ignored.
"Do you know the big problem with a disguise, Mr. Holmes?" Irene asked. "However hard you try, it's always a self-portrait."
"You think, I'm a vicar with a bleeding face."
"No, I think you're damaged, delusional and believe in a higher power, in your case its yourself." she told him. "Hmm, and somebody loves you." She said and looked at Joan. "If I had to punch that face, I'd avoid your nose and teeth too."
"Could you put something on, please, anything at all a napkin?" Joan told her.
'Why?" Irene asked. "Are you feeling exposed?"
"Joan is a Doctor, while would you being like this bother her, she is trying to be polite." Joan wasn't really paying attention to Sherlock, it was a challenge and Joan smiled before she took her jacket off and the shirt she was wearing while covering her shoulder and she didn't notice Sherlock was looking at her, exactly in shock.
"Here." Joan told Irene, putting her jacket back on.
"Silk, this is not my size." Irene told her.
"Neither is mine, but it will cover you." Joan said.
"Joan is right; if I wanted to look at naked woman I would borrow her laptop." Sherlock said also giving her his coat.
"You do borrow my laptop." Joan told him.
"I confiscate it." Sherlock told her.
"Oh never mind." Irene said trying to get Sherlock's attention away from Joan's. "We have better things to talk about. Now tell me, I need to know, how was it done?"
"What?"
"The hiker with the bashed in head, how was he killed?" Irene asked.
"That's not why I'm here."
"No, no you're here for the photographs but that's never going to happen and since we're here just chatting anyway…"
"That's story's not been on the news yet, how do you know about it?" Joan asked walking over to the couch were the woman was sitting.
"I know one of the policemen; well I know what he likes."
"Oh and you like police men." Joan told her.
"I like detective stories." Irene told Joan. "And detectives, brainy's the new sexy."
"Position of the cave…" Joan and Irene turned toward Sherlock and Joan was a bit in shock, Sherlock had sounded nervous. "Uh, the position of the car, relative to the hiker at the time of the backfire, that and the fact that death blow was to the back of the head, that's all you need to know."
"Okay tell me, how was he murdered."
"He wasn't." Sherlock answered and Joan looked at him.
"You don't think he was murdered?"
"I know he wasn't."
"How?"
"The same way I know the victim was an excellent sports man, recently returned from foreign travel, and the photographs, I', looking for are in this room."
"Okay, but how?"
"So, they are in this room." Sherlock said. "Thank you. Joan, man the door, let no one in."
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Sherlock and Irene were in the room, when the fire alarmed turned on.
"On hearing a smoke alarm, a mother would look towards her child." Sherlock told Irene. He moved toward the mirror. "Amazing how fire exposes our priorities, I really hope you don't have a baby in here." He moved to open the safe.
"All right Joan, you can turn it off now."
"Give me a minute, thank you." He heard an answer.
"You should always use gloves with these things you know." Sherlock told Irene. "Heaviest oil deposit us always on the first key used that's quite clearly a three, but after that the sequence, it's almost impossible to read. I see from the make that it's a six digit code, can't be your birthday no disrespect but clearly you were born in the 80's and 8's barely used, so…"
"I'd tell you the code right now," Irene told him. "You know what I'll ready have, think." Sherlock looked at Irene and that's when the door opened.
"Hands behind your head, on the floor, kept it still." The man came inside and Sherlock wondered where Joan was.
"Sorry Sherlock." Joan said as she came inside. Sherlock was not happy, seeing the gun at his Doctor's head.
"Miss Adler on the floor."
"Don't you want me on the floor."
No sir, I want you to open the safe." the man told him.
"American interesting." Sherlock said. "Why would you care?"
"Sir, the sake, now, please."
"I don't know the code." Sherlock told him.
"We've been listening, she said she told you."
""Well if you've been listening, you'll know she didn't."
"I'm assuming I miss something." The man said. "From your reputation I'm assuming you didn't, Mr. Holmes."
"For God's sake, she's the one who knows the code, ask her!" Joan snapped.
"Yes sir, she also knows the code that automatically calls the police and sets off the burglar alarm." The man told her. "I've learn not to trust this woman."
"Mr. Holmes doesn't…" Irene began.
"Shut up—one more word out of you, just one, and I'll decorate that wall with the inside of your head." The man warned her. "That for me will not be a hardship, Mr. Archer by the count of three shoot Dr. Watson."
"What?"
"I don't know the code." Sherlock told them, he was looking at Joan though.
"One."
"I don't know the code."
"Two."
"She didn't tell me, I don't know it."
"I'm prepared to believe you, any second now." The man told Sherlock.
"Three."
"No, Stop!" Sherlock said turning back to the safe.
"Thank you, Mr. Holmes open it, please." Sherlock looked at the safe and he knew something was off.
"Vatican cameos!" Joan bent down when the bullet flew. They all began to move and fight. Sherlock took the phone from the safe.
"Do you mind?" Sherlock told to Irene.
"Not at all." Irene answered and hit the man with the gun.
"He's dead." Joan told him.
"Thank you." Irene said. "You were very observant."
"Observant?" Joan asked.
"I'm flattered."
"Don't be." Sherlock told her.
"Flattered."
"There'll be more of them; they'll be keeping an eye on the building."
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"We should call the police." Joan told Sherlock as they walked out.
"Yes." Sherlock told her and began to shoot.
"Oh for God's sake." Joan told him.
"Shut-up it's quick." Sherlock told her. "Check the rest of the house, see how they got in."
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Sherlock look at Irene and showed her the phone.
"Well that's the knighthood in the bag." Sherlock told her.
"Oh and that is mine." Irene told him.
"All the photographs are on here, I presume?"
"I have copies here of course."
"No you don't." Sherlock told her. "You have permanently disabled any kind of uplink or connection, unless the content of this phone are probably unique. You wouldn't be able to sell them."
"Who said I'm selling?"
"Why would they be interested?"
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"Jesus! What are you doing?" Joan asked and ran to Sherlock on the ground.
"He'll sleep for a few hours, make sure he doesn't choke on his own vomit, it makes for a very unattractive corpse." Irene told her Joan was not happy that woman had drugged Sherlock.
"What did you give him?" Joan asked. "Sherlock."
"He'll be fine; I've used it on loads of my friends." Irene told Joan.
"Sherlock, can you hear me?" she asked, Sherlock kept looking at Joan and he wanted to talk to her, keep those worried eyes away.
"I was wrong about him." Irene told Joan. "He did know we're to look."
"For what?" Joan asked. 'What are you talking about?"
"The key code to my safe."
"What was it?"
"Shall I tell her?" Irene asked Sherlock and he wanted to stop her. "My measurements." She said and disappeared.
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"Greg." Joan said trying to stop him from filming Sherlock. Greg just smiled at Joan but this was a bit of gold, Sherlock had been speaking about gold and hoards for a few minutes.
"Joan." Sherlock said and she turned to him.
"You're going to be alright." She told him touching his hair and holding his hand.
"Joan you're very—very pretty." Sherlock said and Greg's jaw drop and he wasn't the only one. Joan looked at Sherlock in surprise.
"What?" Joan asked trying really hard not to blush.
"My treasure in the shadows." He told her before blacking out.
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"Joan? Joan?" Sherlock screamed as he had woke up. Joan opened the door.
"You okay?"
"How did I get here?" He asked her.
"Well, I don't suppose you remember much, you weren't making a lot of sense." Joan told him, a part of her was disappointed and she didn't know why. "Oh, I should warn you, I think Lestrade filmed you on his phone."
"Where is she?"
"Where's who?" Joan asked
"The woman, that woman."
"What woman?" she asked.
"The woman."
"Oh, Irene Adler?" Joan asked. "She got away; no one knows where she was, Sherlock." She said and noticed he was moving around. "What are you…What? No, no, no back to bed." She told him putting him back. "You'll be fine in the morning just sleep."
"Of course I'll be fine," Sherlock told her. "I am fine, I'm absolutely fine."
"Yes, you're great" Joan told him. "Now, I'll be next door if you need me."
"Why would I need you?" Sherlock asked her.
"No reason at all." Joan said and closed the door.
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Joan sighed as she sat down on her couch and looked into the fire. She didn't know if something was wrong, but she felt a small headache and she wasn't in her chair, but in a room, it was nice very homey. She was holding onto something. She began to hear humming and then a voice deep as it began to sing.
'Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away ere break of day
To find out long forgotten gold
The pines were roaring on the height
The winds were moaning in the night
The fire was red, it flaming spread'
She didn't realize that she was singing out loud and Sherlock was listening from his room and falling asleep, even after getting the text from the woman.
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"Bella!" Kilian screamed out as he woke up. He looked around the room and notice that he wasn't with Tauriel and kids, or with Fili. He wasn't in a Mountain he was in his room. His door opened and Fili was standing there.
"Kilian are you alright." Phillip asked.
"Fili, where's Bella?" Kilian asked. Phillip looked at him and knew that he remembered.
"Kili, I have something to tell you." Fili told him.
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