Irene watched the door, hoping to see Kate or herself/Molly soon. After about twenty minutes of waiting, she was starting to get bored. She couldn't leave the room and she couldn't do what she wanted. If Kate were to walk in, things would get awkward and Irene was unsure she could use sex to get her way out of this. After all, she still looked like a tween.

She couldn't help but smile when the devil walked in, bringing Irene/Molly behind her.

"Irene," Irene forced herself to say. "I haven't seen you in ages, how are you?" She stood up and walked towards the awkward looking Irene Adler. The girl bit her lip, her wide eyes staring around the room, but it was her awkward toddle in her heels really took the cake. How dare Molly make her look so terrible?

"I know, it's been far too long." Molly retreated from Kate and sent her a smile. "Could you leave us, please?"

Kate nodded and walked out of the room, leaving Molly and Irene to talk.

"Molly Hooper, I swear to God, if you do anything that ruins my reputation, I am going to murder you," Irene threatened.

Molly blushed and nodded. "Well, don't ruin my reputation, either," she mumbled.

After a laugh, Irene shook her head. "When we switch, you're going to be so grateful because I will have Sherlock Holmes waiting on you hand and foot. Now, sweet, what on earth can you offer me?"

Molly looked at her feet and bit her lip. "Erm…"

"That's what I thought. Now, Kate, that woman, does not respond well to manners. I know what she likes and it is not manners. Got that, darling?" Irene said, the laughter gone. Again, Molly nodded and shrunk back a bit. "Oh for crying out loud, why did I have to swap with you? You're so meek and shy." Irene pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed. "Look, tell Kate you're going away for a bit, get her to pack some clothes for any and all occasions. We'll need some makeup and supplies. She'll know what that means. If not, just wink. Tell her to e-mail the schedule. We'll regroup at your flat and organise our next plans of attack. I'll run you through your clients and-"

"Wait," Molly interrupted, "clients? What do you do?"

Irene smirked and sat down on the couch again. "I'm a dominatrix."

Feeling her cheeks heat up, Molly looked at the ground and sat down beside Irene, a frown forcing its way on her face.

"I don't think I can do that…"

"And that's why I'm going to teach you! So convenient, actually, because I've got you on holiday leave so I don't have to leave your apartment."

"Erm, shouldn't Kate come as well? She said something about looking after my appointments?" Molly chewed her bottom lip and Irene groaned.

"I don't need her. Tell her to leave some time between each client. Also, have today and tomorrow off. Tell her to reschedule any time convenient for them that matches with us. Move other clients if needed."

Molly wasn't sure what she was doing as she left Irene and went to find Kate. How on earth was she supposed to be rude to someone?

"Wait, how do I talk to Kate?" Molly asked, bitting her lip.

Irene rolled her eyes. "Don't say please or thank you. Treat her as Sherlock treats you. Except for when he bullshits his way to getting your help."

"Er, Kate, I require your assistance," Molly said as she walked into the study.

Kate spun around in the chair and looked over at Molly. "How can I help you, Miss Adler?" she asked.

"I- er, I need you to pack a suitcase for me for any and all occasions. I'll require makeup, too, and supplies. I'll also need you to e-mail me my schedual, leaving time in between each client, and cancelling today and tomorrow. Fit them in as desired," Molly said before turning around, resisting the urge to say 'please'.

"Alright," Kate started. "Where are you going?"

"I'm staying with Molly for a bit. I don't want you to escort me."

"Of course, Miss Adler," Kate said and stood up, walking past Molly and to the wardrobe room.

Molly was so glad that was over. She didn't really want to deal with Kate; she made Molly feel uncomfortable.

While Molly watched Kate pack the bag and made sure to get makeup, Irene sat in Speedy's drinking a vanilla latte. She couldn't help but think about the fact that Sherlock was sitting upstairs in his flat, talking to John, maybe Mrs Hudson. She resisted the urge to walk upstairs and talk to Sherlock. After all, she had no reason to be there and he'd probably scorn her.

As she took another sip, the phone in her bag trilled. Irene looked down at it and pulled out the phone.

I'll be at Bart's in half an hour. –SH

Irene sighed and stated to text back.

So? –Molly

It was only a few moments later when the phone trilled again.

I'll need you there. –SH.

I'm not going to Bart's, you idiot. –Molly

You have to be there. I need you and no-one else will work with me. –SH

That's not my problem. –Molly

Please, Molly. I need you. I don't have anyone else. I'll make it worth your while. –SH

No. –M

I'm leaving Baker Street now. If you're not there in half an hour, don't bother talking to me again. This is a huge case. –SH

She smirked as she realised he was making his way down the stairs. Irene paid and walked to 221B, waiting outside with her arms crossed.

Half a second later, the door burst open and Sherlock almost ran into her.

"My text specifically said Bart's. What are you doing here, Molly?" Sherlock asked, wrapping his scarf around his neck.

"I was in the area and decided to let you know I will not be at Bart's. You don't seem to understand that," she replied, looking over his shoulder and at John who was rushing down the stairs.

He frowned when he saw her but forced a smile, nonetheless. "Molly, what are you doing here?" John asked.

"Just popped by to make sure Sherlock understood that I am not going to Bart's for a few weeks. If he needs help, he can talk to the other staff at Bart's. I'm not the only one who works there, despite what he may believe."

Sherlock sighed. "Can we talk about this at Bart's?"

With an eye roll, Irene shook her head and looked back at the detective. "We can talk inside or we can talk here. I am not going to Bart's, alright?"

Sherlock narrowed his eyes and began to fume. He took a deep breath and looked down at her dress. "That is an exquisite dress, Molly. It really flatters you. I like what you've done, makes you look more…" he trailed off, his eyes lazing over her body.

"No."

"Miss Hooper, I'm in a rush and I need you with me," he said, his composure shattered as he got more and more impatient.

"Doctor. It's Doctor Hooper, Mr Holmes. Now, for Christ's sake, don't keep expecting me to drop my entire life and cater to you! I'm going to not be at work for a few weeks," Irene said before cupping his chin and squeezing his cheeks. "So, Mr Holmes, don't you dare expect me to come to Bart's until I'm ready to come back. Alright?" The detective tried to struggle out of her grasp but she squeezed tighter and frowned. "Shush shush, Sherlock. Yes or no?"

"Yes, fine."

Irene raised an eyebrow. "Yes, what?"

"Yes, Molly," he all but spat.

She frowned even further and squeezed his cheeks more. "My name is Doctor Hooper. Try again. Yes, what?"

"Yes, Doctor Hooper," he said through clenched teeth.

Irene dropped her hand and crossed her arms. "Good boy. I'll see you later. Don't try getting me back to Bart's any time soon, darling, or I'll have to teach you a lesson," she told him before turning around and walking back to Molly's flat.

As Irene walked away, John laughed. "I never thought I'd see the day where Molly stands up to herself in such a public display."

Sherlock sighed. "I don't know what just happened but I won't let her do that again."

The Doctor clapped Sherlock's shoulder as the boys walked onto the street. "I'm not sure she'll give you a choice," he said.