Second part to my Sherlock/Irene story, not sure where this will end up or how long it will go on for. I've only even tried one shots so be gentle with me (:
This part of my story is thanks to coco-flavoured-tiktaks because she suggested I get Holmes to ask Irene for help in a case, but then i thought i could just make her the case and it could have interesting outcomes! And i don't think i have a good enough imagination to think up a whole case for Holmes to solve, i'll try in the future though. (:
It had been about 2months since the events with Irene, it had been a long time but Sherlock Holmes couldn't stop thinking about what she said. She constantly dragged him in and then pushed him away again; he just wished she'd admit her true feelings for him.
He hadn't had taken any interest in the cases he was being asked to take on. All snatched jewels which any sane person could work out, had been taken by pick pockets. Nothing was moving in London, where were all the villains? He had to stop thinking about Irene Adler.
Or he'd end up loving and losing her all over again.
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Holmes had fallen asleep curled up on the floor again, with a bottle of brandy in his hand. Mrs. Hudson had walked in with a pot of tea and set it down next to him, she gave Sherlock a gentle shove with her foot to wake him up. Holmes just groaned and rolled over, pulling the blanket over his head.
"Leave me be, Nanny" Came a mumble from the pile on the floor that was Sherlock Holmes.
"Come on, get up. Clarky has already been round this morning, the Inspector needs your help with someone he arrested last night, she's... difficult, to say the least.'' Mrs. Hudson said as she strolled back out of the room. Holmes was just getting up when he heard the front door slam and Mrs. Hudson greet someone.
"Watson! How nice to see you again and how is Mary?" Sherlock asked John Watson as he walked in, already trying to clear up the room.
"So let me get this straight, Irene said you were her weak spot for a second time and you didn't run after her?" Watson completely ignored Holmes attempt to ask about his life, he wanted to know why he let the woman he has wanted for god knows how many years, just walk out his door AFTER she'd kissed him. Watson turned round to listen to Holmes' ramble of excuses'.
Before Watson knew what was happening Holmes had brushed past him out the door, fully clothed and ready to set off to the police station. Watson ran after him and caught him by the front door, before Holmes walked out into his carriage.
"I heard about this woman the inspector has arrested, you want to watch her Holmes. She's trouble" Watson warned, before Holmes nodded, cleared his throat and walked out into the morning air.
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"Always a pleasure to see you Holmes'' Lestrade said in a sarcastic voice and greeted Sherlock as he stepped out the carriage. They walked into the station and through lots of different, winding hallways. They stopped in front of a door and stood, Holmes looking questionably at the inspector.
"Right we caught this girl last night she is in for stealing Lady Cromwell's Indian jewel. We checked her back records and she has committed fraud, countless affairs, breaking into property, theft... shall I go on?" Lestrade listed to Holmes, thought he'd give him an update, although he thought Holmes knew all there was to know on this particular case.
"We need a bit of co-operation from her, and we thought who better than Sherlock Holmes to sort it out for us... a battle of wit" The inspector stared at Holmes who was holding the bridge of his nose and who had a look of complete confusion on his face. The door to the interrogation room was opened but Holmes didn't notice at first.
"But as if I needed to tell you, you know this case very well" Lestrade stated, staring at Holmes and waiting for an answer.
"Well I must say inspector, this girl sounds like one I know very well indeed... it sounds to me you've either caught her twin or it's Miss. Irene Ad-" Holmes sentence faded off in to the air, because as he turned round he was shocked to see that very woman sitting there. Her arms handcuffed round the back of the chair she was on, a wooden table in the middle of her and Holmes himself. And a very dim light shining on them both.
"Good luck sir... well this will be interesting" Lestrade discreetly added to Clarky who was smirking behind them. Holmes walked in and sat down, as the metal door behind them was closed with a bang.
DUN DUN DUUUUUN! I thought i'd leave it there for a moment because i need to sort out how this will go... it might end in some feelings being admitted, who knows? Only me (: well i will hopefully update my other version too, a lot more fluffier though. OH and just to add to people, i love Watson but he will always love Mary in my stories. And Holmes will always love Irene. Watson and Holmes will just be best friends, because i noticed there are a lot of Holmes/Watson stories, which im not the biggest fan of. Anyway HAPPY WRITING ALL! (: