Well I thought long and heard about what could happen in this chapter, how it would go. And I decided to just go with a few of the ideas I had. My English teacher almost took the notes off of me... sorry if I prefer Sherlock Holmes to Poetry (: ENJOY!

It took a minute for Sherlock to come back to reality. Miss. Adler seemed to just walk in and out of his life... and once again here she is. Sitting in front of him in handcuffs, he inwardly smiled at the memory of being handcuffed to the hotel room bed, naked. She did know how to embarrass him at times.

"Well, well, well. How did you manage to get caught? One of the world's biggest criminals happens to get caught in my home town of London, and by inspector Lestrade... what went wrong Adler?" Sherlock joked.

"Alright, keep the jokes to yourself. How was I supposed to know that the Cromwell's had their very strapping 20 year old nephew staying with them? He caught me and then the called for the police... I can't believe this" Irene smirked at the thought of the very young, handsome man who had caught her.

"Oh, so you're aiming to get a young husband this time round are you?" Sherlock asked her, acting nonchalant because he didn't want to show how much it annoyed him thinking she'd been with other men. But of course Irene caught on to his double meaning question and caught him out.

"You know I only have my eyes on one man from now on..." Irene left the statement hanging in the air, through the thick silence that had fallen over them. They stared into each other's eyes, trying to figure out if there was any flicker of emotion being shown.

They both loved each other... and they both knew it.

"Yes, well. He's lucky. Anyway I'm sure I can get you out of here sometime soon-"Holmes awkwardly cleared his throat and stood up nearing the door.

"Holmes"

"After all I do help this lot sort out a lot of London's problems-"he flashed her a quick smile.

"Holmes!"

"Lestrade does owe me a few favours, so if you could just hang on for about an hour I'm sure we can have you out of here-"

"SHERLOCK!"

This time Sherlock Holmes turned round fully, standing by the door and looked at Irene, questioning the reason for her outburst. Irene really didn't know what to say or do. But it got to her, how could he just brush his feelings for her off, she has given him thousands of opportunities to admit them... she didn't know what to do.

"Err; these... these handcuffs are hurting. Could you get them off for me first?" Irene awkwardly asked, stuttering her words. She completely avoided eye contact with him until she heard the door open and saw Sherlock ask the guard to take her cuffs off and bring her to Lestrade's office. Sherlock then walked off with the task of getting Irene Adler off the hook... for the millionth time.

Irene Adler had been sat on a wooden chair directly opposite Lestrade's office. She could see Sherlock pacing up and down and mumbling things to the inspector. He was wonderfully clever and witty, she'd be out of here in no time. She hung her head and stared at her hands on her lap as she saw Lestrade stand up and head for the door, as did Sherlock.

"Fine I'll do it this once Holmes, but if she causes any more trouble-"

"I'll keep an eye on her Lestrade, thanks a lot. See you at London's next big disaster" Sherlock put his hand out for Lestrade to shake and then walked out, standing a few feet in front of Irene.

"Come on then, I'm guessing you need a place to say. And Watson's room is still free, I could do with some company" with that comment, Irene looked up and smiled, thanking Holmes for all his help. She stood and went to hug him, she wrapped her arms round his neck and rested her head in the crook of his neck. They stood like that for a while until Irene pulled away. They stared into each other's eyes for a moment and then made their way towards Sherlock's carriage.

As they arrived back at Baker Street, Mrs. Hudson wasn't at all surprised to see Irene Adler and she greeted her as she walked off to clean up the kitchen. Sherlock led Irene up to Watson's old room and asked if she wanted to add anything to the room, any of her belongings. But Irene quietly declined the offer and said she would love to just have a nap. Irene leant up and kissed him on his cheek, a sign of thanks and love. With that Sherlock left her and went downstairs and into his kitchen.

"Told you she was trouble" Watson said from behind the newspaper, his feet were resting on the table.

"Yes well, I managed to sort that all out. She hasn't anywhere to stay so she's staying in your old room, if you don't mind" Sherlock told Watson as he went to pick up some bread as he hadn't yet eaten breakfast thanks to Miss. Adler.

"Holmes, why are you playing that girl? She said you were her weak spot, meaning she loves you. AND she kissed you, twice I believe" Watson was tired of all of this mucking about, he wanted a straight answer. Before Holmes could defend himself Watson cut him off again.

"You have a picture of her on your desk, you mope around when she leaves you and then she kissed you and you break it off. I don't know how long it is until she gives up and leaves you forever. You need to get your head sorted out and tell her... do you love her or not?" Watson told Sherlock staring at him. He was quite satisfied with Sherlock's shocked face because Holmes really wasn't expecting a lecture off of Watson. And especially on love!

Holmes still wasn't speaking and just started to munch of his bread, staring into space and thinking about his situation.

"Well, sorry dad! I'll go and sort it out" Sherlock said with special emphasis on the word 'dad' and with that Holmes smiled at Watson and ran off upstairs to wake Irene up.

I don't really know how long I can drag this story on for so I think next chapter will be the last, where Sherlock and Irene finally get together. I might do a sequel though. But once I finish this version, I will update my other version of this story and then I will do a whole new story (: Please review and HAPPY WRITING!