The Mugger, The Hug and The Woman

by SecretOfTheVortex

Sherlock Holmes tells the story of the time he was mugged, and how he used his skills of deduction to escape the robber. At least, that's how it started. Rated K for lack of smut. Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters except for the mugger, the rest belong to BBC.

2. Coming out

As we walked down the street, my lovely wife looked at me. "What mob?" She asked, a knowing look in her eyes.

"I don't know." I lied. She had gotten involved before and I didn't want her to get hurt.

"You're lying." She deduced. I chuckled.

"Even when your hormonal from pregnancy, your deduction is spot on." I replied. Second mistake of the day. Irene looked up at me, now knowing why I wouldn't tell her.

"Is it...him?" She asked, as a shiver ran through her spine. I looked at her, wishing she would tell me what had happened to her to make her tremble at the very mention of her former colleague.

"It doesn't matter, it's over now." I assured her. She looked at me, frustrated.

"It's never over with him! He will keep coming after you, again and again, until you die!" She whispered loudly, not wanting to draw the attention of the others on the street. We turned the corner and stopped in front of 221B. I opened the door and strode in, letting Irene close it behind the three of us.

"He just wanted me to play, he didn't even send a good mugger-" I started, running up the stairs and into the living room, Irene following behind.

"Don't try to fool me, Sherlock! For the year we've been married, you insisted no one except for you know that I was alive, that I stay alone in a separate flat so John wouldn't know, your even sheltering me from Moriarty! It needs to stop, I can handle myself." She interupted, obviously fed up by my trying to "shelter" her. I sighed.

"Fine. If you don't want to be sheltered anymore, I understand." I gave in. It had been good while it lasted, but I couldn't hide her from everyone. "First step, telling John."

Irene nodded. Telling John was a logical first step, although a tricky one. Irene had been proclaimed dead for almost two years, explaining that to John would take a lot of work. I had no doubt, however, that we would be able to succeed.

I smiled at my wife. "My beautiful wife, you are always capable of getting whatever you want." I stated. She gave me a sly smile.

"I know what people like. It gets me places."