Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock
Sorry this took so long I've had a load of work
Hello Irene!
Day 2…still…still in London
Sherlock hopped out of the cab and quickly turned on the spot searching for her in the crowd, from behind him Irene approached she leant in an observed how he shivered when he felt her breath on his neck smiling she whispered into his ear 'Hello handsome, did you miss me?'(Not a reference to HLV)
'Hm, I'm not sure miss is the correct word Miss Adler.' He said as he spun to face her.
'What word would you use then? Longed? Yearned? …Ached?' she said seductively, leaning into his ear. He gulped.
'Um, uhh, I would say more along the lines of forgotten and un-caring'
'Oh I think you ruined that image when you came running the moment I called you…wouldn't you say Mr Holmes?' She looped her arm through his resting her hand on his forearm.
'Touché' he said as he guided her towards the restaurant, nearby a shocked DI sat in his car snapping pictures of the couple unnoticed by the Detective. Greg Lestrade was SO shocked by what he'd seen that it took him a full 10 minutes to recover enough to send Mary the pictures with one very short text.
WTF?! – GL
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John and Mary had thought nothing of Lestrade's text informing them of Sherlock's sudden departure from Baker Street as it was a frequent occurrence even when they were there, so they had carried on to dinner at a lovely restaurant at the expense of Mycroft (a Wedding Gift). However an hour later Mary received a text during their starter that made her choke and splutter on her soup spoon. The text, a load of pictures of Sherlock and some woman getting very up close and personal outside a swanky hotel in London. The attached text read:
WTF?! – GL
As Mary attempted to recover her composure her husband removed her phone which was clasped tightly in her hand but when he looked at the message he too started having his own coughing fit, much to the annoyance to the other dinners!
Mary being the first to recover patted John on the back and gasped out a 'Holy SHIT!' followed by a 'Fucking hell!' from John.
Mary's eyes flicked back to the pictures 'Who even is that? I mean she is like super hot!'
John looked at the pictures on the before realising something, the woman was THE WOMAN. She's meant to be dead! He knew, he let John think she was dead and pretended to swallow the lie he and Mycroft fed him, the bastard!
'Uh, you know I told you that Sherlock doesn't date but he had a brief … interest, with a woman…The Woman…Irene Adler.'
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