"What happened there?"
"Someone changed his mind. The question is, who?"
-A Scandal in Belgravia
The insubstantial fog gently embraced the entire London the very October night when our, to some extent, despondent story begins. The lights that still were gasped heavily as the darkness formed branches and finally took over completely. The majority of the population of London was sleeping at the moment, and the few people who actually were outside didn't bother to look at the silhouette of a woman who hid in one of the blackest and duskiest alleys. One of the individuals who walked by suddenly slowed down, heading towards the alley in question. The woman met him halfway and grasped his arm tightly. He hesitantly removed her hood and swiftly examined the familiar face features. They scrutinized each other for a brief moment before she pulled him into an empty door opening.
"Anyone following?" The woman hissed and took off her thick coat, regardless of the chilly atmosphere. The man suddenly leaned forward, closing the gap between them by kissing her. She impatiently pulled away after a couple of seconds.
"I take that as a 'no'."
"Clearly." His deep voice responded, smoldering with derision. She smirked and they mutually leaned forward to kiss once more.
"Do you have it?" She breathed and reached for his pocket as soon as they were free to talk again. He just nodded, and gave her a neatly folded note. They looked gravely at each other. She doubtfully stared at it for a less than a second, conceivably suspicious because of its insignificant look or appearance. She carefully laid it in her purse. They remained silent.
"I should go."
"When will we meet again?"
"I'll call you later. Remember to act realistically when your brother tells you about me."
"Please."
"And, I think you're going to appreciate our "first" meeting. I will prepare something special for you."
"Always so accommodating." She giggled quietly and kissed his cheek before she turned around, stepping out in the light of the moon. It made her look ghost-like, nevertheless passive and innocent.
"Otherwise, call me for dinner anytime you wish."
"Not this week, John will suspect something. We're working very intensely on a case right now. You would enjoy it."
"I'm certain. "Intensely" sounds very promising. Very me, indeed. Like I said before, I'll call or text you. I'll tell you the rest of the plan then, here is too risky. Remember to delete the texts, as always. Do you trust me?"
"No."
"Good."
She waved half-heartedly before she hurried away in a rush, disappearing into the night for the last time until the game would begin for real. Sherlock Holmes smiled humorlessly as he thought of their irrational and senseless, though brilliant, plan. He slowly lit a cigarette. For him, the potential victory meant never being bored again and spending his life with the woman he loved. If they succeeded, they would go to history as the modern Bonny and Clyde. They would forever be the brilliant and ingenious ones. They would forever be the woman and the man. They would forever be recalled as Sherlock Holmes and Irene Adler.
AN: So, I'll explain. There will be very much dialogue, the chapters will be rather short and not all scenes/chapters will be the same as the actual episode. (This one for example)
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