Wow I am such a noob at fanfiction. Anyways, I hope you enjoy!
Irene's POV
Maybe it is time to finally see Sherlock Holmes.
Should I?
Come on Irene, of course you do you dumbass.
But I am afraid. What if he doesn't even remember me?
Oh please, he definitely remembers.
What if he doesn't have the same feelings as me?
He checked your pulse, what he doesn't know is that you also check his.
What in the bloody hell am I doing here?
Here I am, standing idiotically in front of his house. 221B Baker street.
It was raining.
Even though I am pathetically emotional at this moment, I masked my emotions with a serene expression.
I gave myself a mental slap and grabbed my courage.
My hand curled into a ball and I slowly raised it to the black ancient door.
Knock knock
My body jumped frightingly at the knocking noise I have made.
I rapidly retrieved my hand and started to run.
That's all I am good for anyways.
I heard something drop out of my pocket, but it's not significant to me right now.
I just needed to run.
Sherlock's POV
Well, what have we got here?
A woman's high heel foot print sitting in the mud in front of my door.
I kneeled over to examine closely
It's a size 7…. No, make that 7 and a half. The foot print looked fresh, so I say the woman was here about 3 hours ago.
There is also a phone amoung the foot prints.
…
Could it be?
I automatically stood straight up and focus.
My partner John obliviously looked at me in a dumbfounded way.
"What's going on Sherlock?"
I grinned.