At least Irene had her clothes on for once, she was wearing a skin tight red body-con dress with natural tan tights with the added effect of six inch black patent heels with of course a striking red heel to compete the look of a posh hooker. John looked for help from Sherlock. What the hell was she doing here? She was meant to be dead; well that's what John thought.
'It would take Sherlock Holmes to fool me' remembering Mycroft's words, John knew Sherlock had some part to play in this, that bastard and he never even told John about it. Oh they were so going to talk about that later after she was gone.
"Sorry was I interrupting something?" inquired Irene licking her bottom lip, eyes widening at the thought of Sherlock and John going at it.
John clenched his fist in anger. The cheek of this woman was unbelievable; how dare she break into their home and then hint at the obvious. This woman needed to go as soon as possible before John broke his number one rule: hitting a woman. Before John got a chance to kick her out the door, Sherlock spoke up;
"Irene either you leave now or I will not hesitate to throw you out!" barked Sherlock towering over the female still sat on the sofa.
She didn't even flinch only shifted slightly to show off her cleavage. Irene dug her heel into the wooden floor as a sign that she would not be moving anytime soon. Her arrogance was irritating to Sherlock he had no idea why he was so interested in her; she wasn't anything special she was boring, dull and tedious. The sooner she was gone the better.
"I need your help Sherlock. There has been a murder. I'm innocent obviously. I just need you to prove it" Irene asked fluttering her eyelashes at him, as if that was going to work on a gay man.
"No. Now if you mind, kindly leave you know where the door is" replied Sherlock turning around. He paced into the kitchen in order to make John and him some tea after a morning of commuting back to London.
Sherlock placed two tea bags with in his and John's favourite mugs, let the kettle finish boiling then poured the steaming liquid into the cups. He let the tea brew for a moment before removing the tea bags and adding a drop of milk to both drinks. Grabbing hold mugs carefully, he walked back to the living room.
"Are you still here?" commented Sherlock as he pushed one of the mugs into John's hand.
The warmth of the tea felt great against John's unclenched palm. John eyes narrowed back at Irene who was annoyingly still here.
"Sherlock I'm not leaving until you help me" Irene barked back raising her voice towards the end of her statement.
"I've helped you enough already, don't you think?" retorted Sherlock.
What the hell was wrong with this female? Sherlock had already saved her from near certain death what more could she ask for?
Huffing in defeat Irene proceeded to attempt a tactic that she had never used before; beg.
"Sherlock I need you. Please" her eyes watered as she asked for help from the detective.
Irene looked genuine in this request. Sherlock could almost see the scared girl that lay inside of Irene's personality. Observing this made Sherlock feel guilty, maybe he should help her it would mean she would out of their lives quicker. Before Sherlock could answer John commented on the situation.
"Oh for goodness sake, just take the case I know you are dying too" huffed John as he put the rest of his tea down and walked out the room and went to his room.
That shocked Sherlock, he guessed John was just feeling agitated because of Irene's presence in their home.
John came down from his room when his stomach had growled to the point of pure hunger and pain. As he entered the living room he noticed that both Irene and Sherlock were sat in silence not saying a single word.
"I'll cook us some dinner then?" ask John, neither answered. John strode into the kitchen in order to prepare food for all three of them.
The smell of heated soup pulled Sherlock from the living room to the kitchen, he observed had John heated the mixture constantly stirring it. Sherlock was fascinated by John. Sherlock snuggled up to John's body while pacing small kissed over the back of John's neck. John dishes up three bowls of soup while Sherlock moved parts of his old experiments off of the table to make room for all three of them. Irene saunter into the kitchen area as soon as John had placed her bowl in front of her. Dinner was a awkward affair, they ate in silence while John and Irene glared daggers at each other. Sherlock broke the quiet atmosphere.
"Irene tell us what happened. And try not to be dull about it" stated Sherlock
"I've been running an illegal brothel in London. Well a girl has to make money some how. Basically one of my customers who had booked me for the night died in the room. That's all I can say really. One moment he was alive the next he was dead after staring out the window. I thought he died of fright but I know something else is going on here. Obviously I can't go to the authorities, so I've come to you instead" replied Irene while she hooked her heel up to stoke Sherlock's leg with it.
Sherlock backed away from the table.
"We will view the crime scene tomorrow. You may stay here for the night" answered Sherlock.
With that the lanky detective strode out of the room leaving Irene and John together. If looks could kill Irene certainly would be dead. John followed Sherlock out of the kitchen in order to have a quiet word with him away from the woman.
"Where the hell is she meant to sleep?" asked John, gesturing back at the kitchen door way.
"She can have my room obviously"
"Oh. Obviously" replied John.
Both men left Irene to her own business while they went to bed. Sherlock needed his rest in order to start his new case but also because of that pounding he had took from John last night, the man had him shattered afterwards. Although Sherlock blamed the high emotions of the situation that cause this extreme fatigue. Sherlock crawled into John's bed with him, pulling the covers up around his shoulders. John's body was to much of a temptation for Sherlock, after a lazy hand job from each man to the other, they both fell asleep wrapped in each other.
Sherlock woke around 3 am, he could hear Irene's voice. She was talking to someone. Although Sherlock couldn't make out the words to her conversation he could however distinctly hear the tone of her voice, she was angry at someone. The ever inquisitive Sherlock decided to descend the stairs in an attempt to find out what was going on. Taking the stairs two at a time to minimise the creakiness of the steps he slowly made his way towards the sitting room where Irene was pacing. She threw her phone across the floor in annoyance. Sighing heavily, she noticed Sherlock's figure in the door way.
"Didn't you Mother ever teach you it's rude to sneak up on a lady?" Irene asked with a slight flirty under tone to her voice.
"You aren't a lady" Sherlock simply replied to her as he pushed past her towards the sofa.
Irene smiled at his comment, she knew he was right. She circled him as he sat on the sofa much like an animal circling it's prey. She tiptoed towards him until she was stood right in front of him. Sherlock noticed that Irene had changed her clothing. She was now wearing a black satin nightgown that accompanied her dark pinned hair and the lightness of her skin. Irene passed her legs either side of Sherlock's legs. Her waist was eye level with Sherlock. He glanced up at Irene's face. Her features were exasperated by the street light pouring though the gap in the curtains. She casually raised a hand towards Sherlock's face, caressing the left side of his face.
"Why him and not me?" she asked, bottom lip quivering slightly.
Her question stunned Sherlock. He didn't expect her to ask something like that. He gave himself a moment to think before answering.
"John is my whole world. I lost interest in you once you betrayed my trust. I see you for what you really are; a girl haunted by the decisions she has made in her life" rasped Sherlock.
Irene put up no defence to Sherlock's words, he was right as always. Irene pushed herself away from the man she once desired and dragged herself back to bed.
John awoke to the sound of Sherlock getting dressed, not that he minded the view. Noticing John had been awoken, Sherlock threw some pieces of clothing at him. All three of them were due to journey to Irene's brothel today. John knew it was going to be a long day.
After both men were dressed they met Irene outside in the cab. John watched as Irene leant though the window of the taxi to whispered the address to the ear of the driver. Heaven forbid any man that could be tempted by that women. Climbing into the back of the cab, all three buckled up as the engine jutted to life and the buildings and traffic flew by.
It was an hour before they reached the address the rest of on foot, it seemed that running a brothel was more affective if near by residents had no idea what was on their front door step.
They arrived at a old fashioned weathered stone building, the darkened windows were symmetrical on each side of the building. This was nothing like the brothels in Amsterdam.
As they stepped inside they were were greeted by a line of young females who grinned at them eagerly thinking they were news customers.
One of the females stepped out from the line to speak to Irene.
"Good morning Miss Adler, how may we help you and your friends here?" bantered the young woman.
"Show Mr. Holmes and Dr. John Watson to room 10 please, Lily" ordered Irene slipping into her dominatrix role and leader of the brothel.
Lily nodded and lead the way to the room where the previous customer had died. Unlocking the door she gestured them inside and left them to it. John stood to the side of the room out of the way while Sherlock observed every detail of the room. John watched as Sherlock got down on his knees to inspect the floorboards he then proceeded to pull off the bedsheets and sniffed the furniture Sherlock stepped towards the window where the man had died while staring out the window.
John's ears picked up a low buzzing noise, he had realised what had killed the man and worst of all it was about to kill Sherlock.
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