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The alarm went off all of a sudden, Sherlock and Irene arose from their sleep. The strong sunshine seeped through the curtains flowing into the room like a waterfall. Irene let out a soft groan from her throat and leaned over Sherlock to turn off the alarm. 'Good morning.' She smiled at him; almost peacefully; as she got out of bed then retrieved clothing from her suitcase.
Sherlock stared at her for a few moments, thinking how stunning she looked in the morning light, storing this memory of her in his mind palace along with the other numerous accounts he had made unforgettable. He immediately dismissed the sentimental thought (what on earth had gotten into him!?); taking his own clothes from his wardrobe and walking into the bathroom with a stern emotionless look on his face.
She smiled absentmindedly while she dressed; recalling last night's events. She was almost certain she was safe now, only Sebastian Moran remained; meaning their mutual enemy could be destroyed once and for all, finally leaving them be.
Sherlock reappeared from the bathroom wearing a dark blue shirt and trousers. Irene's attire consisted of a white, sleeveless, knee length dress with navy high heels. Her dark hair was down and she wore her statement red lipstick.
Once they entered the living area they found John reading a newspaper and eating breakfast in the kitchen. 'Morning.' John said with a mouthful of toast. 'Good morning, how did the date go?' She asked him. It was unusual for John to be asked these questions, Sherlock did't care at all about his girlfriends or love life, 'Very well thanks, um , listen; just to clarify, are you two together?' Irene chuckled, 'No!' Sherlock stated seriously. 'ok.' John said awkwardly, a laugh died at the back of his throat, he was finding Sherlock's slight embarrassment and childish reaction rather entertaining as did Irene.
Irene put the kettle on and went to sit opposite John on the breakfast table. Sherlock sat on the sofa across the other side of the room on his laptop, abolishing the world around him as he researched this 'Sebastian Moran' man. However hardly any further information had been discovered, if it wasn't for Irene he would have assumed the man never existed.
About half an hour later; the consulting detective, the doctor and the woman exited 221B Baker Street and made their way to New Scotland Yard. The three of them sat silently together in the taxi, watching the rush of London go by; the dull colours of the buildings merging with the pristine bright blue of the summer sky. Irene's nails tapped on the plastic car door; as she was in what seemed to be deep thought.
As soon as the taxi came to a stop she abandoned her trance sweeping out from the vehicle immediately while she left Sherlock and John to pay the driver. She walked slowly up to the doorway almost a stroll as she waited for them to catch up.
Within moments Sherlock was by her side at a considerably faster pace than her, she struggled to keep up in her high heels but it did not show. 'So this witness, know anything about them?' She said, 'Lewis Fisher. He was a worker at the museum, said he was held at gunpoint and forced to turn off the alarm system, it's dangerous for him to be here.'
'I agree. Judging by his previous actions he is ruthless enough to kill for his safety, and I hardly expect the police to protect him that well.' Together they entered the glass doors of the building, the bright sun reflecting from them as John followed behind.
Eventually after travelling through a series of corridors the group were greeted by a certain Sally Donovan who wore an expression of disgust as she spotted Sherlock. 'Freak is here.' The frizzy haired woman shouted to some unknown party in the collection of offices behind her.
'Who is she?' Sally asked in an irritating tone. Before Irene could introduce herself Sherlock quickly said 'She's with me.' As he pushed past her with his shoulder; walking rather arrogantly. Irene smirked and took his hand; thinking to herself 'well this will make them talk.' Sherlock's reaction however was not so positive, why on earth had she taken his hand? Her sentiment was showing.
Instead of saying anything Sherlock gave her a slightly confused glare, but he did not remove his hand from hers nor did he struggle from her grip, any attempt to escape would just make her more determined, that was just the type of woman she was.
In return Irene moved even closer to him; leaning her head against his shoulder. John however watched them completely perplexed, wasn't it just this morning that Sherlock had insisted that him and the woman were most defiantly not in a relationship?
Once they reached Lestrade's office Irene removed her head and hand from the annoyed Sherlock. The room was simple yet it had some personal touches such as the pictures of his children, the view looked over the opposite skyscraper; a dull and boring office, monotonous to the several others.
'Hello again Irene.' Lestrade smiled before greeting (more so acknowledging) the two other men, she was enjoying the attention, maybe it was time to make Sherlock a bit green-eyed, she smirked astutely. 'Hello Greg, lovely to see you again.' She said as they walked towards his desk, swinging her hips flirtatiously reflecting the tone of her voice.
'The witness.' Sherlock said not as a question but more as a demand, he didn't know why he was becoming so bothered. 'Yes, yes you'll meet him later. So what brings you here.' Greg said looking admirably at Irene who gave him a beaming smile. 'Well detective stories do quite interest me, so I thought I'd tag along.' She said nonchalantly whilst perching on his desk. 'Oh, you like detective stories?' Lestrade said as Sherlock and John watched the pair's conversation with raised eyebrows.
'Yes, and detectives.' Irene replied then enjoyed the enduring silence. Sherlock recognised the phrase immediately, she had said in their first encounter, it hurt a little to see her saying it to someone else, he was left feeling rather vulnerable, but why should he?
The awkward silence was intruded by the despised forensic scientist, Anderson. 'The witness is ready for you to see-' He entered looking at a pile of paperwork he held and cut off his sentence as he saw Irene.
She almost wanted to laugh out loud at his expression; which resembled that of a shocked cartoon character. 'Hello.' Irene spoke seductively breaking yet another silence she had caused. 'Um, hi.' Anderson said looking ridiculously embarrassed and excited.
'Shut up Anderson; you're gawping like an idiot.' Sherlock said with a hint of anger in his voice whilst exiting the room. Irene winked playfully at the blushing man as she followed.
'Well that was unnecessary.' Sherlock said to her. 'And why on earth would it bother you dear?' She smiled, pleased she had gotten a reaction out of the 'heartless' detective. 'It doesn't.' He mumbled trying to convince himself just that, he knew it was a lie. Behind them John was silently chuckling both of them were being preposterously childish.
They reached the room the witness inhabited, he was a thin, blonde man in his late twenties with sharp facial features and a worried look in his eyes, no wonder; the poor man was risking his life coming to the police.
'Morning Lewis.' John said calmly. They introduced themselves and sat opposite Mr. Fisher, the man had already been interviewed but the consulting detective preferred to find his own information.
'We need you to tell us about the man who threatened you.' Sherlock said forwardly, maybe a little to forcefully. 'Y-yes, well there was two of them.' They waited for him to continue. 'The first one, the one who spoke, he was blonde; I didn't see his eyes he was wearing sunglasses. He had an English accent, but not a posh one.'
'What about the second man?' Irene asked. He looked to her, still with fear in his eyes, he swallowed. 'The other man had dark hair, but ther-re was something strange, he kept on itching his arm, like it was a mosquito bite, but I-I thought it was strange because he was itching it too often for it to be from a bug... I think.' The man looked at Sherlock, almost for approval of his help.
Sherlock instantaneously left his seat leaving the room, it was all the information he wanted. Irene and John followed, 'Thank you for your time.' John said reassuringly before leaving.
Lestrade caught them on the way out. 'Find anything new?' He asked. 'One of them had a bite.' Greg sighed disappointedly, 'Is that it?!' Sherlock glared at him, ' I have my theories.'
As he turned around he found Anderson hopelessly flirting with Irene, he had had enough of this. 'So would you like to go out sometime?' Said Anderson. 'Like on a date?' She said innocently. 'Yeah.' He replied smiling like an idiot.
To everyone's surprise Sherlock came from behind Irene snaking his arm around her waist and pulled her tightly against him. 'Her answer is no.' He said sternly removing her from Anderson. God she loved it when he was possessive.
She looked up at him shocked, yet cool and collected, 'Your sentiment is showing.' She whispered in his ear then gave him a peck of a kiss on his jaw and once again rested her head delicately on his shoulder as she enjoyed the feeling of his arm around her waist.
The entire of Scotland Yard watched in awe and astonishment as the couple walked down the corridor. 'Is she his girlfriend?' Sally asked Anderson, 'Well apparently yes.' He said annoyed and half walked; half stormed off.
'Hmph, freakette.' Sally mumbled and laughed quietly at her own joke.