Hey guys, so that was not enough reviews for me to continue posting chapters. However I really like this story and I want to continue it. Please review my writing, so I can see if my time is worth it. In answer to the last chapters question, the newspaper read "Who Wants to be a Millionhair?" but nobody even guessed so nobody got the prize. I will put out another question and I hope this time someone with answer it. Question: In the episode The Great Game, what was the name of the kid that the trainers belonged to?

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John's POV

She is still beautiful, no wonder Sherlock got tongue tied every time he saw her. Did I just feel jealous over Sherlock Holmes? I turn back to look at her and I see that this time she is looking right at me. Irene Adler. As soon as she made eye contact with me she walked swiftly out of the bar. I get up fast to follow her.

"John, is everything alright, did you see someone?"

I can hear the worry in his voice, I can tell he thinks I saw Sherlock.

"Yea, an old friend of mine from the army. I'm gonna go say hi, I guess I will see you tomorrow?"

"Yea of course, have a good night. Oh and John, thanks."

I smile at him then dash out of the pub. She is an expert at running away from people but I still catch a glimpse of her crossing the street. I charge over to her.

"Irene! Stop please I need to ask you a question."

She turned around and looked at me with an expression I could not place.

"Yes Doctor Watson?"

"I-you-I mean you were dead, Mycroft told me you were killed by a terror cell."

"Yes well your little detective saved my life, after I did try and destroy his. I must admit I never thought he would risk his life to save a women like me."

I feel another pang of jealousy when she tells me that he saved her. I was about to comment when I realize she still had more to say.

"I am back in London for a few nights and I was going to pay him a visit, are you heading back to Baker Street now?"

I feel like all the air has been violently kicked out of me, I hate when people don't know that he died. I end up having to explain the entire story and by the end I am holding back tear.

"Yes I am going back, but I am afraid he is not going to be there, you see, Sherlock died about three months ago..."

She looks shocked but at the same time she looks as if she knows something that I don't know. I decide not to bring it up, I'm not sure I would want to have known anyway.

"If you want to come back with me, I can explain how it happened to you. I really don't like talking about it, but you understood him, and maybe you could help me understand how something like this happened."

"Of course, I would love to come back to 221B. I haven't been there since the incident with my cell phone, by the way, did he he ever tell you how that case was solved?"

Now that she brought that up I remember. Sherlock never did tell me how that case ended, he just told me it was finished.

"No he never told me, but now that he is gone, I would like to know."

"Ok well I will tell you what happened on the way back to your flat, and you can tell me what happened once we are there. Deal?"

I smile for the first time in ages. As much as I despised her for almost breaking Sherlock's heart, she was rather interesting. Although, Sherlock did try and keep me in the dark about her and her case.

"Deal."

We start walking towards Baker Street and I motion for her to start the story.

"Ok, well it was after you left to spend the night at Sarah's. Sherlock and I were talking about an old WW2 story, you know the one about Coventry?"

I was familiar with the story, and I knew that it was 100% true.

"Yes they talked about it while I was in training for war."

"Well Sherlock seemed to believe that a similar project was going on at that time and that I had somehow gotten access to top secret plans. During out conversation I guess he must have checked me for the signs of love, you know the pupils and my pulse. Anyway we ended up in Mycroft's office talking about my requests in exchange for the information on the phone. I was close to beating the entire British nation when Sherlock stopped me. He figured out that the passcode to my phone was SHER. I guess I underestimated his skills."

I was shocked at the end of this story. She had loved him back. So I guess Sherlock really could have anything he wanted, including the girl. By the time she finished we were back at 221B and almost up the stairs. Once we sat down I got up to make tea and she spoke.

"It seems kind of sad in here, I guess you never really realize how important something is until it's gone huh?"

I could not agree with her statement more

"Ok Doctor Watson, tell me your story now."

I took a deep breath before starting.

"Sherlock told me that he made up Moriarty and all of the crimes just so he could become famous and recognized. Then he jumped off the roof of a hospital right in front of me. I could not protect him."

By the end of my story I was crying and Irene had gotten up and walked over to me.

"John, I am so sorry, nobody should have to go through something like that. It was not your fault you know."

I stopped cold. How is it that she was able to tell me the one thing I needed to hear the most. I leaned in and pressed my lips softly to hers. I felt her return the pressure and I pulled back.

"I'm sorry Irene."

She looked up at me and whispered.

"Don't apologize if you don't really mean it John."

Her words made me do something I never imagined I would ever do. I leaned in and kissed her again.

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