Ella knocked furiously on the door in her knickers and lingerie top; her sense of morality gone out the window when she woke up alone, albeit with a rather lovely note saying that Jim went on a business trip, only to turn on the telly to see that he had been arrested sometime last night. Sherlock Holmes, you bastard she cursed him, Ella knew he had something to do with it, so here she was, pounding her fists on his door.
"Yes, yes hold on would you" she heard Sherlock call lazily, making her fume with anger. He opened the door in nothing but his blanket, and froze when he saw her. "Ella, have you decided to fore go clothing as a New Year's resolution?" he asked her, her face scrunched up and she reared back. Sherlock leaned his head back at his laptop, holding the tissue to his nose as he watched the crime scene through John's video camera.
"Ella, please, just calm down" he advised, "calm down? you arrested my lover and you want me to calm down? let me explain something to you, fucker-" she stopped pacing to put a hand on her hip and point at him. "Is that Ella?" John asked turning the camera to himself, getting a shot of Sherlock's head and from Ella's waist down to her knees, he turned bright red as she leaned down. "Hi John" she smiled, "your boyfriend tried to kill me last night" he told her, she shrugged. "Sherlock has knocked you out for three days, we thought you had died then" she narked, causing Sherlock to shoo her away.
"Aww, fuck. You have the feds involved in this too now!?" she sighed indignantly. The men in suit's came and closed down the laptop, the last thing John saw was Sherlock's face falling.
"So" Ella said as John handed her his jacket. "Why the hell did I get dragged to Buckingham Palace with you two?" she said. "I have no idea, but I kinda want to steal an ashtray though" John whispered making Ella and Sherlock giggle a little bit as they shook their heads. "What are we doing here Sherlock? Sherlock no, seriously. What?" John asked, to which he shrugged, "I don't know he answered. "Here to see the Queen?" Ella joked, "oh! Apparently yes" Sherlock greeted Mycroft, who sighed heavily. "Just once can you two behave like grown-ups" Mycroft questioned. John chuckled, "we solve crimes, I blog about it and he forgets his pants. I wouldn't hold out too much hope" he smiled bitterly. "And I sleep with the bad guy that they arrest" Ella piped in with a sweet smile, to which Mycroft frowned.
"Ah, you must be Miss Carmine" he said holding his hand out, Ella smiled and declined with a smirk "perhaps" she responded, taking both John and Sherlock's arms in her own. "We are in Buckingham Palace. The very heart of the British nation. Sherlock Holmes, put your trousers on" Mycroft commanded, Sherlock just smirked, and that's when Ella faded out, her mind wondering back to the fact that Sherlock had her lover arrested. She sharply jabbed him in the ribs, making him drop the pictures in his hands.
"Whose the whore?" Ella asked picking up the pictures, before dropping them with a hopeless look on her face. "Irene Adler, fuck me gently with a chainsaw" she cursed standing up and tossing off the coat, forgetting the lingerie she was in. Mycroft rolled his eyes, "you know the Woman, let me guess, you where her client?" he smiled. She turned to him, "you know of this alias' birth, I know of her real birth, you see; this lesbian dominatrix is my aunt" she seethed, standing up and walking out of the room; cursing herself and why it was always her.
"E-Ella" Sherlock said standing with a sigh and walking after her, only to have Mycroft step on his blanket. Sherlock barely caught it in time for it to cover his rear, and Ella turned just in time to see a pantless Sherlock. "Get off my sheet" Sherlock hissed at his brother, Ella spaced out, unblinking and jaw dropped. "Ella, if you could avert your eyes" Sherlock said with a deep breath, causing Ella to cough and just look him in the eye, then down to his crotch, then back up to his eyes. "Ella, now is not the time for you to feel the need to copulate" he said putting on his trousers.
"I have officially seen more of Sherlock Holmes then I have ever wanted to" Ella announced to the rest of the room. Making John chuckle, "oh please, don't make a big deal about it" Sherlock rolled his eyes, Ella smirked and patted Sherlock's rear, nearly causing him to shriek. "I won't, besides, after last night; I was expecting it to be bigger" she said winking at the rest of the room as he straightened and turned to look at her, but Ella had slipped behind him and walked off. "She may be key in attracting Miss Adler" Sherlock said sitting down curtly.
All of their heads turned and watched her walk away, her hips sauntering in the lacy panties and sheer top, before looking back at each other, John clearing his throat loudly and picking up his tea.
"So, Ella, how would you like to work on a case with us?" John asked her. "Depends, do I have to put on pants?" she asked; "well considering that it's your aunt it would be preferable" Sherlock said, putting his hand inside of his coat and pulling out an ashtray. Ella and John let out a defeated chuckle, taking the ashtray between them, Ella looked at Sherlock. "So, how big does it get when you get an ere-" Sherlock cut her off by asking the driver to let him out here. Ella put her hands up, 'okay, I'm dropping it, although, you should be proud" she said looking at him, he sighed "I thought you where expecting it to be bigger" he smirked at her.
"Well, Jim is rather large, and not to mention rather...feral? I don't know, hungry almost.." John put his hands over his ears and started humming. "Oh really, is he now?" Sherlock asked, Ella nodded. "Now you, I'd bet that you'd be more..restrained, and collected; but Jim is very passionate about his handy work in those situations, he asked me to call him Daddy a few days ago" she told him, Sherlock's eyes widened in shock. "Please tell me that you declined the offer" he nearly begged her, Ella nodded, "I asked him if Master was an alternative, he accepted" she consoled him. "What does he call you?" Sherlock asked, looking her up and down, making Ella giggle. "Oh, it depends, his favorites are Darling, Princess and Baby Girl" she said smiling wide, "he treats me like a princess outside of bed too, y'know. I figure that if I was going to tell you what turned him on, you might as well know that he's human as well" she said, Sherlock looked away quickly.
"Remember, it was one of me that told you that trick" she reminded him, he nodded at her acceptance. "You caught it that easily, did you" he asked her; she smiled and put her hands in her lap, "I saw it a mile away Sherlock, the minute I said 'I thought it would be bigger' I saw the thought forming in your head" she told. Sherlock looked out his window, "now we have to get the cell phone from your aunt" he reminded her, she nodded. "Now, my aunt, Miss Adler; is an extremely attractive individual, smart, conniving and absolutely cannot be trusted" she instructed him, nudging John telling him to put his hands down. "We're going to need the right armor to get in and out unnoticed, I'd go with a vicar if I where you Sherlock" she said getting out of the taxi and following John into 221B.
"John I need you to hit me" Sherlock instructed a few blocks away from the residence of Miss Adler. "I'll do it" Ella offered, "didn't you hear me, John? I said punch me" he said pointing to his face. "I always hear that when you talk" John said before landing a blow, of course this escalated far too quickly, and Ella could hardly get John off of Sherlock in the tight, short dress and garters; as moving would cause the dress to rip in several spots around her hips and bust. Sherlock came back from the doorbell defeated. "So, the girl didn't like the whole 'injured priest' gig?" she asked him, as he shook his head; Ella smirked and pulled down the neckline even farther.
"W-What are you doing?" John asked her as she raised her hemline up a good two inches. "If she's with my aunt, she's probably gay" Ella reminded him, as he shrugged she walked up to the door and knocked.
Adler's girlfriend looked through the peephole and her jaw dropped at the specimen in front of her. She opened the door, "c-can I help you, miss?" she said looking Ella over. "Ah, is this Miss Adler's office?" Ella purred, the girl nodded; "Ahh, I'd like to make an appointment" she said, the girl nodded and led her in, shutting the door behind her.
A few minutes later, Ella opened the door for the two boys outside. "What did you do?" John asked stepping over the girl's unconscious body. "Seduced her then beat her" she elaborated as they ventured through the rooms. They finally split up, and Ella made her way into a study where Sherlock already was, when she heard her aunt's voice.
"Would you like me to try?" Ella walked in. "Ahem" she coughed, Adler looked to Ella with Sherlock's priest prop in her mouth. Ella sighed, "really, that's what you went for? He's much bigger below the belt" she smirked at Sherlock's discomfort. "Ah, you must be El-" Irene froze as her eyes hit Ella's face. "Ella. My, Ella? the one from America, my niece Ella?" she said looking at her niece and standing. "Yes, 'your' Ella" she said slowly. "My, how you have grown up, very attractive; no wonder your Moran's toy" she said smiling spinning her barely clothed niece around, still naked herself.
Ella stopped and turned, "I'm no ones toy, I'm Jim's flower, not Moran's lover" she said frowning. "Oh dear, Moriarty isn't going to be happy with either of us Moran, you never told me she wasn't actually your toy" Irene said to the shadows. Moran stepped out and looked over Ella as he licked his lips; "she will be soon" he smiled, his breath pacing as if he was about to attack. Ella walked up to him and raised her fist to hit him.
Moran caught her hand with one of his and ripped off his mask before grabbing her neck and crushing his lips to hers. Sherlock started, but Irene draped herself over him again, as John walked in.
It was a single thought that went through his head as he entered the room. That thought was; what the fuck did I miss, he snapped back to reality when Ella moaned aggressively at her kisser. She pounded on his chest with her free hand as he sat her on a small table against the wall. His hands guided her hem above her hips as he pressed his chest against hers effectively pinning her to the wall as she pounded her fists on his shoulders , and Adler cocked her head to the side as she pulled a gun from the side table; she put her fingers to her lips in a 'shh' manner. Moran bit Ella's lip as he gyrated against her, holding her flailing arms to the wall. "I could take you right here, Ella, I could make you scream, and cry, and moan, right fucking now" he said as he moved his hands to her behind, pushing himself farther in between her legs. Ella's eyes burned with rage, how dare this bastard threaten her like that, his teeth grazed her ear lobe before biting her neck, pushing himself against her harder when she recoiled in surprise.
Moran heard the gun click behind his head. "You touch my niece, and your boss' girlfriend, without her consent, and your going to get a bullet, Moran" she said with venom, her and Ella where never close; especially since she 'died' when Ella was 8, but rape was not something easily condoned in her eyes. Unless it was a foreplay act, that is. Moran dropped her legs and put his hands above his head. "Fair enough Miss Adler" he said winking at Ella, who picked up a near by potted plant and threw it at his face.
"Wait until Jim hears about this you fucker" she cursed kicking the side of Moran's head; the minute her foot made contact with Moran's head, the fire alarm went off, Irene's head turning to the painting above her fireplace.
"Well, fuck, we found it Sherlock" Ella said as she kept Irene back from the safe. "Sorry, we need this sociopath functioning for this Auntie" she explained as the alarm kept pounding. Ella suddenly swatted the sides of her head repeatedly; "wrong, wrong, wrong, somethings wrong; Cheekbones something's not right" she said suddenly straightening, her expression contorted. Irene stepped back, "Sherlock what the hell is wrong with her" she called as Ella started cackling.
Sherlock scrunched up his face before finally turning to Ella, he grabbed her face and looked at her. "Ella, Ella! What's wrong" he questioned her, she smiled and shook her head. "I'm not Ella, Holmsy" she whispered to him, "alright, fine who are you?" he rolled his eyes. "I'm Doom" she said quietly, her eyes glassing over. "Doom, what's wrong?" he asked again, she looked at him with those doll-like eyes. "Can't you hear the silencers downstairs?" she said as a man burst through the door.
"Hands above your head! Miss Adler, on your knees! Same with you girl" the man said as they John apologized for not stopping them. "Sherlock, Ella's fine, I can take care of her, that's my job" Doom breathed, barely audible. "Quiet!" another man said, hitting her with the butt of his gun. Doom hit the ground, and Sherlock moved to step towards the attacker, but Doom barely shook her head in protest.
"Open the safe" the man commanded, "American, interesting. Why would you care?" Sherlock asked. "Sir, the safe, now, please" the man reiterated, Sherlock sighed "I don't have the code" he protested. "Well I've been listening, she said she told you" he said, Sherlock scoffed, "Well, if you'd been listening, you'd know she didn't" he huffed.
"I'm assuming I missed something. From your reputation, I'm assuming you didn't, Mr. Holmes" the man said cocking his gun. "He doesn't-" Irene was cut off by the man. "One more word from you and I'll decorate these walls with the inside of your head" he threatened, Doom lunged at the man, who kicked her to the floor and turned his gun to her. "Mr. Archer, at the count of three, shoot that girl in the head, she's becoming a burden" the man said. "What, no!" John protested, Irene moved to shield Ella, but was stopped with the butt of the man's gun.
"I don't know the code."
"One."
"Sherlock, it's okay, she'll be fine. I'll take care of her, don't worry"
"I don't know the code."
"Two."
"Sherlock please, save her."
"She didn't tell me. I DON'T KNOW IT.
"I'm prepared to believe you any minute now, Mr. Holmes."
Sherlock turned to Irene, who pleaded with him through her eyes, and to Doom who smiled with those glazed over eyes and malicious lips.
"Three."
"NO, stop!" he said turning to the safe and typing in a few letters, hearing a solitary beep and crack. "Now open it please" the man ordered, relaxing. "Vatican Cameos" Sherlock said, opening the safe and taking out the man nearest to him as the bullet from the trap fired forth from the safe. Doom rolled onto her back, kicked the man's gun away in a sweep of her leg and taking his legs with a sweep of her other, using the spiral her legs made she rolled onto her knees and bashed her fist into his neck, knocking him out.
She stood up and attacked her Aunt's assailant, kicking his stomach, then chopping her hand down on the bridge of his nose, then bringing his face down to her knee she stepped back. Moran's hands covered her mouth and her stomach, Irene turned to the newly conscious sniper; and fired a shot into his shoulder, making him drop Doom.
Doom turned and kicked him out of the window, but something clipped her neck; causing her vision to blur. She fell down to the ground, her aunt kneeling over her, telling her she would be fine, it was just a scratch and that it wasn't that serious as she called John over. She kissed Doom's forehead and departed, Sherlock looked at Doom and nodded before taking off after Irene.
"Stay with me Ella, stay with me" John's voice grew smaller as Doom faded off into the black.