Sherlock One Shot

You had begrudgingly gone along with Sherlock and John, due to Mycroft's orders, to go and find Irene Adler and question her.

You didn't want to, you had heard stories about her and what she did, she was not the type of woman you wanted to be in contact with or work with, let alone have her anywhere near your fiancée.

You weren't the jealous type per say, but you weren't fond of other women feeling the need to be unnecessarily close to the man you were going to be marrying.

Sherlock stood with his arm around your waist, whilst John buzzed the apartment and the door opened.

"A woman detective?" you heard a voice ask from the doorway, so the three of you turned from where you had been sat to see the one and only Irene Adler standing there.

She made her way in, and sat down on the free arm chair that was opposite John, "Oh no, I'm not a detective, I am just here as a ... babysitter of sorts" you explained which caused Sherlock to roll his eyes.

"How interesting, I would've found it surprising for you to actually confirm my question" she said in a slightly condescending tone.

You sighed, and smiled through your teeth "Oh really? I would've thought you'd support women taking men's jobs, you know considering your profession and all that" you commented.

Irene sucked in a breath, and glared ever so slightly at you "Excuse us for the intrusion Ms Adler" John interrupted the staring contest between you and Irene, by apologising to her for basically walking into her apartment and making yourselves comfortable.

Sherlock sighed, and searched the room whilst staying silent. It was clear that he wanted to see what was going on in the apartment, probably trying to figure out where she could have put things and such.

"You look quite bored. I apologise if my home is not up to your standards" her words went in the direction of Sherlock, who finally turned towards her and gave her a blank look.

"Oh no, I am fine" Sherlock told her, keeping a straight face as his hand rested, rather obviously, on your thigh.

You noticed that Irene's gaze flickered to where Sherlock's hand was, before going straight back to his face "So to what do I owe this pleasure?"

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Written by Hannah.