Morstan and Adler

Four: Irene

IRENE

Irene Adler had a problem. She was alive, and she'd returned to playing him like that violin of his. She'd even managed to get Sherlock to crack that code. Jim would be pleased. But...

But Irene had realised she wasn’t just playing a part. She'd gone and fallen in love with Sherlock Holmes. He was so..... indescribable. Her heart hurt to think about him. Goodness, Mary would be infuriated. And when Jim found out.... she was spat on. Now he'd probably slander her. Nobody would do business with her again. They would avoid her, saying:

Oh, it's Irene Adler, the woman who falls in love with her enemies.

Great.

Sherlock was just so enticing. She couldn't help it. It would break her when she finally told him she was lying to him, and that she didn't really love him. She'd plan to play with his emotions, not the other way around.

Was this how he felt right now? Did he feel pained? Was Sherlock hurting? Was he hurt because he knew he would never be able to be with her?

"Kate?" asked Irene.

"Yes, Miss Adler?" replied the maid fervently.

A brief smile played across Irene's lips at the girls enthusiasm. "Call Mary. I need to discuss matters with her. The game... seems to have changed."

Her maid nodded and hurried from the room, eyes flashing with jealousy.

Irene looked out of the window at the regal scenes of Belgravia. It was raining now. It seemed to match her mood. She rested a hand on the cold pain. It was as icy as she felt. "Oh, Mr Holmes. Why did you do this to me? Everything is falling apart now."

Out in the hallway, the door crashed open and closed again. A dripping Mary Morstan hurried into the living room. "Miss Adler? I heard that you had matters to discuss?"

Taking a deep breath, Irene turned to face her business partner. She had also become her friend, hopefully friend enough to not be too mad when Irene told her.

"Miss Morstan.... There have been developments in our plan."

The assassin noticed something in Irene's voice. A nervous shadow fell across her face. "Developments? What kind of.... developments?"

"I don't think.... I don't think I can do it."

"Do what?" Mary inquired. She knew perfectly well what. Her voice was becoming dangerous.

"I can't help you kill him."

"Oh well that's just...." Mary sighed. "God, Adler, you.... Why not?!"

Great. Here was the bit Irene was dreading. "Because I... I love him! I love him! I don't know what's going on, or why this had to happen to me. But I know that I cannot kill him, I won't!"

Mary swore.

"Listen, I'm no use to you anyway! Moriarty, he found out - he won't pay me anymore!" Irene pleaded.

"I though you were a business woman. I thought you were professional. You're nothing," spat the assassin. "I'm going to kill that man, with your help or not!" She jumped up, preparing to leave.

"Please!" Irene cried. Mary wasn't listening. "What about John?"

She looked up.

"What about John Watson? I know you have eyes for him. You wouldn't do that to him. And if you're my friend, if you ever were my friend, you won't kill him. Please," reasoned Irene. She tried to sound calm, but she was desperate.

"Friend? You think I'm your friend? You're not worthy of any kind of friendship." Mary's words were poison. She left the room, Irene running after her, grabbing her at the front door.

"Please," Irene whispered one last time. Mary shook of her grip and left.

A/N: Sorry it's a short update! Please don't forget to comment and vote :)