The camera phone had long since been locked away. The oak desk draws had held it for years. If one was to look upon it now, it would seem out of date. Dust had crawled like spiders onto the screen and had settled there in layers over time. Of course the data on it was the same. No one had touched it. No one even knew it still existed. Or almost no one. All the documents had been stripped away. Every incriminating photograph. Every state secret. Every bit was now government property. Contacts had been deleted. Text conversations removed. Apart from one. The last one. The important one. But, of course, all this had happened before the phone had plunged into the darkness of the draw. All the data on it was the same as when Sherlock had received the phone from John two months after her "death".
The Woman. Dominatrix. Irene Adler. It fooled all her enemies. All, apart from one, thought they knew she was dead. For certain. It would take Sherlock Holmes to fool Mycroft. And Mycroft was all Sherlock needed to fool. If he could his brother, then he could fool the world.
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Return (A Sherlock fan-fiction)
FanfictionBased on the TV show "Sherlock". Set during series 3 before episode 8. A continuation of the plot from episode 4 ("A Scandal in Belgravia").
