Morstan and Adler

Thirteen: Irene

IRENE 

When Sherlock left her at her hotel, a firm, brooding look on his face, Irene decided then and there that she needed to see Mary. This feud between them was wearing Sherlock out, and she hated to see him so miserable. She could only imagine how John was acting. 

Her phone buzzed. 

I need to see you now. The usual place. 

AGRA 

Mary. Of course, she wasn't actually called Mary, but that's how Irene had always known her. 

She dropped off  few things she didn't need, wrapped herself in a black trench coat, changed her heels to comfortable trainers, and headed out. 

The "usual place" was a café a few miles from Baker Street. They never actually ate there, just waited outside. Irene made her way there as quickly as possible, and found Mary, waiting. 

"Irene, you're here," Mary said curtly. Her expression was reproachful, yet reconciling, like she hadn't quite gotten over her argument with Irene, but she wanted to. 

"Right," Mary began, sighing. 

"We have to stop this fight," they both said simultaneously - then looked at one another, slightly weirded out. 

"I can't do it to John," Mary explained, at the same time Irene said: 

"I can't do it to Sherlock." 

They held each other's gaze for a moment, then burst out in a fit of giggles, before hugging. 

"I'm so glad you're my friend," Mary muttered, her head on Irene's shoulder. 

"Me too. I'm sorry I shouted. I was just..." Irene moved away from her. "Worried." 

"I know," Mary smiled. 

"Come on," Irene said, walking away. 

"Where?" 

"Oh, I recently came into an investment. And a girl's gotta do her shopping!" 

The women laughed, and headed off down the street. 

A/N: Sorry I haven't updated in a while! And also that this chapter is really short. But there will be a lot more updates to come! It's just, I've been working on something new... :)