His Doctor~

Chapter 4

Sherlock held a large photo in his hands of a woman... A very beautiful woman in fact. The picture was full of darkness, with only enough light to show the woman's face. She looked like she was in her thirties, with dark red color on her well-shaped lips. Her rich, brown hair pulled back into a bun, with strands tucked behind her ears and curling perfectly at the ends. Her blue eyes gleamed with hidden secrets, surrounded with brown eyeliner that complimented her well.

"I know nothing about her whatsoever." Sherlock said to Mycroft.

"Then you should be paying more attention." The older brother replied. "She's been at the center of two political scandals in the last year, and recently ended the marriage of a prominent novelist... by having an affair with both participants, separately." Mycroft said with notable distaste for the woman.

"Who is she?" Sherlock asked, still looking at the picture.

"Irene Adler."

A black car slowed to a stop in front of a large white mansion. The driver, a young blonde woman, promptly exited the vehicle and walked around to let her passenger out. Ms. Irene Adler stepped out of the car, gracefully nodding to the young driver. She wore a white, short sleeve dress, complimenting her curves. Her silky hair tied up in a bun with luxurious waves along her head. She loosely held her black fur coat in one arm, and with the other, read new text messages on her small cell phone.

"I'm sending you a treat." Was the first text, from a blocked number. The following messages where images sent from the same number.

"She is professionally known as 'the woman'." Mycroft continued.

"Professionally?" Jo-Ann asked, peaking at the photo.

"There are many names for what she does. She prefers... Dominatrix."

The woman scrolled through the photos that were sent to her phone. The first was of Sherlock, exiting 221B dressed in his bed sheet. The second was of his face, up close, showing off his shining curls and muscular neck. A few more followed, scenes of him walking around or sitting in police cars. She smiled affectionately at her phone, stroking her thumb over the screen.

"Dominatrix..." Sherlock repeated quietly.

"Don't be alarmed. It has to do with sex." Mycroft explained.

"Sex doesn't alarm me." The detective remarked. Jo-Ann withheld her chuckle although her mind was dying of laughter.

"How would you know?" Mycroft smiled evilly. Sherlock looked up at his brother offended, and quickly resumed his glare.

"She provides, shall we say, recreational scolding...for those who enjoy that sort of thing, and are prepared to pay for it." Mycroft pulled out more photos out of the briefcase, and handed them to Sherlock. "These are all from her website." Sherlock grabbed the photos from him and began scanning them. The first one was Irene holding a rope tightly in her hands and biting it seductively. To the left of the picture was bold, red letters that said "The Woman. Know when you are beaten." Sherlock flipped over to the second picture, with the woman dressed in a skin tight tan and black laced dress, with a list of pleasure options to the right. The third was a picture of her back, revealing her slim backbone and her outfit of nothing but black lace underwear... a continued list of options to the left. Jo-Ann blushed furiously at the photos, and looked at Sherlock, who was completely un-fazed.

"And I assume this Adler woman has some compromising photographs?" he asked calmly.

"Very quick, Mister Holmes." Eric remarked.

"Hardly a difficult deduction." Sherlock replied. "Photographs of whom?" he questioned. Eric looked nervously at Mycroft, and back at the young detective.