His Doctor~

Chapter 5

Sherlock stared at "the Woman" before him, frozen on the spot. She was as beautiful as her photograph, if not more... yet he did wish she had clothes on. Keep his eyes on her face; he watched her walk over to him.

"Oh, it's always hard to remember how to pretend when you've had a fright. Isn't it?" she stood in front of him now, not even attempting to cover up. His eyes didn't leave hers. "Well, there now..." she purred, pushing him back into the couch. "We're both defrocked, Mr. Sherlock Holmes." She tilted her head.

"Ms. Adler, I presume?" Sherlock asked, unfazed.

"Look at those cheekbones..." She cooed, "I could cut myself slapping that face." Sherlock only started into her eyes, slightly confused. "Would you like me to try?" she asked seductively. She placed a hand on the back of the couch, leaning closer to him, almost to make him stare at her body. However, he did not.

"Right this should do it..." Jo-Ann said, walking into the doorway with a bowl of warm water and a napkin. She instantly stopped at the sight of a naked woman almost atop her detective. Her eyes did a quick once-over on the woman, then Sherlock, who were both looking at her. Anger rose up in the pit of her heart for an unknown reason as her face reddened a bit.

"I missed something, haven't I?" the doctor asked after an awkward pause.

"Please, sit down." Adler replied, moving away from Sherlock, who took a noticeable breath of relief. "Oh, if you'd like some tea, I can call the maid."

"She's rambling on as if nothing's wrong!" Jo-Ann thought angrily.

"I had some at the palace." Sherlock stated, looking at anything but her.

"I know." She countered, sitting in a love seat to the right of the couch. She sat cross-legged, folding her arms in a feminine manner. Sherlock only stared at her, curiously.

"I had tea too... at the palace." Jo-Ann said awkwardly, trying to make everything a little more normal. "If anyone is interested..."

Sherlock had tuned out any sound, however, as he stared at Ms. Adler. All the necessary areas of her body were covered, so he didn't feel guilty as her tried to deduce her. But to his confusion, he couldn't find any information about her. He glanced at Jo-Ann to see if it was his mind that was in default.

"Two day shirt, new lipstick, date tonight, hasn't phoned sister, new toothbrush, night out with Mike Stamford." He thought. Jo-Ann only looked at him, wondering why he has staring.

"Date tonight? Night out with Stamford? Since when does she spend nights at bars with Stamford? That bas-"His angry thoughts silenced themselves, wondering where his anger came from. Sherlock slowly looked back at Irene... nothing.

"Do you know the big problem with a disguise, Mr. Holmes?" she interrupted his thoughts. He raised his eyebrows at her, mockingly awaiting her answer. "However hard you try, it's always a self-portrait."

"You think I'm a vicar with a bleeding face?" Sherlock asked sarcastically.

"I think you're damaged, delusional, and believe in a higher power... In your case it's yourself." She countered. He only looked at her sternly. "Somebody loves you..." she began, leaning forward in her chair. Jo-Ann's eyes darted to Sherlock. "Why, if I had to punch that face, I'd avoid your nose and teeth too." The Dominatrix stated, looking over to Jo-Ann. the doctor tried to suppress her blush.

"I don't love him!" she blurted out. Sherlock instantly switched his gaze to Jo-Ann, eyes a bit wide in shock.

"What... did she say?..." the voice inside asked himself. She noticed his look and the blush took control of her face.