His Doctor~

Chapter 6

Irene lowered her stolen gun, and ran over to the open safe. She stared in worry and shock at the empty safe. Empty...

"Shit." She cursed in her mind.

"We should call the police!" Jo-Ann called to Sherlock as they both ran out the door.

"Yes." Sherlock stepped off the porch and fired five bullets into the air. "On their way." He said calmly.

"For God's sake." Jo-Ann silently complained.

"Oh shut up. It's quick." Sherlock said, walking back into the house. He stopped in the doorway, however, leaving Jo-Ann to walk ahead and turn around to face him.

"You alright?" she questioned. Sherlock tilted the gun in his hands, and looked up at her with a hint of concern. Her boot cut jeans curved and framed her legs... and her dark blonde hair pulled back into a small ponytail so elegantly.

"I em.... I'm glad..... You're safe......" he mumbled. He cursed himself for sounding so idiotic, although she already knew he wasn't good with feelings. She smiled brightly at him, walking rather quickly towards her detective.

"I'm glad you're so brilliant Mr. Holmes." Jo-Ann beamed. Sherlock felt a small hitch in his breath and quickly changed the subject.

"Check the rest of the house, see how they got in." he told Jo-Ann as he walked back into the living room. Irene turned and walked to him with increasing anger. "Well that's the money in the bank." He said, taking a small camera phone out of his suit and tossing it in the air.

"Oh, and that's mine." Irene said nervously, holding out her hand. Sherlock ignored her and turned on the phone. On the black screen it read

"I am

_ _ _ _

Locked."

"All the photographs are on here, I presume?" Sherlock asked.

"I have copies of course."

"No you don't."

Silence fell upon as Irene stared at him angrily. Although she didn't think so, that expression was rather attractive on her.

"That camera phone is my life, Mr. Holmes." She stomped over to him, "I'd die before I'd let you take it." She held out her hand for the phone, but Sherlock only stared in return. "It's my protection." For a short time, he considered it... protection? How interesting...

"Sherlock!" Jo-Ann called. At the sound of her voice, Sherlock tightened his grip on the cell phone, and stated,

"It was your protection." He walked out of the room, leaving Irene to follow.

Jo-Ann kneeled over Kate in Ms. Adler's bedroom, trying to sense breath coming out of her mouth and checking her pulse. She sighed and rose from her position. She peaked around one of the doorways, checking for anymore gunman or a sign of a break-in. Sherlock entered through the second door with Irene in tow.

"They must have come in this way." Jo-Ann told Sherlock.

"Clearly." Sherlock replied. Irene walked over to Kate, worried.

"Don't worry, she's just out cold." Jo-Ann reassured. Irene nodded and ordered,

"There's a back door, better check it, Dr. Watson." She said with exceeded venom it seemed to Jo-Ann. She glanced at Sherlock, and seeing his approval, she proceeded to leave the room. As she exited the room, she fought the growing emotion of wanting to stay by her detective's side. Irene walked over to a white desk in front of two large windows, and reached into the top drawer, grabbing a small object.