His Doctor~

Chapter 13

Jo-Ann stared at a woman she thought had been proclaimed dead. Ms. Irene Adler stood before the doctor now, wearing a long black fur coat and high heels to match... her hair in her signature bun.

Jo-Ann stared for a good thirty seconds before she uttered a syllable. She wasn't sure if she was glad the Woman was alive, or if she was upset.

"Did you tell him you're alive?" Jo-Ann asked, surprised her voice found itself.

"He'd come after me." Ms. Adler replied.

"I'll come after you if you don't." the doctor threatened. This was the woman who put Sherlock in his horrible state.

"Oh I believe you." Irene said in her lovely voice.

"You... were dead... on a slab!" Jo-Ann began to yell, "Defiantly you!"

"DNA tests are only as good as the records you keep." She replied.

"And I bet you know the record keeper." Jo-Ann glared.

"I know what he likes. And I needed to disappear." Irene crossed her arms.

"Then how come I can see you? I don't even want to." Jo-Ann replied with ice encasing her words. Irene snickered.

"Look, I made a mistake." She waved her arms. "I sent something to Sherlock for safekeeping, and now I need it back. I need your help."

"No." Jo-Ann shook her head. She'd rather walk across a mile of broken glass then help this woman.

"It's for his own safety." Irene tried to reason.

"So is this: Tell him... You're alive." Jo-Ann said firmly.

"I can't."

"Like hell you can't!" the doctor yelled. Irene gulped a bit, but stayed silent... showing no signs of giving in. "Fine." Jo-Ann spat, "I'll tell him. And I still won't help you." She turned around to storm out the door when Irene spoke up.

"What do I say?" She asked innocently. That was it.

"WHAT DO YOU NORMALLY SAY?! YOU'VE TEXTED HIM A LOT!" Jo-Ann yelled full tilt, causing Irene to jump. She stomped back in front of the woman, now full of anger.

"Just the usual stuff." Irene whined, pulling out her small, normal mobile phone. Not the camera phone that Sherlock had.

"There is no usual in this case." Jo-Ann shook her head. Irene sighed, and began reading texts she had sent Sherlock.

"'good morning.' 'I like your funny hat.' 'I'm sad tonight, let's have dinner.'" That was when Jo-Ann's attention was truly caught. "'even sexy crime solvers have dinner.'" She continued. Jo-Ann didn't know why but a new kind of anger rose up in her. "'I'm not hungry... let's have dinner.'" Irene finished. Jo-Ann stared, jaw-dropped, before attempting to answer.

"You... flirted... with Sherlock Holmes?..." The words were so unusual for the doctor to say, that it left a weird taste in her mouth. Disbelief seemed to be the only word to sum up her emotions at this point.

"At him. He never replies." Irene responded.

"Sherlock always replies. To everything. That man would outlive God, trying to have the last word." Jo-Ann stated in all honesty.

"Does that make me special?" Irene smiled. Oh how Jo-Ann wanted to rip that smiled off her face. Then she considered it... Irene was special, wasn't she? After she was proclaimed dead, Sherlock only got more distant as days passed... the night Sherlock woke up from Irene's drug, he was asking for her...

"I don't know... maybe." Jo-Ann answered. Irene smiled and looked back at her phone.

"You jealous?" she teased. The doctor's jaw never ceased to drop at everything sentence this woman was spitting.