His Doctor~

Chapter 16

Chapter 16

"What are you doing?" Sherlock squinted at the sight before him. Just a few moments before, he woke from his mind palace to find two tense women on the living room floor. Jo-Ann held an ice pack to her eye, sitting cross legged on the floor in her loose tank top and shorts. Irene sat with her legs laid elegantly off to the side, wearing her red nightgown... but stuffing bits of tissue paper up her bloody nose. While the scene was strange on its own... it was also two o'clock in the morning.

"Oh you know how girls are." Irene said playfully, in a slightly different voice now that her nose was stuffed. Within a second, Jo-Ann replied bluntly.

"No he doesn't." she said without looking at the detective. "Even if he did, I seriously doubt we are average girls." She glared at Irene.

"One of us is average." Irene countered.

"Average is better than insane." Jo-Ann replied. The two continued to bicker, leaving a very confused and somewhat tired Sherlock to watch. Tuning out of what they were arguing about and bored of the entire situation, he spoke up.

"Oh do shut up, both of you! Avoid further injury and self-esteem-destroying remarks and go to bed already!" the detective then rolled over to face the back of the couch and curled up in his angry position. Jo-Ann and Irene stopped immediately. Glancing at each other one last time, the two sneered and made their way to their own rooms.

"So... Who's after you?" Sherlock asked the dominatrix, setting down his coffee on the desk. All three of the flat's occupants sat in the morning lit living room, trying to discuss what to do next for Irene Adler.

"People who want to kill me." Irene answered.

"Who's that?" Sherlock continued firmly.

"...Killers." Ms. Adler replied cleverly. The detective and doctor shared an eye roll, urging Jo-Ann to speak.

"It would help if you were a tiny bit more specific." She said harshly.

"So you faked your own death in order to get ahead of them?" Sherlock continued despite the woman's vague answers.

"It worked for a while." Said Irene.

"Faking a death.... A bit difficult when you tell someone you're alive. But with proper execution... it could be useful...

Down for future reference."

"Except you let Jo-Ann know that you were alive, and therefore me." Sherlock said in his deep voice.

"I knew you would keep my secret..." Irene shot a small glare at the doctor next to Sherlock, "but it was a mistake telling that one."

Jo-Ann was about to raise her voice when Sherlock interrupted.

"You couldn't keep your own secret."

"But you did... didn't you?" the woman replied. Silence fell upon the three, only to be broken by the person that caused it.

"Where's my camera phone?" Irene asked.

"It's not here... we're not stupid." Jo-Ann answered, setting down her cup of coffee next to Sherlock's.

"And just what have you done with it? If you've got it, they'll be watching you." Irene warned.

"If they'd be watching me, they'll know that I took a safety deposit box at a bank in the strand a few months ago." Sherlock's face read the pure emotion of bored as he spoke.

"I need it." Irene insisted.

"Well we can't just go and get it, can we?" Jo-Ann took a deep breath and looked at Sherlock. "Molly Hooper... she could collect it? If you ask of course." Irene did a quick look between the two, her expression asking if there was yet another woman interested in Sherlock. "Or one of your homeless network could bring it here... leave it in the café." Sherlock listened to Jo-Ann's lengthy plan with amusement. "And one of the boys could bring it up in the back."