The Cunning Identity Worker(SHERLOCK fanfiction) {FINISHED}

The Ex of Elsa Adler

so i only have 1 vote for this. I'm not looking down at things i enjoy writing this so like i say all rights to Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, BBC, writers of Sherlock. enjoy- mickey

Irene was much more quiet than John when he was with Sherlock and I. She just stared at Sherlock like she was in love. I knew what I had to do in the end. I couldn't stay dating Sherlock it wasn't even romantic anymore. So while we went to see Irene's sister all I could think of was ending the unattached love fest with Sherlock Holmes. One kiss and a couple on the cheek in atleast 4 months. He never hugged.

The cabby had stopped at the flat. The label of the flat belonging to Christopher Pack was at the top floor.

"Him, Mr. Holmes." Irene said pointing at the name plack of the flat #300.

I took out my notepad writing everything down to add to my other notes for my masterpiece when all of this ends.

Sherlock rang the bell for the flat. No answer. He rang again. No answer. He rang a last time. A man answered very sternly and protective over his living areas.

"YES?" the man said

"CHRIS?" Irene said to him

"IRENE LONG TIME NOT TALK NOR SEE" He said

"YES, UMM SO CHRIS IF YOU BUZZ ME IN CAN I PLEASE SEE YOU. I BROUGHT A COUPLE FRIENDS AS WELL." she said

Sherlock nodded at her unplanned plan. "Not bad." I mumbled

He looked at me I shrugged. He just blinked looking straight forward.

"SURE"... he buzzed us three in about 5 minutes later

"Alright, lets get some information" I said smiling.

Sherlock patting my shoulder, Irene smirking.

We walked into the lobby not telling the manager where were going acting as if we lived here. Getting into the elevator was ridiculous with Sherlock.

"Elevators are very predictable, every elevator going up goes straight down." he said

"Figured you'd say something like that while riding one." I say

Irene began to laugh and giggle. "Your not so bad Veronica."

Sherlock's eyes were huge when we were basically laughing at what he'd say.

I receive a text from John while on the elevator.

WHERE'S SHERLOCK? YOU? MYCROFT SAID YOUR WITH IRENE????-John

John, everything's fine. Irene's helping us find information about the identity worker.-VH

"John worried?" Sherlock asked

"Sounds jealous..." Irene said reading my text.

"He's just worried." I say receiving another text.

Is Irene being weird?-John

No not really, abit flirtish with Sherlock but I mean she seems like its her personality-VH

the ones she likes-john

:\ ill text you later or see you later-VH

Speedys-John

Yes just us two?-VH

Mary wants to sleep after a day of work so yes yes sounds fun- John

I'm done texting because the two are waiting on me.

"problem? Is John Okay?" Sherlock asked Irene knocking on Christopher's door.

"Yes." I say we both watch the door of the flat 300 open.

The man looked about 30 John's height and he looked nervous. He looked up and down at Irene.

"Umm. Hello Irene." He said glaring at at Sherlock and I

"Yes, hello dear. Were gonna ask you how life's been." We follow her into the apartment.

"Is that Sherlock Holmes?" he asked Irene

Sherlock smiles

"Why...Why Irene is he here?" he asks sitting on the couch. She sits next to him. Very close she is to the quivering man. I sit on the recliner and Sherlock is pacing.

"Were here to discuss Ms.Elsa." Sherlock said

"what? we haven't spoken in... months. After it ended." Christopher said

"Why did it end?" he asked. I wrote.

"She didn't want to be with me anymore. She-she decided to still my money and pretend to be me and ruin my life." He said

"Your honest about this. So obviously you don't associate with her anymore." Sherlock said

I continued to write everything spoken.

"She began working for a man of the name Jim, she always talked him, on her mobile phone, computer, Skype, you name it Mr.Holmes. She decided he was more important me so I began to get upset and she stayed here for two months out and in. She tried to mend it about two weeks ago. I didn't get back in contact." Christopher said to Sherlock.

"Elsa said she wanted to have you back because she realized she loved you more than anything." Irene said

Sherlock walked away mumbling something in my ear "Take note" he walked into the bedroom in the back corner.

"She cheated on me!" he yelled                                                                       

"Elsa likes to go to new things, she's like me but can't switch from person to person. She likes one thing for awhile then moves." Irene said

Sherlock had put things in his pockets. "Thank you Chris that's all for now." he said opening the flat door

"Wait!" He said after Irene and Sherlock are waiting for me in the chair. "She's at the west warehouse"

I wrote quickly. "How did you know?" Irene said "That?"

"Here she texted me see!" he said showing us the phone. Sherlock looked up and his cold eyes wondered back and forth.

"Thank you Christopher!" Sherlock said

"I'll keep in touch" Irene said winking

"Yeah, I hope you catch her." Christopher said shutting his door

"Poor guy, he lost her to someone else." I say aloud

"Eh, Veronica loves flighty. It never stays, especially with the criminal like. And the ones who never feel much." Irene said Sherlock moved oddly at this quote.

I knew what she meant, she meant that me and Sherlock wouldn't be together for long. I knew he wouldn't jester or kiss me ever again. Until we got to the flat.

We got into a taxi Sherlock called for and Irene sat next to me. When we arrived at the flat, Irene went into Speedy's for a cup of tea. Sherlock got out of the taxi. It began to rain. If I knew this was predictable he probably did way before. It was snowing and Sherlock asked me a question.

"You feel attraction towards me correct?"

I nodded oddly.

"I don't plan on ending it till your ready to leave." he said

"I...don't ever want to Sherlock." I said to him

"Okay then, as long as it doesn't effect my work." he said

"The Science of Deduction" I say laughing

"It's genius as I am." He said I stand on my tiptoes and he leans kissing me as the snow falls on our heads and chills our feet in our shoes.