The Lone Lover

Chapter 1

Five months after the Fall.

Sherlock's POV

I was sitting quietly in a cornor of the cafe, reading a book on the obliquity of the ecliptic. Of course, I was disguised. I had straightened my curls out, brown eye contacts, reading glasses, a plain white t-shirt, dark blue jeans and a blazer. Jeans, ugh. This ridiculous piece of clothing that ought to comfortable. WHY was I wearing this again. I frowned in annoyance. "Because you're in a disguise, Sherlock." John's voice popped up in my head. "Oh shut up, John" I argued with myself. The last thing I expected was John popping out of nowhere. That wasn't going to happen, of course. Mycroft had made it very clear not to include John in the plan. And now for that I'd have to put up with John's annoying drama. He had said nice things at the funeral though. Maybe I could send him a hat and write "Miss me?" on a sticky note. I looked up from my book and smirked at the ridiculous idea I'd gotten.

That's when I saw a tall, muscular man in a suit approaching me. Newly bought suit, armed, left handed, faded scar on the forehead, habitual smoker. He stood next to me and said "Aah! Mr.Holmes. My mistress is quite frantic and wants to see you immediately." American, hmm.

I have to accept I was quite humbly surprised someone would find me so soon.
Putting forward my best French accent I asked him,"Pardon Monsieur? You're talking to me?". The muscular man just kept staring. His hand went to his left suit pocket with an obvious bulge of a gun "I would prefer you to come quietly with me. Sir."

Sighing and dropping the accent,"I presume I have no choice then?" I asked him with raised eyebrows. "Oh I wish, sir. Now, come on."
Well I certainly did expect Irene to find me. Not just this soon.

I followed him to a Black Audi Q7 with heavily tinted glasses. Smart choice of vehicle. Thankfully not the cliched American white van. As I sat inside the car I felt an pricking sensation in my neck. Ugh. They seriously considered drugging ME? Ah, faint smell of Diethyl ether. I forgot to write up the experiment on that. Good lad, reminded me of.. *faints*

I woke up in a couch. I looked around. Second floor of the mansion, flowers in an antique vase - recently watered. An old painting, possible family heirloom, today's newspaper, a glass of water, a basket with cookies.

"So you've finally come around. I'm sorry, Mr. Holmes," Her voice sounded happy. Happiness, one of the most annoying emotions. Oh yes! Let's kidnap Sherlock Holmes and be merry! Ugh. Such boring lives they led. "I told Rick not to give such a huge dose of-" "Diethyl Ether" we said together. I turned around to look at person speaking to me. She was standing right behind the couch holding a book. Artemis Fowl? What was she, three? And then it hit me. The irony.

"Yes. Irony indeed. Though I'm not going to demand gold ingots for your release", she grinned. She was 5'8, jet black hair, beautiful blue eyes, manicured nails, engaged (solitaire ring), wearing a white formal shirt, black pants and heels. She carried herself with confidence yet there seemed to be a grace in her gait, interesting. She walked and sat in the sofa in front of the couch. Her face, it seemed familiar. "You don't remember me, do you?" she asked. Dancer, cat lover.. "If you're done trying to read me, I could tell you who I am ", she smiled. She phone buzzed indicating she'd received a message. 

"How many know?" I asked. "I'm sorry?" she looked confused. "How many know I'm alive?". Something about what I'd said make her smirk. What. "I know how to keep a secret Sherl- Mr.Holmes. Me and Rick know. Who else? You should ask your dear brother. He organised the whole play didn't he? He isn't going to be very happy with this though. Well, he never is happy with anything that isn't suggested by him and been implemented immediately " She held back a laugh while I snorted. She knew Mycroft alright.  

 Her phone buzzed again. She sighed, slightly annoyed and picked up her phone.Biting her lower lip and trying not to throw her phone out the window she said, "We are at my family's mansion. I have some disguises in the room two lefts from here. You can use them if you want to go out. I've got to dash, sorry." She looked up from her phone and smiled sadly.

"If I want to go out? I applaud your thinking. Brilliant. Let's kidnap a man and set him free to go anywhere, in a disguise. Is this what you kidnappers do these days? And I thought Anderson was an idiot." I said my voice lacing with arrogance. Well, to be fair, it was really stupid.

Then, she smiled. A proud evil smile, which looked eerily familiar.

 "I would advise you to drink some water and rest. I will be back, soon." 

I raised my eyebrows in pure confusion. This woman knew him well enough that he wouldn't step outside without finding out who this woman was and for what she had brought him here. 

"Goodbye Mr.Holmes" she chirped. 

"Oh, and I'm most certainly not Irene Adler" she said with a sad smile,

 "I'm Jeanette. Think hard, Mr. Holmes. I've been told I make quite an impression" And with that she walked out of the room.

Then with a jolt, recognition hit me. She'd switched hair colours. But, she was engaged. 

Engaged? My head was throbbing in pain so I drank the glass of water.

 "Oh for god's sakes!" I said, annoyed. Stupid, stupid! Obviously the water was spiked!

And yet again I fainted, back onto the couch.

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