The curious case of Isabella

Chapter 2: Awakening Addictions

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Chapter 2: Awakening Addictions

Hey my peeps, glad to know if your still reading my truly terrible piece of writing. This chapter carries on from the last scene when you met Sherlock's lover/mistress....i wonder if you can call it a mistress. if not terrribly sorry. :P

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We both got dressed and went to sit in the living room, Sherlock sat down in his favourite chair. I saton the arm rest, my legs over Sherlock's crotch. I pulled a cigarette out of my pocket and lit it up, puffing white smoke out. Myncroft's eyes widened with concern, concerntrating on his little brother who he knew was addicted to them.

"Sherlock. Do you think this is wise?" He asked, he began moving forward towards him.

"Piss off Myncroft!! I can do whatever the bloody hell i like!!" Sherlock replied, this of course was the cold turkey talking. Sherlock then took hold of the cigarette and put it to his mouth, taking a long drag of it in...

"Oh....God....!" He groaned, his eyes became relaxed and his body became less tense as he slunk back into his armchair. Suddenly the door opened...

In walks a small figure, his hair a dirty blonde. His jacket tight around his shoulders and his polo shirt hung off him slightly. This would be the famous Dr. John Watson, Sherlock's "friend".

"Sherlock. And who's this sorry?" Asked John, his eyes surely decieving him. Was that really a woman sat on Sherlock's lap? He moved into the centre of the room, placing down the shopping that he had in his hands.

Sherlock looked up, not moving from his armchair. I smiled faintly at John catching his gaze. Sherlock became uncomfortable by this sudden interest in his "friend"...

"This is Isabella, my....how would you phrase it. Ah yes girlfriend." He replied, slithers of smoke coming out of the corner of his mouth. Myncroft gave a snort of disbelief and John stood in his place, dumbstruck.

"I'm sorry. what!" John finally managed, his face still stunned.

"Is it that hard to believe that i have a girlriend?!" Sherlock grunted, rolling his eyes at John.

"Actually YES!!" Myncroft and John replied simultaneously.

"I thought you were on nicotine patches Sherlock..."

"No use whatsoever..they were irritating me. Like you are doing to me right now." Answered Sherlock bluntly, quickly getting up from out of the armchair and walking over to the window, staring out at the dull street below.

"Should i go..." I asked feeling slightly awkward. I grabbed my coat from off the coat rack.

"No please stay..just ignore them. I do that anyway. I have Mrs Hudson on semi-permanent mute." Insisted Sherlock, giving me a peck on the lips.

"Mmmm..." I giggled, sitting back down in the armchair.

"So how did you two meet each other?" Myncroft asked, leaning against the wall infront of the kitchen.

"Sherlock here. is one of my most interesting enemies, aren't you my love." I smiled at him, watching his eyes light up.

"What! So who are you then?!" Demanded John, getting to his feet in a hurry. He began slowly reaching into the backs of his trousers...

"Miss Isabella Moriarty. One of the deadliest enemies of our renowned Sherlock Holmes." I grinned, curtesying to John and Myncroft.

"Moriarty. Why have i heard that name before..Oh wait, you tried to kill us!!" Hissed John, grabbing the gun from the backs of his trousers, pointing it at me.

"Yes. Complicated business im afraid." I smiled clearly not fazed by the gun.

"Isabella Moriarty you say...any relation to Jim?" Inquired Myncroft, stepping towards me, his face curious but slightly nervous.

"Oh what a clever goose. He's my brother. The brains behind our schemes..." I gave an unerving smile, putting Myncroft on edge.

"So what's your role then?" Myncroft asked cautiously.

"I'm the manipulating and blackmailing." I laughed, crossing my hands over my legs.

"I can believe that..." Smiled Myncroft, staring down at his hands trying to avoid eye contact from anyone in the rooms. Sherlock gazed over at what was occuring between Isabella and John, the gun only inches away from her. However he was intrigued by her lack of fear.

"Why aren't you scared of the gun?" Sherlock asked, moving closer to me, glancing between the gun and me.

"Because my love, I've had many guns pointed at me and that was one but....if i recall correctly, it was infact you that was holding it." I perched on the oak table that lay in the middle of the room.

"Yes i think i remember. It was the case about Carl Powers, we met at the pool around midnight. John's gun pointed at you because you had John attached to explosives and were threatening to detinate him." His tone began to get tense, his blood began to boil.

"Sherlock...that was ages ago my love. Don't do something that you might regret later." I warned, my smile disappearing from off my face.

"And what would i regret....may i ask?" Sherlock smirked, his mouth turning up at the corners.