BBC Sherlock imagines

Lets have dinner?

A/N:
I don't really ship this but I love Irene Adler as a character and really wanted to write about her so this is what I came up with. I hope you enjoy it. Xx

It had been a few weeks since the whole Irene Adler case was wrapped up and I'd heard no information about or from her. I had gotten on with other cases and hadn't given it too much thought.
Well, that was until I received a letter in the post. Recognising the stationary and having a good guess at who it was from, I waited until John was out before I opened it. He finally left for a couple of hours to see his girlfriend, whichever one it was at the minute, and so I took the letter from its hiding place and sat down to open it. I tore the envelope carefully and pulled out the letter inside. I read it slowly...

Dearest Sherlock,
You were right, I did let my emotions seep into our little business. I understand that it is something that will never go further and I respect that. After all you have already got your Prince Charming, whether you realise it or not. I am sorry that I caused all the trouble that I did and I regret allowing myself to develop the feelings that I have. Therefore I decided to write this letter-this...note. I have nothing to wake up for anymore and I have therefore decided it best to cut short my life at this point. Don't try to stop me, by the time you receive this I'll probably already be gone. I doubt they'll find me quickly- there's no one around. But when they do, I've listed you as a next of kin. I know I shouldn't have but I couldn't think of anyone better, and I'd much appreciate it if you were the one to identify me and organise a funeral, maybe. I'm sorry and I do-love you, Mr Sherlock Holmes. Let's have dinner?
Irene Adler
Xx

I took in the last of the words with watery eyes. It was strange, this wasn't a familiar feeling for me and I disliked it very much. I stood up and took the letter to my bedroom where I placed it into my wooden keepsake box that I kept hidden away. I wiped away the tear that had fallen and returned to the living room where I began to play the song I had composed for her on my violin. I played until John returned, thinking. And when we both sat down into our respective chairs, I put the plan I had devised into action. I text Lestrade and ordered him to get a search out on the woman and have him tips as to where she may be. I then began to organise the perfect funeral for her but made sure not to make it public. She was a woman with a lot of enemies and I didn't want any of them turning up. I invited my close friends as well as any of hers that I could find and made sure to inform any family. I had deduced that they had abandoned her long ago but decided to give them a chance nonetheless. As I had ordered, Lestrade had sent out a search for her and I was phone and asked to come in to ID her. I did so and was extra careful to ensure it was her. A week later the funeral took place and everything went as planned. John stood with me by her graveside afterwards and held me while I cried. I could almost see the smirk on her face at this, which only made me cry more. When I had composed myself we returned to Baker Street and I spent weeks grieving, all the time, playing her song. I read her letter regularly and I vowed never to forget her.
Never.