Pond & Holmes

Chapter 16

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In the hallway, Amy looked around suspiciously, then picked up a magazine from a nearby table and rolled it up. If Irene made out the photos in the camera phone to be that important, and if she had offended numerous important figures in the country, Amy guessed that she would have alot of enemies after her. After her life. Amy sighed and bounched as much as she could on the balls of her black heels. Typical. Irene Alder, the domantrix, appearing naked in front of Sherlock. 

It was obvious that Sherlock didn't see it coming, and neither did Amy. She just thought that she was a domantrix during her work hours, not off too. Amy wondered what they were doing inside. Maybe Sherlock was explaining to her how the hiker got killed, even though he seemed clueless during the Skype call. 

Or maybe Sherlock was snooping around the room for the camera phone. Amy guessed that it was probably hidden somewhere. Very well too. Looking at how smart Irene was, she would not put it in an ordinary safe. Maybe the safe looked like the wall's colour and material. 

Or maybe, even though it's very unlikely, but after all, Sherlock was a man and had his needs too, they were doing the do in there. Amy stepped closer and placed her ear against the door. Nope, no sounds. It was completely silent. She let out a sigh of relief. At least with Rory she didn't have to worry about women chasing after him-

Rory.

Oh Rory. Amy imagined his soft face smiling at her, or his hand holding her small one. She wasn't this paranoid when she was with him. Maybe it was because Sherlock was an extremly attractive and sexy man, the things he would do to him-

Amy! Focus! Focus on the plan! Focus on what Sherlock told you to do!

Amy pressed her ear on the door and heard them still talking. Amy grabbed a lighter from her vest pocket and set fire to the end of the rolled-up magazine. She blew it most of it out and allowed the smoke to drift upwards. Now, Amy waved her hand over the magazine in attempt to try to put it out completely. 

Amy heard Sherlock say vaguely through the door, "Amazing how fire exposes our priories." She blew on the magazine hurriedly and continued to fan it, while Sherlock shouted to her outside, "All right Amy, you can turn it off now."

Amy was still trying to put out the smouldering magazine.

"I said you can turn it off now, Amy!"

"Give me a minute, Sherlock!"

Amy started thwacking the magazine on the table, but turned around as she saw three men run down the stairs. The first one raised an enormous pistol, which was so long that he must have been compensating for some other short coming, and fired it up at the smoke alarm, shattering it. Amy slowly backed away from him, getting closer and closer to the door. The beeping stopped.

One of the other men hurried towards Amy, aiming his pistol at her and she instantly raised her hands. She looked at the first man as he walked over and stopped in front of her. She said, "Thanks. For stopping the fire alarm." 

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Sherlock was standing in front of the code pad, looking closely at it. Irene had remarked a few seconds earlier that she had already told Sherlock the code, which to him, she was lying. 

He rubbed his chin slowly as he observed the oil deposite on the keypads. The heaviest was on the first key used, which was the number three, but the rest was impossible to read. It was probably a six-digit number, looking at the make. It couldn't have been her birthday since Irene was clearly born in the eighties and the number eight was hardly used. Sherlock turned around and frowned at her. He only just realised that the fire alarm had stopped making noise and Amy had not come into the room yet, and had not made any noise. He was just about to walk over to the door to check on her when it burst open.