Sherlock Holmes couldn't help it. But when he saw that place, her flat, on the way to the pool...... He needed more information before walking right into the trap he knew the pool would be.
He told the driver to stop and wait, then got out of the cab.
He ran up to the simple flat building that, in reality, held so much history.
He remembered that night so clearly.
It had been a cold, winter's night. She had looked so beautiful in the moonlight. He couldn't have helped it, but suddenly, they were kissing. They ran up to the flat she had been currently staying in, her leading the way. They made it to her bedroom and, oh, her, the woman, his woman.
He made his way up the stairs and, when he got to the top, he nearly bumped into a small, brunette woman.
"Sorry," Sherlock mumbled under his breath.
"It's alright," the lady said and started to walk away.
Sherlock was going to walk away, too, but something stopped him.
"Wait," he called back.
"Yes?" the lady answered.
"Do you live here?"
She nodded.
"How long?" he asked.
The lady shrugged. "A long time, I guess."
"Do you know of an Irene Adler?"
The lady's face seemed to grow cold and stern. Again, she nodded.
"Can you tell me anything about her? About any news to where to she might be, any strange people that visited?" Sherlock asked eagerly.
"I can, but it depends on who you are," the lady replied.
Sherlock ran up so he was standing directly next to her, seeming intimidating next to her small form.
"I'm Sherlock Holmes, I need to find Irene Adler, and I need you to give me all the information you've got," Sherlock said through a clenched jaw.
The lady shrunk back.
"She, umm, was my next door neighbour. She, umm, was a dominatrix. She-"
"Yes, yes, I know all that," Sherlock said, annoyed.
"Oh, well, then, ummm."
"Any strange clients? Anything?!"
"Oh, yes, there-there was this one client, a man. I started noticing his schedule. He came every Tuesday, arriving precisely at ten in the morning and leaving at precisely five in the afternoon. I thought that was an awful long time for a client. Then he started coming on Mondays and Wednesdays as well. Then he started coming every day. Then," she paused, "He started staying over."
"Can you describe this man to me?"
She nodded.
"He always wore a suit and kept his hair in a slick, professional looking style."
Sherlock knew.
"His voice, did you ever notice anything strange about his voice?!" Sherlock yelled.
The lady shrunk back again.
"I..I did here him once. It was just a simple 'Thank you, Ms. Adler' but his voice was so...soft. So light, high, calming. I....felt....seduced, as if hypnotised, by it."
Sherlock nodded.
"A name? Did you get a name?"
The lady looked up at him, obviously very scared.
She shook her head.
Sherlock nodded again, then began to walk away. Suddenly, he remembered something and turned back.
"What's your name?" he called back.
The lady turned around.
"Clara," she said simply and scurried away.
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A Viola's Song
FanfictionViola Holmes has always wondered if her life was supposed to be like this. Her father is the famous Sherlock Holmes who never has time for her (except for cases) and her mother, Irene Adler, left her when she was very young. Solving cases, fighting...
