Long Time, No See

The Resurrection of Irene Adler

Sherlock's POV.............................

I woke up to the music of a piano; the music itself was sad and depressing, which made me worry about Sam. The only time she plays classical music is when we would do a duet of my choosing. Therefore, I put on clothes and went down to her flat. When I got down there she was in her clothes from yesterday. I noticed she had been crying all night. "Sammy." I said getting her attention. Then the music stopped.

"Sher." Sammy replied, "I made a mistake."

"What was it?" I asked her as I walked over to her and sat on the bench next to her.

"Irene and I met at a bar, before she started her 'buisness'. She pickpocketed my phone and put jer number into it. We were together for a month. It was a good month but I made the mistake and fell in love. We broke up becuase she cheated on me. I asked her why but she never awnsered me. Few years later she called me up to make her website. It was hard for me becuase I still cared. I still care for her. No as much as I did but I still do." I admitted to him.

"I am sorry, Sammy. You don't deserve to be cheated on. She threw away an amazing person." I told her.

"Amazing?" She questioned, "I faked my death, making you believe I was dead. I am the world's best hacker, that is known for haking several people and them not knowing untill it's too late. I have assassin training and have killed people. I cut off my older brother's pinky toe, becuase he severely pissed me off."

"Eh, we all make mistakes." I reasoned, "You should tell me that story though, it sounds hilarious."

"It was becuase I knew he stole the necklace you gave me and then he honestly just began to piss me off. So that following night I stole the gardening sheers, snuck into his room, cut off the toe and ran away, leaving the sheers umder his bed. They knew it was me, honestly the punishment I got for that was almost worth it." She explained to me. "Am I a criminal, maybe. Am I amazing, no."

"Then you don't see yourself as I see you." I told her, "I see you as this amazing, wonderful person who can hold her own in a fight, showing the world you are not fragile."

"Thank you, Sherlock." She said, taking my hand and holding it in her's.

"For what?"

"For being there for me. For not despising me for faking my death. For all the times you were my shoulder to cry on." She smiled slightly at me, my heart fluttered. It hasn't done that since well, when she reaveled herself, saying she wasn't dead.

"I will never regret the day I saved your life, Sammy." I told her, honestly. After that a few days went by. I was worried about Sam, so I stayed with her. I ignored all my clients, even told Lestrade I couldn't help him; not while Sam is like this. At nights I would have to convince her to go to sleep and I would stay next to her the whole night just in case she woke up. Then John wanted to talk to me alone, dragging me to 221B.

"You love her, don't you?" John asled and I was slightly taken back. I haven't thought about it. When we were kids she took what the bullies said to heart and became depressed. I did the same as I am doing know but am I? Am I in love with Sam? "Sherlock. The way you look at her. The way you talk about her. The way you talk to her. Sherlock, you're putting your heart in front of your mind and I am proud but I want to know. Do you love Sam?" I then walked over to my chair, John's eyes following me the whole way, I sat down.

"I-i don't know." I told him. I sat there thinking, asking myself the question John asked me. John looked at me in shock.

"The great Sherlock Holmes doesn't know?" He said, surpried. "Think about it Sherlock. You've been telling clients, even Lestrade to go away becuase you are worried about her. Sherlock, I believe you are in love with her becuase you wouldn't do that for anyone else."