Dinner for Four

It was John and Mary's first anniversary as a married couple. John pulls their locked arms towards inside an expensive looking restaurant.

It was a huge five-star establishment located in the most luxurious part of London.  A chandelier hung from the high ceiling and brightened the whole place. Mary smiled, thrilled at the thought of eating dinner at the restaurant she had been wanting to go for weeks.

The waiter arrived and asks: "A table for four, is that right?" 

"Um, actually, we reserved a table for two," John answered.

The waiter looks at them with a confused expression. "But, there's already a sir waiting for you at that table over there." And he points behind him.

Mary and John turn around and saw the dark figure of a man sitting on their table in the corner of the room. Looking closer, they identify a very familiar face.

"Sherlock?!" They both shout in surprise. John stomps angrily to the table and grits his teeth at Sherlock's annoying 'innocent' facade. "What in bloody hell are you doing here?" John screeches.

Sherlock, instead of immediately answering his partner's query, calmly picks up the glass of wine beside him, enjoying the view of John's incredulous face. When he finally set the glass down, he simply offered him another innocent smile. "Earlier this week, I overheard you talking on the phone to reserve a table here at this lovely restaurant, which I may say doesn't look as half as bad as I imagined and the food seems edible enough. Seeing as your good tastes for establishments such as this, I decided to have my date here as well. But, knowing this restaurant's high reputation and it's remarkable waiting list for a table, I knew it'd be months before I could get one, so I called in posing as you and changed the table for four. There's no harm done, John. Think of it as a, like many people do these days, a double date. Although I have to say, you might wanna change your phone's password for something more difficult."

John's mouth was open with disbelief. Sherlock? On a date? Blasphemy! "Who'd be nuts enough to go on a date with you? And how? When?!" Mary, who had been as equally as surprised as her husband but remained quiet during the start, roughly shoved John's rib with her elbow to shut him up. 

"John!" 

"Sherlock!"

Another feminine voice overlapped Mary's, and the three followed the direction from which the voice called out. Walking towards them was a beautiful slender woman with clear pale skin, twinkling blue eyes which lit up with a mysterious spark and lovely dark locks falling on her shoulders like waves. She wore a revealing red dress matching her plump lips.

John started blubbering like a fish, not taking his eyes off the woman, who was supposedly dead, kiss Sherlock in the cheek and sit down on the chair beside him.  

"Good evening, I'm Irene Adler." She said.
"I'm Mary, pleased to meet you."

At the sidelines, John kept sending his roomate incredulous stares. Sherlock just shrugged and picked up he menu.

"So... Are you two together?" Mary innocently asked smiling excitedly.
Irene and Sherlock exchanged glances.

"It's somewhat like that." The sociopath answered vaguely, returning his attention to the menu.

"Sherlock told me you've recently been wed." Irene said, discreetly changing the subject.

Mary softly smiled and squeezed John's hand on the table. "Yes. It's been some wonderful 2 months." She sweetly cooed.

John wasn't exactly paying attention to the women's conversation and busied himself by sending Sherlock questioning glares from the other side of the table.

Sherlock refused to pay him any heed and called out for the waiter.

"Has everyone decided what they're going to order?" Sherlock asked.

Everyone one by one said they're main entres and when the waiter went away, there was suddenly an akward silence.

"How did you meet?" Mary asked, cutting off the tension.

"You don't want to know." John muttered, but was heard by everyone in the table.

Irene smiled mischievously, glancing at her date, who was busy observing the rest of clients in the restaurant.
"Oh, the poor thing had been assaulted by a thief and had taken his wallet. He rang on my office looking for help."

"Oh! An office! Do you own an agency of some sorts?"

Irene smirked. "You can say that I offer... Services."

And she left it like that.

"How about you two?" She asked.

"We worked in the same clinic."

While the ladies chattered about their partner, Sherlock and John were having a stare-off.

"Can you explain that to me?" He asked between his teeth, tilting his head towards the Dominatrix.
Sherlock, instead of humouring him with an answer, answered him with: "Nice jacket you have there. You bought it 2 weeks ago, am I right? Must have cost you a lot."

"You didn't answer my question." John said angrily.

The waiter arrived with their food and halted any conversation they were having for a few momentd. Mary and Irene continued talking to eachother, getting along extremely well.

When they were done eating, Irene suddenly looked at her expensive looking watch with alarm. "Oh dear. Sherlock, it's getting late. Lestrade only promised to take care of Haimish until midnight. I'm so sorry Mary. We have to go." Irene apologetically smiled while standing up.

"Excuse me, who is Haimish?" John asked.

"Oh well, in Karachi..."

"Sherlock, we don't have time." Irene sushed him.

"No, tell me. Come on." John sternly said, standing up and looking at Sherlock and Irene straight in the eye with a serious expression.

Mary stared at her husband confused. "What's the matter John? They have to go pick up their son."

"Wait, what?!" John shouted, earning the attention of the whole restaurant. "Mary, you knew about them?!"

"John, I don't understand what you're saying. I just met her today. She told me about her son while you and Sherlock were... Well, I'm not sure what you two were doing." She answered.

John suddenly realised something. "Wait. They have a son?!" He shouted once more. "You have a SON?!" He shouted at the couple. "LESTRADE KNEW ABOUT THIS BEFORE ME?!" He shouted.

"John, for god's sake. Calm down! They're going to kick us out!" Mary pleaded.

Sherlock sighed. "Ok John. Listen very carefully."
John turned towards him and crossed his arms. "I'm listening."

"I saved her in Karachi before she was executed and helped her build a stable life somewhere far away from here. We had multiple relations and we had a little slip and Irene got pregnant. She didn't want to get rid of the baby and she didn't tell me about it. By the time she gave birth, I was supposedly dead as well so I only got to met him last week and both of us decided to catch up. She insisted on going to this restaurant. It was pure coincidence that I happened to hear you booking a table here."

John stood agape, clearly out of words while Mary was just confused.

"And if you excuse us, we have to go pick your god-child." Sherlock finally said. Irene locked arms with her partner and waved goodbye to the couple.

"Wow." Mary simply said.