My Clever Girl

A Scandal in Belgravia (Part 2)

Time Skip

I was in my room, tossing clothes as I looked through them while Iris went to change as well. "What are you doing?" John asked as I kept tossing clothes. "I'm going into battle, John, I need the right armor." I said and stood in my doorway, wearing a police cot. "No." I said and started taking it off. "Why would you need a police coat?" I hear Iris ask with a soft giggle. I kept the same outfit on as I walked out to see her in some jeans, a black long sleeve, and converse. She moved all of her hair to the left. After a while, we got into another taxi. "So, what's the plan?" John asked as Iris messed with her hair. "We know her address." I said and stopped Iris from messing with her hair. "We just ring her doorbell?" John asked as I started to braid Iris' hair.

"Exactly. Just here, please." I told the cabbie as he stopped as I finished Iris' hair. "You didn't even change your clothes." John said as Iris smiled down at the braid. "Then it's time to add a splash of color." I said as Iris tilted her head. We got out and walked into an alley as I took off my scarf and handed it to Iris. "Are we here?" John asked as Iris put my scarf on. "Two streets away, but this will do." I said as Iris looked around. "For what?" John asked as Iris looked back at us. "Punch me in the face." I told him and held my face towards him. "Punch you?" He asked as Iris watched us. "Yes, punch me, in the face. Didn't you hear me?" I asked while Iris smiled. "I always hear 'punch me in the face' when you're speaking, but it's usually sub-text." He said as I rolled my eyes. "Oh, for God's sakes!" I said and punched him as Iris gasped softly, covering her mouth.

He came back and punched me then held his hand. "Thank you, that was, that was-" I was cut off when he tackled me as Iris watched nervously. Suddenly, he had me in choke hold an on my back. "Okay, I think we're done now, John." I said as I held his arm to not choke me so much. "You want to remember, Sherlock, I was a soldier. I killed people." He said his tightened his grip a little. "You were a doctor!" I told him as I could see Iris' feet as she stood nervously. "I had bad days!" He shouted as I struggled against him. "Alright, alright, John. I think that's enough." Iris said and pulled him off as I cleared my throat. We walked to Irene's house as I rung the doorbell and waited. "Hello?" I hear a woman over the intercom. "Oh, um, sorry to disturb you. Um, I've just been attacked." I faked being shocked and hurt.

"Um, and I think they, they took my wallet and, um, and my phone. Um, please, could you help me?" I asked as I hear Iris try not to giggle. "I can phone the police if you want." The lady said. "Thank you, thank you. Could you, please? Er, would you, would you mind if I just waited here, just until they come? Thank you, thank you so much." I said and held a cloth to my cheek and faked cried. I was dressed as a pastor, thanks to Iris' brilliant mind. She buzzed us in as we opened the door and walked in. "Thank you. Oh." I said and looked around as Iris had her hand on my back for fake support. "We saw it all happen. It's okay, I'm a doctor and she's my assistant." John said and gestured to Iris. "Now, have you got a first aid kit?" He asked as Iris rubbed my back. "In the kitchen. Please." The lady as Iris nodded. "Thank you." She said sweetly and guided us to the kitchen.

Time Skip

I was sitting in a room with Iris as she looked at me. "Are you sure you're okay? John did get you pretty good." She said softly. "I'm alright, Iris. I asked for it. No need to worry so much." I said with a soft smile. We went into a comfortable silence while waiting. "Hello, sorry to hear that you've been hurt. I don't think Kate caught your guys' names?" Irene asked as Iris gently put the cloth on my check. "I'm so sorry, I'm-" I was cut off when Irene walked in completely nude. Iris became flustered and turned back towards me. "Oh, it's always hard to remember an alias when you've had a fright. Isn't it?" Irene asked and walked over to us as Iris became more flustered while we turned to her. "There now, we're both defrocked. Mr. Sherlock Holmes. Iris Watson." She said as she grabbed the white paper I used for the pastor look.