BBC Sherlock Preferences And Imagines

Sherlock chooses you- Part 1

AN: This is a Sherlock imagine requested by @HotelBellaMuerta1 :) there will be 3 parts to this.

'Irene Adler' I mutter to myself as I approach the front of a large modern house. I press the buzzer and wait for what feels like hours until a woman's voice breaks the silence.

'Hello, who is it?'

'Well right now, standing outside this house I'm becoming the target of all of Miss Adler's enemies, so please let me in before one of her stalkers stab me in the neck'

A low hum echoes inside my ears as the gate swings open and I head towards the door that is left ajar.

'Miss Adler? I'm your new bodyguard, you know the one who was involuntarily signed up for this by Mycroft Holmes?' I shout from my position at the door while fiddling about with the knife sticking out of my long black sleeve.

Sure enough as soon as I stated this she rounded the corner in nothing but a long dark coat and a pair of red high heels.

'Ah I have been expecting you Miss Delia, I trust you'll keep me safe then?'

She leans forward seductively pursing her lips as she asks her question.

'Miss as long as I'm being paid, I'm your personal bulletproof vest, there's no need to worry.'

Irene merely smiles and grabs my hand turning to lead me the way she came from. I scrunch up my face in disgust at holding a hand I am sure has been in many odd places and instead I try to focus on what is ahead of me.

Or who.

We step into a beautiful modern room adorned with jewelled chandeliers and expensive looking furniture but my eyes fall upon Sherlock Holmes and his blogger friend.

'Hm. Plot twist,'  I whisper to no one in particular while flashing a small smile at John and not even bothering to make eye contact with Sherlock. I've heard the stories; he's not interested in anything that isn't a case.

'Back to my question then Mr Holmes, how was he murdered?'  Irene begins, as I move around inspecting the room.

'He wasn't'.  Sherlock replies.

'You don't think it was murder?'  She questions.

'I know it wasn't.'

'How?'

'The same way I know the victim was an excellent sportsman recently returned from foreign travel and that the photographs I'm looking for are in this room.'  Sherlock says smugly.

'Okay, but how?'  Irene asks.

'Well done Miss Adler he just got one step closer to finding those precious photo's of yours'  I interrupt, without bothering to shift my attention from the wall. Based on what I know about this 'dominatrix' I have every reason to dislike her.

I take a moment to sneer at her slip up and turn my head just in time to catch Sherlock's eye. He flashes a small and unexpected smirk before turning to John.

'John, man the door. Let no one in.'

The doctor nods and leaves quickly so, knowing Sherlock isn't the type of man to harm Irene, I let my curiosity take over and cross my arms over my chest, following John out of the room.