It Started With Stealing | Sherlock Holmes

52 - Discord

"Did you have a fun night then, detective?" She asked pointedly.

"If looking after Elizabeth to ensure she hadn't suffered a concussion after the torture the CIA put her through is considered fun, then yes." He spoke curtly.

A hint of an apology echoed in The Woman's eyes, "I'm sorry to hear that."

"And yet I'm sure you're happy to know it wasn't you they tracked down." Sherlock turned to grab his gown from off the hook behind the door and chucked it to the bed, "Take a shower. Get ready. We need to talk."

And with that he left the room.

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A short while later the four were sat in the living room. Irene had taken Sherlock's chair, much to the detective's dismay. Therefore he was sat at the living room table with John as Elizabeth was in John's chair, still glaring daggers into The Woman. Irene was welcoming her daggers with open arms, staring back at the thief with an amused, kittenish look.

"So who's after you?" The detective asked?

"People who want to kill me."

"Who's that?"

Irene broke hers and Elizabeth's staring competition to look at the detective. She stated matter-of-factly, "Killers."

"Wow." Elizabeth rolled her eyes.

John said, "It would help if you were a tiny bit more specific."

"Is Moriarty after you?" Elizabeth specified as the thought crossed her mind, garnering Irene's attention again.

Irene shook her head, "No, he's let me off."

Sherlock's eyes narrowed at Irene, "So you faked your own death in order to get ahead of them."

"It worked for a while."

"Except you let John know that you were alive, and therefore me."

"And me." Elizabeth added, mildly offended that she had been left out of the equation but she was ignored.

"I knew you'd keep my secret."

"You couldn't?"

"But you did, didn't you?" She smiled, sitting up in Sherlock's chair, "Where's my camera phone?"

"It's not here." John said, putting his tea mug down, "We're not stupid."

"Then what have you done with it? If they've guessed you've got it, they'll be watching you."

"If they've been watching me, they'll know that I took a safety deposit box at a bank on the Strand a few months ago."

"I need it."

Both John and Elizabeth watched Irene and Sherlock's staring competition now. The thief didn't appreciate the predatory gaze that the Dominatrix was giving Sherlock. It made her uncomfortable.

"Well, we can't just go and get it, can we?" John asked but then had a moment of inspiration and looked at Sherlock, "Molly Hooper. She could collect it, take it to Bart's; then one of your homeless network could bring it here, leave it in the café, and one of the boys downstairs could bring it up the back."

Sherlock smiled, proud of his friend's plan, "Very good, John. Excellent plan, with intelligent precautions."

The only 'however' in this plan was the fact that Sherlock already had the phone on his person.

"Thank you." He frowned thoughtfully as he realised that that wasn't a yes, "So why don't...Oh, for..."

Sherlock had whipped out Irene's phone from his trousers pocket. Irene's gaze stuck to her phone like a cat watching a red dot.