It Started With Stealing | Sherlock Holmes

52 - Discord

"So...what do you keep on here - in general, I mean?"

Irene stood now, "Pictures, information, anything I might find useful."

"What, for blackmail?" Elizabeth questioned.

"For protection." Was Irene's serious answer, "I make my way in the world; I misbehave. I like to know people will be on my side exactly when I need them to be."

"So how do you acquire this information?"

"I told you - I misbehave."

"But you've acquired something that's more danger than protection. Do you know what it is?"

"Yes...but I don't understand it." She admitted.

"I assumed. Show me." Irene held out her hand expectantly but Sherlock raised the phone away from her, "The passcode."

They stared at each other, each challenging and daring the other to back down. Irene kept her hand held out. Sherlock gave in, or so she thought, sitting forwards on his chair slightly to pass her the device. She input a code into the phone and entered it. The phone beeped.

"It's not working."

Sherlock stood, taking the phone off of her again, "No, because it's a duplicate that I had made, into which you've just entered the numbers one oh five eight."

Elizabeth and John both smirked smugly as Irene shuffled on the spot. Of course The Woman was no match for their beloved detective. He was far too smart for her.

Sherlock dug under the pillow of his chair and fished out Irene's actual phone, "I assumed you'd choose something more specific than that but, um, thanks anyway."

The detective went to stand in front of her, showing off his intelligence with a self-satisfied smirk of his own. He input the code and entered it - but frowned as the phone beeped in refusal. The detective looked at Irene as though not quite sure what had happened. He knew he had put the code in right - it was only four numbers after all.

Irene smiled now, shuffling closer to the detective, "I told you that camera phone was my life. I know when it's in my hand."

"Oh, you're rather good."

"You're not so bad."

Again, the two shared a fervent gaze with each other as an impish smile crawled across Irene's lips. This made Elizabeth uneasy as she could see the glimmer of admiration in Sherlock's eyes for Irene. That and the fact that they were having this intimate moment right in front of her. John could feel the overwhelming sexual tension in the air and without thinking he cleared his throat, saying:

"HaMiSh." He paused, "John Hamish Watson - just if you were looking for baby names."

The three looked at him: Irene looked mortified, Sherlock's brows briefly squashed closer to together as he remembered that John had said the exact same thing to he and Elizabeth and the thief herself was squeezing the life out of the arm rests. When John had seen Elizabeth's face, he immediately felt the guilt rise in him for his repeated impulsive statement. Sherlock looked back to his actual partner and saw the anger rising in her.

Elizabeth was impressed that she could feel her insides boil within her. Originally, she considered Irene an ally. However, now, here Irene was having eyesex with her partner who was also being complicit in said deed. She clenched her jaw as she stood up again, all eyes on the thief.

"Who wants tea?" She swallowed, "I think I'll make tea." Elizabeth struggled to keep her voice shaking from the jealousy as she got up, brushing past Sherlock roughly as she headed into the kitchen to once again cool off.