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Sherlock Holmes Fan Fiction

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Sherlock Holmes left the fight with barely a scratch and a white cloth in hand. He reached for a bottle of wine after collecting his winnings and set off in search of the woman. He had seen her, just a glance, right before he laid waste to the victim that was his opponent. More muscles plus greater approval from the audience and yet Sherlock had proven his over confidence meaningless with his logics and knowledge of the human body.

           After leaving the ring, he returned to his lodgings and re-clothed his bare sweaty chest with a shirt and an overcoat. He applied a hat to his head from off the rack and he was off. There she was in his head; pink dress and pink hat, curly red hair. He’d never forget her face, but then again, he never forgot anything, of great importance anyway.

           He turned the corner. Just as he had presumed, Irene Adler was headed down Buckingham Street. She turned and looked behind her. Sherlock was quite a ways down the street but ducked anyway behind the building he had passed at the corner. No need to alert his prey of his presence. Surprise was always a key element in his cases. She turned into an alleyway and Sherlock quickly followed. She had stopped and was now judging him from head to toe.

           “It has been a while since we’ve seen each other, hasn’t it Holmes?”

           “So you’re back in London? Your business in Bohemia must be complete, I presume?”

           “Yes it is,” she replied, “You earned much from my endeavor as well, I do recall.” She indeed had blackmailed the Bohemian prince who had paid him big money to stop her, but all he requested as payment was the very picture she used to blackmail him.

           “I in fact have my payment with me right now,” he told her. He pulled out once the picture of the Bohemian prince and Ms. Adler but he hard torn it in two, keeping only the half with her face. No, he’d never forget her face.

           “Touching,” she said. She moved forward to his left and slid her index finger across his shoulder. “But you forget I am here now,” she continued, “No silly photograph for make believe.” In a mere second’s time she kissed him heartfully but drew back quickly.

“So why are you back in London?”

“Just passing through; thought I’d say hello to some old acquaintances. Professor Moriarty gives his regards,” she answered with a clever look.

“He was always a bit of a challenge,” Holmes muttered to himself. She came close once more. Her face was less than inches away from his.

“You know I’m your only weakness Holmes.” Her clever smile reappeared.

“Oh but weakness is just a matter of opinion. I prefer to call them slight setbacks.”

“You’ll miss me Sherlock,” she induced.

“Perhaps,” he admitted. She stroked the hair behind his ear and looked deep into his eyes.  He ran a finger down the side of her face.

“Tell the doctor 'good day' for me.” And with that, she was off. He decided not to follow. She’d be back, she just couldn’t stay away. Amazingly, she hadn’t once removed the dagger concealed in her corset.
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