Again together

[Irene Adler]

22.00 PM
SOHO
APOLLO THEATRE


Everything had happened so fast that night, one shot, screaming, fear. London's Soho had become a place where terror had reigned instead of the ceremonial theater play of Hamlet. One of the guests to the theater play had been shot in the shoulder by a certain hunter, but this time he had escaped. Fifteen minutes went to Scotland Yard Apollo Theater, three police cars headed by Inspector Lestrade with all his men. The news that someone had shot at the American actress 'Violet Holmes', a beautiful woman who had been discovered in America and which had been chosen to star in the latest film director Downey Junior. With this movie, she had jumped to stardom.

The actress, Violet Holmes lay in the theater, she had a soul of steel and was conscious, saying she was fine and had just been shot. But the medical team wanted to put on the stretcher in order to treat women. That shot ought to be treated quickly since there was no exit orifice.

Violet Holmes could only sigh and said did not say anything else. She left the doctors do their work. The police were everywhere, the press wanted to enter the theater. She heard the voice of Lestrade giving orders to his dogs to sniff the theater in search of evidence. Lestrade went to the lady with a silly grin to be bewitched by her beauty.

'Inspector Lestrade and I want to talk to you. If you have a moment please '

Irene turned her face to see the inspector, her blue eyes looked at him carefully, quietly to let drop a sigh tired, stop feeling overwhelmed the medical staff around. "Mr. Lestrade, you see I can not answer any questions?. I have to put up with the medical staff, but you, I do not think I'll be able to bear"

He dropped his mouth by the answer of women

[Sherlock Holmes]

A case, finally! Sherlock had been bored and nothing could perk his interest. Television, books, theatres... all normal forms of entertainment generally had not interest for the great detective. Despite being alive again, and having Moriarty to hunt down, nothing much had happened. Until now. A gun shot had been heared during a performance of Hamlet. One person, a woman had been hit. That was all that Lestrade had texted him, and by the time Sherlock had finished reading the text he was already hailing a taxi. John was out with another one of his girlfriends at this point, so Sherlock went alone.

Sitting in the taxi, silent as he thought, Sherlock's mind flickered to Moriarty once more. The first he had heard of the consulting criminal had been in the case with the taxi driver who murdered and been sponsered by Moriarty. Since then, most of his time had been reasonably exciting. During the long case against the consulting criminal he had impersonated Mycroft (Although in a different case), died and come back to life. Not too entertaining for John, but enough brain work for the detective. However, he would always consider his arch-enemy to be his brother, no matter what Moriarty did. And a gun shot did remind Sherlock of some of Moriarty's actions.

Arriving, the detective paid the taxi driver then entered. The woman who had been shot was called 'Violet Holmes' which aroused the detective's suspiscions. She had also refused to have as much help as possible. Standing at the entrance to the theatre, the detective spied Lestrade and the woman. Irene Adler. Still predictable. No hint of recognision went over the detective's features as he walked forward.
"Mr. Lestrade, you see I can not answer any questions?. I have to put up with the medical staff, but you, I do not think I'll be able to bear" Hearing Irene's response, the inner Sherlock gave a tiny smile at her words, but still no features changed.
"Ah, Detective Inspectior Lestrade!" Sherlock greeted. "I see you've found me another case and already begun to ruin the scene. Things have been moved already and this woman does not seem to pleased with the attention she is recieving." The detective commented, making a light jab at the older man's skills, which were no where near as good at the detecive's own skills.

"You have no need to worry, Ma'am. I'm not with the police, medical crew or press." Sherlock commented. "I'm a worker here and my manager sent me down to see if there was anything I could do to help." Sherlock shot Lestrade the glance which said 'I am on the case and you better keep up the facade'.
"If you wish I can take you somewhere quiter to discuss compensation?" As Sherlock was always dressed formally, the lie would work, although it was more for Lestrade than for Irene.

[Irene Adler]

Then Irene's world stopped when she saw him. In front of her, keeping his distance. Her feline blue eyes fell into his. Irene had never seen eyes as beautiful as Mr. Sherlock Holmes had, torn, elongated and fitted a cold blue so intense that she had never been forgotten. Sometimes it was true, she could see the innocence, the purity of the detective through them. Only he fell to her heart and felt something that had never experienced.

Sherlock Holmes, the only man who made ​​the dominatrix feel something like love. But she was attracted to his brain, brainy is the new sexy, just as she had said in the past, in those moments when the two of them met the first time. Almost she laughed, remembering the time when they both were; She naked, without disguise to prevent Mr. Holmes could see even the smallest detail. She would not make things easier and more when he sought her camera phone. But ... those moments again and again her heart beat more strongly, rapid pulse, dilated pupils. She had to calm down, the feelings were for losers. Irene lost the game because of the feelings she had toward the detective

Her spell was broken when she cried in rebelliousness, a cry of pain when the doctor had removed the bullet from the shoulder inside this theater that had been fitted to the medical team could work. She closed her eyes and clenched her lips. She was a very strong woman and would not let anyone see her weak though bullet wound that bled a lot.

Lestrade grabbed his inside jacket pocket a small plastic bag to collect the bullet still stained with blood and send it to ballistics. 'Sherlock, you will want to analyze the bullet? Or the remote ballistics?'- The inspector approached the detective who was looking at the woman who had been the victim of an assassination attempt. 'Anderson, will now to try collect fingerprints. You can take advantage that he is not. I do not want to have a match here at the theater. You know to Miss Holmes?'.Asked to him . It's a chance you two you both may have the same surname, you will not be family? '

Irene had not anyone else but him, he was alive!. Alive in front of her!. News of his death were false?. She smiled seductively dropping on the stretcher while observing him, leaving the team doctor to do his job and finished bandaging the shoulder after he had removed the bullet. The pain had disappeared thanks to painkillers that had given the medical team, and thanks also for his presence.

"Oh, sir. But I think I feel safer talking to you that with all this cricket squad surely they will not cease to asking me. I see you as a man who speaks very direct and I think I will not bore me" . Her voice was mellow and the eyes slightly narrowed by the effect of painkillers. "But I have enough strength to speak with you to a place more private. Blood loss is making me feel a little weak". Smiled, juicy lips stained with blood. "If you want you can carry me somewhere else to talk to me?". Irene Adler challenged again Mr. Sherlock Holmes. For her, the game had begun.

[Sherlock Holmes]

The detective watched Irene carefully, as she regarded him. The aim for Sherlock was not to give away his pretend personna infront of Lestrade. Briefly he considered what was going through Irene's mind, attempting to deduce what thought processes she went through based on he small amount of facts that he possessed. In the end he came to the conclusion that she was most likely considering how he had survived. His reapperance into London was still relitively secret and he wanted to keep it that way. Being a famous while trying to solve crimes did not mix.

As the doctor who was attending Irene brought out the bullet, the detective's features did not change, even though, for his role, it should. No one was paying attention to him and he simply did not mind the scene. It was a fact of life. And Irene, the only one who would possibly be observant enough, would not even notice his lack of expression. She was too occupied with the bullet being taken out. Maybe he could have asked John to come and help, but although Sherlock trusted John, he knew that these medical people were trained as well. It would have made little or no difference.

'Sherlock, you will want to analyze the bullet? Or the remote ballistics?' The detective glared at Lestrade briefly, still acting. If that happened when he was on the case and acting, it would have given away the game.
"The bullet." He mouthed to Lestrade.
'Anderson, will now to try collect fingerprints. You can take advantage that he is not. I do not want to have a match here at the theater. You know to Miss Holmes? It's a chance you two you both may have the same surname, you will not be family? ' Listening to Lestrade, Sherlock could have rolled his eyes. Anderson again, why did they even keep him on the team.
"No, I do not know her." Sherlock replied, although he did know Irene, had his acting not even hinted to Lestrade that he was pretending to be a stranger to her? His acting had never failed before.

"Oh, sir. But I think I feel safer talking to you that with all this cricket squad surely they will not cease to asking me. I see you as a man who speaks very direct and I think I will not bore me" Sherlock had known that Irene would accept his offer and so her answer came as no suprise to him. "But I have enough strength to speak with you to a place more private. Blood loss is making me feel a little weak" Sherlock could see where this was going and he was not to keen on that idea, his eyes glanced around for a walking stick, although he doubted Irene would accept such help.
"If you want you can carry me somewhere else to talk to me?"

Sherlock had several ways to respond to this, he could move Irene somewhere else, act as a support, actually carry her, or remain here and get Lestrade to get out of earshot.
"I am sorry that I did not realise the full extent of your wound. You're probably in shock and it would be best not to move you." Sherlock countered. If Irene wanted to play the role of badly injuried than he could go along with it, and add his own touch somewhere. "But I'll still happily talk to you about your compensation if you have the energy for it." Still in the role of someone working for the theatre, Sherlock turned to Lestrade.
"I don't believe we'll need a detective for that. You can question her later."

[Irene Adler]

Irene looked at the detective and the detective watched her intently, in silence. She had a great desire to speak with him alone and maybe thank him that she was still alive. But maybe later, the two of us. Could have this opportunity?. She asked without taking her feline eyes of Mr. Sherlock Holmes. But she thought ... He wanted to keep up appearances, to believe that not knew Lestrade. Sherlock had his own game and she would follow him.

She took a deep breath when the doctors removed the bullet from the shoulder. Had lost much blood and her condition was a bit weak, but she still had strength to focus her eyes on him. All doctors who were around did not exist, just him. It would let him to see weak or defeated. They both were too proud, both of them were equal.

Lestrade and kept bothering Irene covering her field of vision to see him well. He would like to have approached more but he kept his distance by the inspector to believe that those two were not known. The inspector's mouth fell open after the answer to the woman, he felt haunted by her feline beauty. Irene only could smile, her lips stained with blood were extended smoothly, but the smile was for him.

Only when he approached, she held her breath. She bit her lower lip, leaving the eyes travel over his body. "Yes, I am unable to get up to accompany the theater sir." She wanted to keep his identity hidden. But you can find me in the hotel Saboy, room 245, I'll be there waiting for you if you have interest even talk to me. I think you and I ... we have unfinished business ... ". He turned to Lestrade and Irene said something that he would always remember; "I would have you right here, on this desk until you begged for mercy twice".

Lestrade looked them without Know that said, In these ambient that feeling was a bit where bit of chaos, there was some tension that could not be cut. These two were the cause, seemed to electrified!.

'Mmmm....Seems she know to you so..well': Whispered to Sherlock looking to lady.


off; He can go to visit her the next day at hotel? He knows now her address XD

[Sherlock Holmes]

The consulting detective was aware that Irene was watching him, but the detective did not pay too much attention to her while they removed the bullet. He respected her, she was the only woman to have been able to out match him, but they had ended on an even score as far as he was aware. The more important thing was to gather the evidence together. Pale eyes skimmed over the area, searching for any little detail that seemed to be off. It was best to assume that Irene had not moved much since being shot, so the general bullet wound area would face the area where the bullet had been fired.

Sherlock pretended that he was still in character and simply unable to cope with the sight of a bullet being removed while he scanned the area. Both parties knew he was acting. but he still needed to keep it up. All a precaution to make sure that Lestrade did not realise that he knew Irene. Briefly, Sherlock wondered when his brother had been intending to inform him on such matters. Probably never. A previous client who had almost brought down the government was probably something that Mycroft did not believe that his younger brother should know about. Briefly Sherlock considered that maybe Mycroft didn't know. But if Irene was using the name 'Holmes', that would have sent alarm bells ringing. If Moriarty knew as well...

"Yes, I am unable to get up to accompany the theater sir. But you can find me in the hotel Saboy, room 245, I'll be there waiting for you if you have interest even talk to me. I think you and I ... we have unfinished business ... " The information was easily stored away in the detective's mind palace and he made sure that it was filed away as he turned his attention to Irene.
"Very well, I will come around tomorrow evening." Just like how Mycroft had neglected to inform Sherlock of Irene's return, Sherlock fully intended on keeping John in the dark as well. Although John had been rather interesting when Irene had 'died' and then had a little arguement in an abandoned factory about whether or not she should tell him about her being alive.

"I would have you right here, on this desk until you begged for mercy twice". Sherlock blinked slowly and exxageratedly, clearly showing that he thought that this was not the time to say something like that.
'Mmmm....Seems she know to you so..well' Sherlock looked at Lestrade, no emotion in his face.
"I've never paid any particular attention to actors or actresses but I do believe that they are rprone to overexageration, especially when it comes to expressing things such as emotions." Sherlock replied quitely, his voice low was he spoke. Then, the detective went off to analysis the bullet and do what work he could before he met with Irene.

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It was dark when Sherlock left, informing John that he had a small case to work on and he would not need John's help. John had been oddly silent. Still, Sherlock arrived at the Hotel, known as the Saboy. He asked if he could go to room 245 and was given directions. He didn't need them and quickly arrived at the door. Briefly he studied the door, checking that it had not been forced and that the air currents seemed fine. Everything appeared to be in order, so he knocked once enad stood to the side, being cautious. One attempt had been made on Irene's life, another, or an attempt on his own, was not out of the question.

[Irene Adler]

It's time the day had come and which Irene Adler Sherlock was meeting. She knew that was not going to waste time to seduce him. So she wanted out of that game as normal. Before he could return to hear the sound of the piano and a woman singing, a contralto voice, some notes of Oh Bambino Caro and the occasional complaint unable to concentrate too. Because she only thought of him.

For that meeting dress she had chosen a very simple and comfortable; few tight black jeans and a black tank top that clung to her elegant bust, but discovered the bandage of the gunshot wound of the shoulder. Her hair had gathered in a pony tail. Her appearance was not that of Irene Adler, the great dominatrix, if not the appearance of another woman, but she kept saved her riding crop for intimate moments exciting.


When the doorbell rang, she climbed the face of the score. He had come, no doubt, as always so punctual. He waited a few seconds to gather strength to face him.
She got up from the piano bench leaving he heard her footsteps approaching and she opened the door and saw him, she blinked and was unable to say anything for a tenth of a second. "Quiet, I would not expect you naked like last time, Sherlock." Smiled discovered leaving a perfect denture. "Come in, please. I ordered some dinner if you want something to eat. Though I know you will not want anything." She returned to the piano to collect all scores ground. "You look great, but you were not dead?". Said sarcastically as her blue eyes bright and feline slid down his body that had so often desired.

[Sherlock Holmes]

The sound of music playing had not passed the great detective's noticed and it needed no genius (In Sherlock's opinion) to firgure out that the player was Irene Adler himself. So far, everything sounded safe, but the detective reserved his judgement for when all the cards were held, not while they were deing delt. He did not have all the factors, so why should he be lulled into any sense of security. Besides, this was the only woman who had ever defeated him, in any manor of speaking, so keeping his wits about him seemed to be for the best.

The music stopped and the sounds of footsteps came his way. The detective remained ready for a conflict and once again, he survyed the world around him, no one could follow the detective without him knowing, but caution was a good card to play with Moriarty on the loose as well as Irene. The door opened and for what seemed like a while for the detective, Irene regarded him. But it wasn't long, only a tenth of a second at most, and then the woman spoke. "Quiet, I would not expect you naked like last time, Sherlock."

The detective regarded her cooly, remembering when he first found out about Irene, after being removed from his home in just his blanket and then Mycroft practically forcing him to get into something more suitable for his client. Then he had found out about The Woman: Irene Adler. Then it was dressing up as a vicar and off to visit Irene, wear she wore no disguise, or anything until he handed her his coat.
"Quite." The detective said, scanning Irene for anything useful, there was none that he could find. She always seemed to be increadibly good at hiding things from him, although the detective was glad that she was clad this time.

"Come in, please. I ordered some dinner if you want something to eat. Though I know you will not want anything." Wordlessly, the detective followed Irene in, closing the door quietly behind him. He needed to find out why Irene was back in London, whether or not she had contacted Mycroft, or Moriarty and also why she was using his name as an alias. Although Irene had meantioned dinner, he disregarded it, as she had predicted, he woudln't want anything. All he needed was a good mental game, there were never enough people who could just think.

"You look great, but you were not dead?"
"Are you not considered to be dead as well?" The detective commented. "But you are here as am I, and in case you've heard about Moriarty's little stunt, he's still alive as well." Briefly Sherlock wondered what this would be like for his brother. Three important deaths and all of them fakes. Must be a dreadful thing for Mycroft, might take away time from his many meal times.

Watching Irene, still not siting, just standing towards one corner of the room, Sherlock paused. "Choosing to be Violet Holmes was not the safest of bets for coming to London. I'm sure you will ahve already attracted the attention of my brother." The detective commented. Had she chosen the name out of sentiment, surely she couldn't have made the same mistake twice. So what was it? Had she been trying to send a flare? To attract his attention? That implied that originally she hadn't thought him dead. So was it in an effort to attract the attention of Mycroft?

[Irene Adler]

Irene smiled after her eyes absorb the body up and down detective, always so observant. She would not let him deduce anything about her and if he wanted to play, she would join the game. Irene too missed those days where they first met, she naked in home and he disguised as vicar. Now it was something that made ​​her laugh, just thinking that he notice her body, in his measures, caused her heart beat so wild. Sherlock Holmes, the great detective, the misogynist, asexual, virgin, he paid attention to her ...

She had power over him and if she would like to use it that night.

When she collected soil scores placed them on the piano. "Sorry to greet you so with all this mess but I've been working. But, you do not need to tell you this, you've seen and you're used to disorder". Irene poured two glasses of wine in case he wanted to drink, she took over and sat down on a white couch near the fireplace. "Dead? Yeah, I am. Nobody could imagine that Irene Adler, the woman, the dominatrix could be an actress or an opera singer. As you've seen ...". She crossed one leg over the other so suggestive. "I've changed over the name and look, there are many people with the name of Holmes in America, 100,000 people have this name. There is nothing strange. And ... I'm tired of running, if I have drawn attention your brother, I'll play with him ... and with respect to Moriarty, I know that sooner or later he will come to me ... "- She took a sip of wine. "But please sit down ... I have few manners." Irene's eyes traveled through his body. "But what I most care about is that I've got your attention." Her voice was more suggestive, more sexual. "It is a privilege from Sherlock Holmes, the world's only consulting detective. But, dont tell me that you are worry for me..."

[Sherlock Holmes]

Watching Irene with a measured gaze, Sherlock remained silent as he waited for her to speak. Naturally the detective was small on words, he preferred to deduce about people, but Irene had always been difficult to deduce about. So their meetings often seemed more like a game, taking their time, waiting for the right moment to reveal certain knowledge. "Sorry to greet you so with all this mess but I've been working. But, you do not need to tell you this, you've seen and you're used to disorder". Sherlock briefly gazed over what was considered disorder as Irene tidied away.
"What is one's disorder is another's order." He commented, his voice barely audible as he spoke. Often the detective had been told that he was disordered, but Sherlock found it easy to find things.

"Dead? Yeah, I am. Nobody could imagine that Irene Adler, the woman, the dominatrix could be an actress or an opera singer. As you've seen ..." The detective remained silent, not continuing on the conversation for a few seconds.
"Very few can see what is before them." Sherlock commented. Most people were stupid or ignorant, although John tended to disagree. Sherlock had noticed the glass of wine that Irene had poured for him, alongside with on for herself. But the detective did not drink.

"I've changed over the name and look, there are many people with the name of Holmes in America, 100,000 people have this name. There is nothing strange. And ... I'm tired of running, if I have drawn attention your brother, I'll play with him ... and with respect to Moriarty, I know that sooner or later he will come to me ... " Irene had worked with Moriarty before, when Sherlock first met her, but he wondered how well she would cope against him. After all, the detective had been able to find out where she hide her phone and then unlock it. But then again, Irene was very capable at fighting back and had disarmed him. "But please sit down ... I have few manners."

Sherlock's eyes flickered to Irene's position on the sofa, white and positioned by the fire. Slowly the detective walked over to a chair not to near by and sat down. Although he did trust Irene (Not completely, though), he did not think that he should sit on the sofa next to her.
"It is a privilege from Sherlock Holmes, the world's only consulting detective. But, don't tell me that you are worry for me..." No expression crossed the detective's features as Irene said this, his face remaining perfectly neutral.
"If you feel like you are in trouble, you have my number and know where to contact me." The detective replied. "Why should I worry?"

[Irene Adler]

She raised an eyebrow and looked at the detective, "Then I can dare to say that you're my mess and I am yours" - Irene was always characterized by having a sharp tongue and Sherlock was not going to be different . She poured two glasses of wine and was not surprised to see that he did not want anything to drink. She sat on the couch so comfortable crossing one leg over the other and looked into his eyes. "You could not see behind me when the two of us first met" - (Touche!) Irene moved her leg and remained silently watching as he sat across from her, not him, but rather away. This made her laugh a little, but even so she felt pain.

"You still do not trust me, right?. Intelligent, clever Mr. Holmes" - She drank a little wine and remained quietly watching him. She could feel the tension and desire to escape from there was growing more and more. She looked away to one side, there were so many things she would want to say but could not do it. Her true occupation at that time. All her life was now a cover. Nobody knew that Irene Adler worked for the ministry, precisely for MI5. In return, she was able to return to England, home. "I do not need your help, I do not want to be a burden to the detective. Saved my life once, the reason? I never asked you and I will not do it now. I'm not going to feed your ego" - She answered watching him doing so defiant move glass bohemian glass in hand. "Why are you here? For me taking the pulse? See my pupils dilated?. Wasting your time my dear virgin"

[Sherlock Holmes]

Remaining seated, now that he had chosen a chair, Sherlock regarded Irene with no emotion in his stare. Someone had tried to kill the woman and he was here to solve that crime.
"Then I can dare to say that you're my mess and I am yours" The detective did not reply. He had little reason to view Irene as a mess and he had no reason to follow the dare. Besides, Irene was so delightfully useful in providing him with things to do. And that was one thing that Sherlock valued above all others. His mind rebelled at stagnation.
"You could not see behind me when the two of us first met"
"You are very different from most others."

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Leaning back, Sherlock looked thoughtful, thinking about the case at hand. It needed to be solved and that was what the detective was going to focus on.
"You still do not trust me, right?. Intelligent, clever Mr. Holmes" It was not in Sherlock's nature to trust those who managed to keep secrets from him. That included Irene as well as Mycroft and Moriarty. Most other people couldn't keep anything a secret and that way the great detective knew he could trust their words. He would be able to tell if they were lying.

"I do not need your help, I do not want to be a burden to the detective. Saved my life once, the reason? I never asked you and I will not do it now. I'm not going to feed your ego" Although Sherlock did not admit it (not directly, at least), the detective did enjoy having his ego fed. That was possibly one of the reasons why he kept John around so often. John was willing to point out his brilliance.
"Why are you here? For me taking the pulse? See my pupils dilated?. Wasting your time my dear virgin" Sherlock did not look too impressed at Irene's words.
"In case you have forgotten, you were shot at. As a detective it is my role to find out who shot you and why."[/b] He replied, his voice cold as ever.
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[Irene Adler]

"I'm different because I'm better than others and everyone. And that you know it, right?". Replied to the young detective who was sitting across from her. Irene was just observing him, a look of her and could see everything, even knowing the weight of Sherlock, measures of trousers, his shirt or had used or razor blade to shave those cheeks she had so desired sometimes biting or kissing. Irene looked at him with the same coldness and distance that he was using her. Irene had it clear, was not to show any weakness to him. Sherlock once humiliated her and she would not allow it again. Not this time.

"Fired? Ahhh, yes, this little scratch" She got up from the couch and walked away from him to leave the delicate glass Bohemian glass on the piano. There were so many things she hid and should continue so for the safety of Irene and his own. "I have healed the wound, nothing to worry about." Irene walked over to the window that had stunning views towards Big Ben and had already dark. "I will not investigate who shot me and why. I do not need any detective and less to you. Our last meeting was in Tel Aviv, when you saved me from Islamic terrorists. Be at my side means putting yourself in danger and that I will not allow, junior. This time no ". She turned and looked him in the eyes, her slender arms around her breast and she had concealed the wound with a black jersey wrap chasmire her elegant figure, slightly muscled by training she was following in the MI5. "I do not want to start any investigation about it and if I had to choose a detective to take the case, I can not choose you"

[Sherlock Holmes]

The detective listened to Irene's words, his expression still neutral.
"You are different because most other people can't see anything put in front of them. I would not say that you are better than everyone else."[/b] The detective did respect Irene but he also respected his Mycroft and Moriarty - both were clever men who were capable of being equals with Irene and himself. Mycroft in all fairness outweighed Sherlock with his deductive skills but could not be bothered to put it to use as it involved legwork. Moriarty was the one who chose to flaunt his mind the most and in the most interesting ways. Irene was different.

Irene had beaten him and Sherlock had returned the favour. But that did not mean he was going to willingly accept that. She was The Woman and she had presented a challenge but it never did any good to let those who could equal him know. As they spoke about the wound she had received, Sherlock did not let her words dissuade him from his purpose. He was a detective and whether it was dangerous or not he was going to investigate.

"You misunderstand. I am going to investigate this whether or not your willing to help. I have no case and someone shooting a woman who is posing as an actress should keep me occupied. Whether you choose to share any information or not is your decision, it will just make it more of a challenge for me if you decide to keep your silence."[/b] The detective said, perfectly calmly. There was nothing that she could do to deter him from the case. No matter how hard she tried.