Something unexpected |(Hamlet/open) FINISHED

[IRENE ADLER]

Irene walked into the museum, she looked at the monitors and cameras making sure where they where positioned.She did not want to screw up and have her get caught,the consequences of her failure would be very serious and she did not want to be ducked in water either. The last time that she had that little punishment it had created a fobia for her of water, no her failure could not be achieved she would steal that little trinket of a jewel and then she would be off without any trouble. But her plan of escape was still needed to be thought of. The emergency exit was an option, but did she really want to be that obivous, she could get out through the air vents to .

The air vents were a little bit more troublesome, she would have to be very careful maybe there was a sewage system, or she could just start the fire alarm.Then the crowd around her could panic and then she would be able to exit through the emergency exit, that sounded like a more clear plan than what she had on the platter. Feeling her arm brush against someone she turned around and started to stare at the painting quickly, this was very dangerous to be bumping into people it could compromise her job. Turning around she faced the man and sighed. " I am sorry for bumping into you, I did not mean to "she said to the gentelman on her right , Noticing that he was very handsome, a good sight to see , apart from all the art that was around them. An just to her luck she had arrived at the room where her assignment was.

Walking away from the man a few feet she leaned in on the tape and stared at the golden jewel that sparkled in the light,It looked more beautiful up close. No wonder her client was asking for it, it was sure to delight his lady companios and her for a bit. She should really not grab so much attention to herself she was not being very proffesional, bad Irene, but hey she could not help herself she wondered what sherlock was up to at the moment. Would they ask him to recover this little piece of wonder from her hands, Would he find out that she was the one who stole it, or would he just come to her and ask her for it. This tickled her little brain a little bit and she would enjoy the chalenge of him coming after it. For now she had to play the role of a spectator, when the room was almost empty and few people where around then she could steal it.

[hamlet]

Harry, dressed smartly in a black business suit and tie, browsed the various artifacts in the museum. Of course, the exhibits were the last thing on his mind. No, the conversation on the phone with his business associate at Hamlet Enterprises was swimming in his thoughts. Today he found out that the company just took over and merged with another major corporation. Of course, he had no say in the matter.

And of course he wouldn't force his say either.

Harry was just completely tired of it all. But instead of doing something about it, he ran away from it. At least for now. At least until he was able to focus. At least until he figures out exactly what to do. His uncle of all people. Him taking over this company to put more green in his pocket. Why? Did he not care about his late brother?

Apparently not.

In order to match his feelings of isolation, he often drove around either in his Benz or his motorcycle. Finding ways to further calculate, to make sense of things. That was how he ended up at this museum. A random choice. He saw it and went, because it was not the Chandler household. Anything would be better than walking into that house of blatant apathy.

Fuck. Why can't I make sense of this?? He cursed himself as he looked at the sparkling impressive exhibits in a daze. His mind shifted back to the dream he had, the dream he had of his father.

He killed me. My brother killed me.

Thats what his father told him. Thats what his father told his subconscious. And it haunted him. Why did it bother him so much? It was just a dream. But the dream wasn't such a far fetched one. Could his uncle really be capable of murd--?

Suddenly, someone bumped into him. Apparently both of them were not paying attention. She uttered some form of an apology, to which he nodded nonchalantly, before she moved away a bit. Harry took one look at the sculpture in-closed in glass he was currently looking at before moving to the golden jewel the woman stood in front of. He looked at the jewel, indiscreetly glancing at the woman next to him a few times. She looked as much in thought as he did.

Just for his own entertainment and sanity, he decided to speak up. "Pretty amazing, isn't it?" He said, referring to the jewel. "I'm surprised the secret service isn't standing around guarding this thing. Any idea where its from?" He looked around the casing for a description haphazardly, not really caring all that much to look further.

[IRENE ADLER]

Irene saw the man who she had bumped into walk next to her , amd started to look at the same little piece of jewel that she was going to steal.

Seeing him look at it before standing straight and start to talk about it, she smirked and crossed her arms. " Well it was given to a persian princess in 12 A.d and was buried in her tomb until she was found by english explorers in the 18 century ,the exibition was taken to paris then new york and here it is where it stayed." she explained,chuckling a bit as she had read the profile that was given to her on the piece, she knew every little detail about it ,nothing could escape her, she even had studied the security that was around it, no little detail could pass her by, which was a very good thing thank god she did not really want to screw up.

Turning around to face the stranger ,she smiled and streached out her hand as she blushed a little and made her best happy face. " I am Irene "she said to the stranger, she was also wondering why such a wealthy fellow such as him would be around these parts.

Most of all in a museum , did he not have family to go and visit , friends to see ,as well as people and women to pick up. Or maybe he was the kind who had a wife, by the ring he had on his finger it seemed that he was or was he just engaged and was at work just a few hours ago and had to get out to relieve stress. If that was it , damm she was good at figuring out these little small details, but he would not tell her just yet. She would have to wait until she could ask him personally what had happened.

Looking to her sides she wondered if anybody was looking at them, not noticing anybody she smiled. "You want to take a closer look ummm... " she asked him not really knowing his name, but what was in a name.

Did they really need to introduce each other formally, Not by her standars but maybe he would introduce himself in the end. For now she had to wait for the right opportunity to steal the jewel, maybe when the man was gone she could just plunge into the game that was awaiting for her just right in front of her.

Oh she did love jewlery, and not only that she also loved explosives too. Would she use the ones that she had under her jacket to get the hell out of there , or maybe the alarm was a better plan since it involved lesser casualties rather than the whole crowd that was around them. but in the end it was a matter of how things in the end unfolded for she and the stranger, and also where it would guide them to be.

The mans face showed something else though, she was happy as a bird but him something was troubling him, she could sense it in a way but what could it be. Could ,or would he trust to tell her just a little bit of information that she might be able to help him clear off any doubts that he might have about a problem that he was facing ,weather it be personal ,or a worry about his company. What could it have been, Irene wondered, to curious for her own good.

She knew that she could get into affairs that where never her concern, plus then if she got involved ,well what would the outcome be of lending her hired help, of course she would only do it if he wanted it. But the gentelman before her seemed like a man who could have the world in his hands , but who was he , she needed to know , if she only knew just a tiny bit she would be a satisfied puppy, but she guessed with time all could revealed.

[hamlet]

Harry raised his eyebrows in surprise when the woman answered him. Wow, impressive. Harry turned fully to her, not hiding the fact that he was quite impressed. He smiled one of his charming smiles, looking at her with a bit of a perplexed expression. "You know your stuff, that's for sure." Harry entertained the thought that she was in the field of archeology. That, or she either owned the place. Harry was definitely intrigued.

When she introduced herself, his phone started to vibrate. "Oh...sorry, one second." He reached in his black slacks and pulled out his Blackberry. Glancing at the screen, he pressed his lips together and sighed, quickly putting the phone back in his pocket. One of his associates was looking for him. Probably was wondering where he was and why he wasn't nose deep in the business merger that just happened. No. He definitely wasn't taking that call.

He gave a toothless and apologetic smile back at the woman who introduced herself as Irene, his attention fully on her again. She asked him if he wanted to take a closer look and paused for a name. "Chandler." He finished. "Harry Chandler." He looked back at the jewel, slightly confused. What was she implying? "A closer look? How much of a closer look are you talking?" He smirked, thinking she was possibly an employee there for sure.

He noticed her fixed gaze on him, as if she was studying his reaction. Chandler, his analytical mind churning, felt a bit paranoid. Could she sense something about him? His troubled mind seemed to spill over where ever he went. Not that he could help it. But Harry still kept his smirk and asked "What is it?" to her focused glare.

[IRENE ADLER]

Irene saw the reaction the man had given her and smiled it was of course surprising , I mean how could anybody know such information except if they where an archeologist.

But she was neither so she had no base at all to prove that she was an archologist, hearing him say that she knew her stuff made her blush and chuckle as he was very warm and welcoming to her little charade .

This was very good since she wanted to not leave her pretty little apperance to be damanged by saying something wrong ,she could actually not afford that in her buisness and was glad that she thought it that way or else she would not take her job seriously and if she did not take her job seriously well then she would have to retire from the field permantly , and retirment did not seem to be in her cards for the moment at all.

No she could not afford to be caught at all, the last time she had failed a job she had the worse punishment ever and did not need to be reminded of it either. Noticing his phone start to ring and move she sighed and streached out, doing a few arm streaches as she would need to move with haste in a bit, she knew it might have been an odd thing to do excersise in a museum but for her it was more than common.

A good circulation meant that she needed to work out her legs, and arms noticing him look at the little blackberry phone that made him purse his lips as he ignored it ,she just looked away and continued to do what she wa doing.

Noticing him smile apologetically at her and say his name at her finally introducing himself "Chandel, Chanler, Chan, Chandler." she said to herself mentally , trying to understand the name but after a while she finally got it.

By a closer look, she meant to get closer to the piece "I mean't we should cross the line that is what I said no " she said and took out a mirror as she placed it discretly across the line and put it down where she knew the little laser was that was the security checking that nobody had noticed her.

Moving away from the line , she returned back to her previous position as she smiled and noticed that she and chandler where now staring at each other, he had noticed her studying him oh great that was just what she really needed a little bit of trouble, and of she goes getting caught, no she had to not rush things a little and stood up walking away from where she was kneeling and stepped beside Chandler.

An once again began to stare at the beauty of the gems in the necklace ,she had not awsered yet his question, but now she would just for him , walking over to him she curled her arm around his and rested her head on his shoulder. " Nothing you just have the face , like something is plaguing your thoughts" she whispered to him and pulled away as fast as she could.

finding her arm grabbed, she sighed once again and turned around to face the man that was in front of her, " So whats up with you, why are you so bloomy " She asked him trying to distract him from the subject that he had asked her about.

She could tell when a man was in need of some confort and this one was not the exception in fact maybe he needed more than affection, he needed someone to love.

Did he have alredy someone, this suddenly made her think of him which was not a good idea by how bad things had ended the last time that they where together, or maybe it was not so bad at all maybe it was her , but only time could tell what would happen in the end.

Time was the man or woman who could really show her the awnsers that she needed, the things that she needed to do, no one else could set her straight , so whatever she did from this point on was it bad, or was it good she wondered staring at the man who was holding her arm.

[hamlet]

When Irene answered his first question, Harry's brow lifted in surprise once again. He laughed a bit, incredulously. This woman can't be serious...right? He briefly noticed her stretching her arms as he glanced at his phone, but he thought nothing of it. Now instead of being intrigued by her, he was fascinated. What was she getting at here?

When she went over to him, wrapping her arm around his and leaning on him, he could only think one thing. Jesus, why me? He wasn't exactly anticipating having girls all over him when he stopped at this museum. Good thing Ophelia wasn't here...because her seeing Irene on him would've just made his life so much better right now.

He kept his cool however, and acted unfazed. He looked at her, only harboring an expression of mild amusement and nothing else, purposely not trying to send the "wrong signals." Turning to her he said, "Trying to work something out. Get some answers. Make some decisions. That sort of thing." The answer couldn't have gotten any more vague.

Quickly changing the subject, this woman still on his arm, he smirked coyly at her. Just for his amusement he decided to 'play' along and said, in a low whisper "...you know, unless you really do work here, you're not going to get away with getting pass that line. There are way too many people around. A detective would sniff you out a mile away."

[IRENE ADLER]

Noticing his face of amusement made Irene smile brightly as this is what she wanted to see of the man name Chadler, and he did not really need to thank her for making his life or his moment of the day a little bit brighter.

An she was not expecting anything in return either so he better be the kind who did not give anything back, His brow quirking was also pleasing as she meant every word that she said about getting closer to the piece as she needed to get closer even though he was stopping her only briefly.

But she would cross that line , no matter what she could almost taste her prize , and it was the sweetest taste she had ever in her mouth, plus her mouth was watering in wanting also.

Hearing him say that he was fuguring a few things out made her brow quirk, what kind of trouble could a lad such as him be in , he was filled with wealth and she was also sure that he did not need to be thinking of so many a thing as to trouble his life. it was actually good to take some time off, but he was the one who seemed to always think that it was more important to just concentrate on work , she could notice.

" To much thinking is never a good thing.." she told him smirking as she really wanted to make him feel a little bit better about himself, there was no point ever to just concentrate on what was important, if we only concentrated on that we could not live life she thought.

Hearing his whisper she laughed and started to giggle and rub her neck, "The only detective who is up to par with me , and hes my love interest as well is the great sherlock holmes , he is also the man who you might not believe can't stop me, he is also very charming, dashing, loving, excellent in bed, but I was afraid of staying with him " she told him and pulled away from the mans arms and started to cassually walk over to one of the paintings.

Staring at it, she wrapped her arms around herself as she really thought it quite hard to talk about sherlock the good side of him, when she was not really the kind who was also very kind to him, the last time that they had an encounter it did not end up very pretty.

She also did not want to give this man the impression that she was a little bit lonely, but just as he , she also had her small problems , even though they where tiny, they where still problems.

Alas , she could only chuckle and laugh at life for all it had brought her , she might have been a skilled crook but oh god she loved every bit of it, she could not really say it was a bad life at all except for one thing that was not pleasant, failure was this, and she had learned from experiance not to fail ever at her job , which is why she was so good at it in the first place.

[hamlet]

(ok i broke my own rule here with this post being so damn long, but ...hell, it was too much fun to pass up lol)

Harry lifted an eyebrow towards her, intrigued and curious as to what she would say next and trying hard to resist the urge to push her off of him, an attempt not to embarrass her in front of all of these people. Luckily for him, she let go herself as she spoke of a name that was familiar to him. Sherlock Holmes.

Sherlock Holmes. The detective he met at the theater one day.

Father, what is this? Harry thought, thinking that his father was some how in the room with him, watching his every move. Maybe this was a sign that he really should enlist Sherlock's help...and if Sherlock couldn't do it...Irene. He just wasn't sure. He was never sure.

"So you know--" Harry started.

"Chandler!" a familiar voice beckoned. Harry's eyes widened at the sound and he froze. It sounded like Jacob Martin, one of two assistant managers.

"I knew he was here." Another voice. The voice of the second of the two assistant managers, Adam Linus.

Shit. They were the ones calling him, probably. He could already tell from eavesdropping on their conversations that they thought he was troubled. He needed to keep them thinking that. Annoyed, but knowing he had no choice but to put on a show, he grinned before turning around to them, eyes widening as if he hadn't seen them in years.

"Could it be?" he asked with a chuckle, incredulously.

"Uh...yes?" Adam said, approaching them. "We tried calling you. We wanted to look over a few contracts with you. We started to give up but then we saw your car outside. Thought you would be--"

"--here!" Harry finished for him. "Of course, of course, of course, OF COURSE."

Jacob blinked a bit at Harry's peculiar behavior. "Who's that?" He nodded over to Irene, suspecting but not quite certain, that Harry was involved with Ophelia.

Harry furrowed his brow and tilted his head. "That? That?! Have you no decency? That is a she. You should be ashamed of yourself."

Adam laughed a bit under his breath. Harry turned sharply to him and with a hand to his chest, pushed him backward, confrontational. "Hey! What the fuck, man!"

"You want to laugh?! Hm? I see nothing here funny, Mr. Linus. Oh--rather--nothing funny here. Nevermind. What? Are we in Shakespearean times, or some medieval bizarro world where men treat women like shit? Huh? ANSWER ME!"

Jacob put a hand on Harry's shoulder and forced him to face him. "Look! Are you crazy?! Calm the fuck down, Chandler! He meant nothing by it!"

"HA! HAHAHAHA!" He crackled loudly, removing himself from Jacob grip. "That's...haha, now that's funny!"...and hastily started walking towards the door.

"Hey!" Jacob shouted.

Adam shook his head and glanced at Irene, awkwardly, not sure what to do. "He's been drinking again," he mumbled, ashamed for Harry's sake.

"Well, we're just going to have some intervention then." Jacob said definitively. "HARRY!" He shouted and started to jog up to him before Harry walked out of sight. But Harry turned around abruptly.

"What could you possibly have to say to me, you incompetent idiots? I'm a busy man!" Harry demanded, his eyes wide, fuming, and wild.

"Busy?! Flirting with any woman you see on the street?!" Jacob shouted, throwing his hand back to gesturing at Irene.

Harry dissolved, looking wide at Jacob, astonished, as if he couldn't believe the words coming from his mouth.

"Okay..." Adam said, looking between the two of them in a near panic. "Okay, okay, both of you just calm down, okay? Just--"

"EVERYONE!" Harry shouted. "LISTEN!" Everyone's heads turned to him. "JACOB MARTIN HAS AN OPINION ABOUT MY LOVE LIFE!" Harry's eyes narrowed at Jacob, challenging him with a sadistic grin. "Why don't you share with this entire place? Hm? Because guess what? One word from me and I can have you fired. In front of everyone here. You won't be able to get a job anywhere else. So..uh, what is it did you want to tell me?"

"You're nuts." Jacob snarled, turning red.

Suddenly a handful of security guards came rushing towards them. One of them put a hand on Harry's shoulder. "Okay, what is the problem here? I can have all of you arrested for causing unnecessary disturbance."

Harry turned to him, hating the fact that this would probably be all over the papers. But he had to make...some sacrifices. This was a necessary one. His employees would not walk all over him, even if they think he is insane.

[IRENE ADLER]

Irene turned around when she heard the voices that where directed at chandler as she quirked her eye brow wondering what was going on with him one minute they where talking so peacfully , the other she was in a tricky situation that involved her chandler , and 2 other of his coworkers, so that was why his phone was ringing it was them trying to get a hold of him,and to her own surprise she had the perfect opportunity to steal that little trinket of hers.

Turning around she started to face the jewel as she placed some mirrors to block out the lasers. This was a very tricky prosses indeed since she needed to be fast and not actually set off the alarms, kneeling down she moved the mirrors in a certain position so that they could block away the lasers as she whiped at her brow , looking over her shoulder checking that nobody was actually looking at her, and that the guards had not come to take her away as she would not be defeated so easily.

Seeing the wires go off she grinned and stood up walking over to the glass box that was in front of her, and started to cut off the wires of the preasure system that would trigger an alarm.

Smiling she started to walk up the pedastal lightly and turn the jewel around and take out her lock and pick as she fiddled around with it for a little bit and smiled when she got it off, her prize possesion and now she was going to get it, what would she do next, looking around she opened the cristal box and took out the jewel and placed it neatly in a cooling like envelope and slipped it into her blouse as she stared around the room wondering which exit she would take.

Placing everything in its order, she took the mirrors in her hand and placed them in her jacket pocket and slipped away not murmuring a word as she headed for the emegency exit of the building and she surely would escape this way, she had to thank some way that chandler man for helping her in her current situation, and he hoped he had not seen her, opening the door she slipped out into the daylight and started to casually walk away studying everything around her. as she wanted to be calm and proffesional about this, one slip , if it got out that she had stolen it , it could cause great casualties she told herself mentally.

Feeling the Diamonds touch her finges she sighed happily and started to look for a bench to stay a little while in the meantime as she was acting like she had nothing, and was just a woman passing by enjoying the afternoon , this was how her game was played once she had stolen something she had to stay at ease and stay put, seeing a man walk over to her , she could not recognize him because of the blaring sunlight that was hitting her face but it seemed like he was very familiar of her and was aproaching fast, was he a cop had she left any traces at all of robbing the museum , what had she done wrong... she wondered and looked down at the ground and started to pretend like she was catching her breath and trying to relax.

[hamlet]

"No, problem. No, no, no problem. Is there?" His grey eyes glared pointedly at his fellow co-worker. Jacob gave a threatening glare back at him before grudgingly marching past, conveniently bumping Harry's shoulder, and out of the door. Adam followed quickly behind. Harry smiled and snickered mischievously. He knew both of them would never quit. They were getting paid too much.

"See you in the office guys!" Harry shouted for good measure, without turning around. He turned to the gaurds. "I'm really sorry. That was completely uncalled for."

"Heh," one of them said. "Sure was. Knowing how much press Hamlet Enterprises gets, I'm sure this will be everywhere tomorrow. "

Harry grinned and shrugged. "Gotta get use to it sometime, don't I?"

"I supposed you do. Listen, just don't pull that stuff again. I don't want to have to--"

Suddenly the alarms went off and Harry jumped a bit at the sound. Several guards ran up to them and with breathless voices told them that one of the jewels had been stolen. Harry's eyes widened as he looked ahead and saw that the jewel Irene talked about earlier was, in fact, gone. The security guards were preoccupied now, so Harry took the opportunity to make the exit himself. Left the building without much of a rush, just so he wouldn't draw any more attention to himself.

Once outside, he looked around for Irene. He needed to find her. If she was willing to steal this diamond...maybe he could do, well...what he had to do. Hire a criminal in order to catch a criminal.

He figured she went through the back way and so he headed in that direction. But in the distance he saw Irene on a bench, so he quickly ran to her. She had lowered her head so Harry put his hands on his knees and bent down to her eye level. In a harsh whisper, and almost breathless with adrenaline because of what just transpired, he asked, "What was that?! What were you thinking??"

[IRENE ADLER]

Irene looked up upon hearing Chandlers voice as she quirked her brow what the hell was he thinking of aproaching her, if he knew better you should never aproach someone who has stolen something what if the cops found out something or went out to investigate and saw the two of them together.

How would she explain what she had done to the man that was infront of her, " mmm it was exciting no?" she told him and licked her lips as she stood up and grabbed his arm and started to escort him away , "that my friend was a roberry and was it not exciting, and why I did that was because it was my job and I loved doing it and also it was because it was part of my contract and I love diamonds" she purred and started to tie her hair and took out a cap from her jacket and placed it on her head as she stopped a few feet away and leaned on the railing.

" Did you ever experience something like that before? " she asked him and started to take a few deep breaths as she was feeling the rush of just doing that, she had never had witnesses before so this was totally new.

But she hoped that chandler would not snoop her out, and no she was not going to give back that jewel she had to deliver it. She hoped that he would understand but what if he did not that meant that she would have to run she could not really run now .

[hamlet]

Harry's grey eyes widened at Irene in response to her comment about it being exciting. Are you absolutely INSANE? He hadn't heard anything that crazy in his life. Harry has always been in a situation like that because he's always was the "golden child" of the Chandlers. He simply wouldn't dare. He had a reputation the keep up after all. And he wanted to make his father proud so for the most part, he stayed on the straight and narrow.

Reputation. Hm. He didn't really care about it now did he? Not after what he was planning (as ridiculous as it may be). No not after most of the media thought he was crazy for sure.

The realization of that was on his face as he calmed down, determinedly slowing down his breathing and his heartbeat. Yes...why should he care anymore? Of any of it? Of his reputation...of his honor...of his pride...what did it matter?

He watched her stand, almost defeated by the realization, looking completely dumbfounded. He let her grab him and he followed, still trying to register it all. There was no reason to be reserved anymore, like he's been all his life...not if he went through with this plan...

He listened to her explanation and somewhat understood. He just looked bemused and shook his head, not really finding words at the moment.

Then she asked, "Did you ever experience something like that before?"

Chandler shook his head. "No. Never. So...so what do you do now? What if you get caught? What if...what if I told people what happened?" he said in a hushed tone, and not at all threatening. He honestly wanted to know. The question was to prepare himself for his own planned crime...something much more serious than stealing a jewel. Something he needed to do if his suspicions were right.

Murder.

[IRENE ADLER]

As they continued walking, she noticed the hint of nervousness and questioning as she snickered. It was only a matter of time before this man started to ask questions, questions about her job, her life, her profession, if she was scared about doing this for a living.

Seeing him shake his head and sigh replying to her that he had never experienced such a thing made her smile, it was only normal on the first time then you would get used to it after a while, "You get used to it after a while, if I got caught I would be sent back home and maybe whipped for my failure or even worse killed , my clients are not the ones who would forgive so easily." she told him, and sighed remembering the last time she had failed at a job.

Yes her proffession demaded that she strived to perfection if she did not well she would be in a heap of trouble and she could not really afford that leisure since nobody would hire her if they knew that her seriousness on the job was lacking.

" Now what I do is have a nice long walk maybe get some coffee , we can leave the jewel at my friends." she told him and ruffled his hair making him relax.

[hamlet]

Harry just glanced at her for a long time in response to her answer, not even sure what to say anymore.

"I really am crazy," He mumbled to himself, and shaking his head. To even consider throwing away everything he's earned over...over...a dream. Over a suspicion. He was crazy. He was not at all eased by this woman's words as she ruffled his hair, in some attempt to calm him down. His mind was racing, jumping back and forth from the rational and irrational reasoning for his woes. For his desires. For his depressed and pessimistic state caused by the death of a person whom he loved with his very being.

He sighed heavily. "A long walk?" He paused as he heard police sirens in the distance. He instinctively looked over his shoulder. It didn't look like anyone was following them. "I sure hope you know what you're doing. And I hope your friend doesn't try to screw you over. This is insane." He considered leaving Irene to fend for herself but he couldnt bring himself to do it. He knew Irene could help him in some way...if he ever made up his mind and got his act together.

"You said you knew Sherlock, what...did he catch you red handed, doing stuff like this?"

[IRENE ADLER]

She could only quirk her brow, wondering what was up, when she heard him say that he was really crazy. "What are you on about, my lad?" she asked him, poking him in the chest in a humorous gesture as she brushed her hair out of her face. She was now curious to know what was the whole deal with him and why did he suddenly panick.

Irene continued smiling when she heard him say that she hoped she knew what she was doing. She just giggled and rubbed her neck. Of course she knew she had done, it lots of times before had she not. She should trust him on that? Well, the matter of trust was yet to be known to one another , but she hoped he would not help the police.

Hearing him ask how did she knew sherlock, she just blushed and turned her smile serious and bit her lower lip. Oh how did she know the man who just so recently had kissed her and sparked once again the flame of their love? Oh how did she know the famous detective in more ways than one?...she might have said, but then there was the comical side to his question which made her giggle.

"You might not believe me if I told you.. but we share common things and no, he did not catch me doing these sort of things." she told him and sighed breathing in the fresh breeze that was coming in towards them. She loved the man and there was no denying it. Even now she was wanting to see him again feel his skin under hers and actually do some more, but the way he had bolted off... well, it made her scared to follow.

And also, she had a little bit of trouble with the people she was with. They would never accept her being with him she would have to break all ties with them and, god forbid, they kept watch over her mother , payed her bills, and kept her on living just as long as she would do his work -- by him, she meant Archibald, the only man who had a leesh on her sadly.