High enough TAG Mephi

[IRENE ADLER]

She puffed at the pipe, her eyes looking down at the street. Her fingers flexing and releasing the ball that she had grasped between her fingers. The day was hot, and she was a little bit bothered and in an unusual mood. Maybe she would just end her life, what a simple way to die. To shed blood and make ones life seem worth something. Just like the poems that she had in her library. The sun is shining,But my eyes see no light. I see black, I see people laughing, But all i hear is the screaming. What is wrong with me? All I feel is pain. I see my blood gushing from my wrist.

Sitting in my room all alone, I feel crowded, My mind is yelling "Nobody loves me!" Is all I hear all day long, when I sleep I dream of death The blood has covered the floor, I feel light headed The pain rushes through my body like lighting hitting th ground. I think of everything I have been through, rape, drunk parents, beatings by boyfriends, almost killed, Now everything is gone Its silent and as i take my last breath I whisper "I guess this is all I have worked for......Suicide!" What a funny poem , she remembered and yet so true. With all of life’s mysteries and her affection for Sherlock Rekindled she wondered if she was indeed in paradise.

Wrapping the robe around her, she stood up and started to smile. Her eyes falling on a man as she chuckled. Another pretty one on her sight, yet to far to touch. Had she been so foolish to break her regular exercise routine. Had she changed her heart so much, yet she was guilty as well for a few slip ups Faustus mostly. That man was like brown sugar, if you added to much of it your mouth could only taste of that substance. But maybe she had withered her heart, changed herself, wasted herself away. She had no purpose, her money was plenty and she still had a few jobs. But nothing big or extraordinary. Leaving the pipe on her living room table. She walked over towards her door and stared at it.

Her hand raised slightly to her lips as she suckled her fingers. So many questions plagued her head, and now she wondered if she could actually open the door and wait for someone to come in. Would anybody really take the chance at all. Sliding her hand on the handle, she started to unlock the door and turn the doorknob. Her body stepping back as she walked away towards the living room and sat down and then lied her hands going to her eyes as she slowly started to massage them and then her temples.

[mephi]

"What a mess," he said to himself, stepping out of the restaurant. He climbed the stairs, not really caring where he was going. His body dragged over each step, in a sloth-like manner. What the hell was his father thinking, towing him into this like he was nothing. He'd clearly stated over and over again that he hadn't wanted to be a part of this plot. But of course, he'd never listen. He thanked God (hehe, like he believed in him), that his brother had given him the assignment. Though the older man had been more irritable, today... And that never failed to keep Damien on edge.

He rubbed his forehead, pulling out the money to count it. It wasn't much, not by his standards, but he got the job done. He was sure the man would never come to beg his father's favour again, if he knew what was good for him... If he wanted his wife to live.

Oh, he didn't want this. He was so damn tired of it all. But what could he do when they hung over his head "family pride" and "honor?" If he was known for anything, Damien was a loyal man, if not a bit reckless. At the moment, however, he just wished for a bed to lie in, to sleep until next week.

Suddenly, he felt a cool breeze as he walked down the hall. It was an open door, a room filled with sunlight. 'Who would leave a door open, in the middle of the day?' He pondered. Though, there might just be a bed in the room. He could go for that, especially since if he left the lot, he'd have to face his father again.

He knocked on the open door, looking around. "Anyone here?"

[IRENE ADLER]

She stared and sat up when she heard someone at the door. Her body sliding up as she loaded her gun and walked over towards the door. " Come in.." she breathed and started to sigh. The man had a beautiful voice, almost like that of an angel. Yet she could be imagining things. Another crook ready to steal her things too , that could be another reason why he spoke so softly. But yet the little man who loved mischief inside her spoke out and scream to let the man or creature inside her room. " Come in" she whispered again when she heard no sound on the other end.

Had the man really not heard her at all, or was he just pretending to ignore her. To hell with it all, she wanted to see who it was. Since he was not answering, she would take the liberties to actually introduce herself. Walking towards the door, she opened it and closed her robe. Hiding her underwear as she blushed, she was not the usual woman to blush. But for a man such as beautiful as the one before her well she could just say she was a little surprised. " Your quite handsome" she breathed and stepped back opening the door a little wider.

If the man enjoyed good company, he would find himself a very pleased man. If not she would just gut him. She was not afraid to do it, or to use such harsh methods of punsihment. Then again, her job called for it sometimes. So long as things were kept informal between she and him . Then the man could not worry about anything at all.