Hello Sexy Tag Sherlock.

[IRENE ADLER]

She removed the very clothing that she had on her. A smile curling her lips as this job was necessary that she had no clothes to begin with. The alarms were very advanced. More advanced than the last time she had been in this little pretty. Then again, the feel of steel against her skin made her suddenly excited to be breaking an entry. Then again, the feel of the glasses that made her know where to cut the metal was brilliant. A smile curling her lips as she broke off the lid of the top piece that she was looking for.

Smiling she started to strap on the harness as she jumped and started to hold herself half sitting on top of the glass case. Her hands unhooking gently the harness , as she tip toed on her feet and smiled. Her hands taking out the small knife as she set it down on the ground. Standing once again, she found herself smiling as she brushed her half mass of black hair. A small nip followed as she bit her lower lip. Her hands going to her back as she took out her other knifes and strapped them on to her thigh.

To bad she could not bring the body suit. She felt kind of bare. Walking towards the Greek and Roman sections. She trailed her fingers in the air , this was all a game. Now then again, it was also an excited moment. It was good to be back on the job. She had a real tough year. But that vacation had also helped her to set things straight. Licking her bottom lip, she cleaned off the blood and walked over to the light switches. She had asked one of her contacts at the lighting company to shut the power.

The man could expect her payment later, in his bed. Chuckling she saw the lights go off as she started to place a small light on her ear as she started to walk back towards the exhibition. God this was terribly easy.

[SHERLOCK HOLMES]

Sherlock sharply turned another corridor, earning a high 'squeak' as his foot slid across the polished floor. When waiting in a darkened museum for a thief to arrive, one has to choose suitable footwear. Which was possibly the reason Holmes was wearing a pair of neat black converses.
And there was also the fact that they were rather fitting for running.
For some reason (entirely not his own, of course), Sherlock had found himself running an awful lot since moving to the city.
Hence, the sneakers.
Bloody lingo.

All of a sudden, the artefacts seemed to... roman-ise.
It was rather incredible how one could travel from era to era through a few steps in a museum. But also quite confusing, really - especially when filled with tourists. Though, admittedly, after hours it seemed somewhat fascinating.

Quickly clarifying the time on his watch as twenty-four minutes past twelve, the detective began to circle a dull, rather poor quality vase. Now standing in the heart of the museum - armed with only a torch and a baton (a night guard's tools of defense were rather poor, and he had been unsuccessful with smuggling a useful weapon through day security) - and awaiting the oncoming theif.
Holmes was determined that the night would be rather eventful one.

Though, as he turned the final corner, it was extremely unlikely that the detective would be able to deduce such an unlikely turn of events.
Nearly toppling off-balance, Sherlock's sneakers gave one final squeak, as he stopped in his tracks.

[IRENE ADLER]

She found herself to be with company. A smile crossed her face as she brushed her hair to her back and waited in the shadows for the man to halt in front of her . Turning around, she felt her chest tense. " That man, and by god did he look sexy in the night" unsheathing one of her blades, she started to walk over towards him and tackled him to the ground. Her body landing on top of him with a big thud . A giggle escaped her as she started to maneuver the knife in cuts that could expose more of the man. " Well ,well . If it is not Sherlock Holmes.. I thought Id never see you again Sexy" she purred and started to curl one of her fingers in his hair.

Her hands tugged at his coat as she was not feeling in the mood to be nice. Cutting a thick slice around his neck she removed it as she started to put the knife away. God well she had gotten bored very easily. The man was not even saying anything to her at all. He was just a living portrait. Then again, by the mess she had made of his clothes. She guessed that maybe she was not being the friendliest. Then again she did not care if this was sexual harassment either. “ Was expecting someone to steal the museum did we” she asked and poked his nose.

[SHERLOCK HOLMES]

Sherlock's usually active mind seemed to take somewhat of an uneventful turn. He found himself paralyzed, unable to move even when the blasted woman pounced, on him. They fell to the floor with a dull 'thud' (which seemed to be the result of a rather uncalled for tackle - the man couldn't even move, for Christ's sake!), during which Holmes seemed unable to do anything but contemplate a single word.

... What?

The two's seperating terms had been rather unclear, but Sherlock presumed one harassing the other was most certainly not allowed - even if the woman did so happen to be Irene Adler.
Snapping back to attention at the woman's purr - A purr! What, was she a cat?
Preposterous question - Sherlock's eyebrows knitted together as he stared blankly into Irene's face.
It must have been an odd scene.

Rather childishly batting away the hand in his hair, Holmes' mouth opened, though he seemed to find no words to express. And, now possessing the appearance of a rather startled fish, shuffled feebly. Perhaps it was an attempt to wriggle away.

The detective eyed the knife with a look of contempt (his expression presumably due to the surprise attack), and seemed to visibly relax (though only slightly - after all, he was in the presence of Irene) when she replaced the weapon to wherever it belonged. He slapped away the hand that poked his nose, sniffing slightly at her comment, before grasping the woman by the shoulders and pushing away with a rather unfair amount of force.
"Yes, actually," Sherlock almost tumbled over his own feet as he struggled to stand, "What are you doing here?"

[IRENE ADLER]

She smiled , her hands ran across his chest. A sigh escaped her, she saw that he was trying to be defensive. Then again, there was no use for that. Poor Irene Adler would not do that. She would not hurt , her pet. Feeling herself being pushed away. She started to cross her arms. "What is it that I do best "she asked and started to feel rather tense. Had Sherlock really forgotten her oldest profession. The only one she cared about, the one who made her be here with him.

Then again, men could be fickle. They could forget things very easily.Now it was just a matter of time. She knew that at one point, she would have to shift and start to run. Then the chase would start. Had he not even noticed that maybe she was naked as well. Checking her watch. She started to smile. " I have to go complete a job before the lights are back excuse me" she said and started to walk.

Then again, her motive. For him to halt her. Was that it.

[SHERLOCK HOLMES]

Seemingly flabbergasted at the complexity, and not to mention the rather intriguing nature of the situation, Holmes was still able to do little more than run his hand through his hair. The dull atmosphere was certainy not helping to revive his hazy brain.

"What is it that I do best."

Of course.
Sherlock shot Irene a disapproving look, though he hadn't enough moral high ground to think that of her habits. He, personally, had enough strange ways to rival her unlawful ones. But, though he failed to see it, he never condoned The Woman's profession.

"Stop." He found himself saying the word without first processing it through his mind. Not much of an oddity, when he was unable to harness his barely-functioning mind. Though he definitely disliked the fact that he seemingly wasn't letting her simply walk away.
Because that wouldn't do at all.

Widening his eyes as he came to some form of realization, the detective slapped one hand to his face, blocking his vision.
"And for God's sake, why aren't you wearing any clothes?"

[IRENE ADLER]

She started to lick her bottom lip. A chuckle escaped her as she twirled her hair. Her body turning around and started to take a step. The word stop heard in the air as she sighed and rolled her eyes. Did he really think that she was going to stop her. In the state that he was , she was rather thinking of playing with him a bit more. Walking back, she sat down on his hip and looked down at him. "When was the last time we saw each other like this lovey" she asked and started to curl one of his locks. "Mind if I borrow your coat then" she asked and moved away.

Her hands picking up the coat as she wrapped it around her body . Her hands closed the buttons as she pulled it down slightly to cover her butt. Her body turned around as she was now half decent for him. "Satisfied dear fellow or shall I take your pants as well"she started to say and smiled as she turned around and started to walk towards the section and the item that she was going to steal. The man could keep up his way of making her change her mind about stealing the object. But buisness was buisness and she could not keep the client waiting .

Yes she was a patient woman for some things. But for others she could not give a care. She was to busy and to self centered now on the job to back away. Besides that , mixed feelings were sprouting forth because of Holmes being here which made her concentration lack its focus.

[SHERLOCK HOLMES]

Though he still kept one hand firmly blocking his vision, Sherlock's face settled into a rather unusual expression. He seemed to be curiously pleased, extremely shocked and ridiculously irritated, all packed into an intriguing-looking scowl. Irene had already made her reason for being in the museum at such an hour blatantly obvious - so much so that it didn't take particular skill to know that she wasn't going to stop very easily.

But he couldn't help but be a little surprised when she continued to head toward the artifact she was aiming to steal.

"You can't just take my coat and walk away!" Sherlock exclaimed. It seemed he had found his voice, and began to follow the woman. He wasn't sure what would be the result of the continuation of her theft, but decided to currently banish the thought from his mind. After all, if she committed the crime, he would have to turn her in.
Wouldn't he?

He never had before.

But then again, that had been before.

"Where do you think you're going?" He questioned, with he tone not unlike that of a parent scolding a child for bad behaviour. But, of course, Holmes didn't feel that there were many other suitable ways to address Irene.

[IRENE ADLER]

She started to halt as she found the object of her desire. Her fingers almost able to touch it as she grinned. She was not far from the object, but when Holmes said that she should halt herself. She straightened up and turned around. Her eyes darkened as she bit her lip and walked over towards him. Her hands placed on his chest as she pouted her lips. " Say please" she whispered and quickly quick his lips followed by another, and then another. By this rate she could not really hold herself back and maybe she would have to rape Holmes to make a point. But rape was also not the solution. Maybe she could call it tender loving. Yes that word did sound a lot better in her head. She felt like a little girl ready to open her bag of candies. Her bag of candies of course was her ex lover and possible shag mate for this city. But hey all was well that ended well.

[SHERLOCK HOLMES]

Sherlock had seemed to come to the conclusion that The Woman did little else than either walk (he preferred to call it running, however) away, or positively attack him. This theory, he decided to express to her.
Somewhat.
"Is there any neutral grounds, for you?" He questioned, grabbing her shoulders again and stepping back to hold the woman at arm's length. Luckily he had rather long arms.

Holmes frowned, when he realised he could most certainly answer the question himself.
Obviously there were no neutral grounds. She most likely either loved him, or hated him, much like his mutual affections toward her (though he would definitely never voice these). And therefore any chance of any form of... thing in between was extremely unlikely. If not impossible!

Nevertheless, he decided that perhaps some sort of clarification would prove to be very useful.
Or at least slightly.

Maybe he just wanted her to admit it.

He was a rather vain fellow, at times.

[IRENE ADLER]

He saw the man stare at her. A smile curled her lips as she pushed herself away and started to twirl. "Now now, We don't need reminders of the past. " she said , her finger shook as she knew by her own woes of the past that it was never a place to start a talk. Even now the memory that she wanted to keep was the present. The way that she had to fall out of love, the way she was a possession to the most ruthless and cold man ever, the way she had no wings to fly. That was the woman that she was, and he might not get it. But yet, why did he have to treat her like a child , and she like it in return. Though Jimmy did give her a job, she knew as well that by some wicked deed she had been parted from her Sherlock for some purpose.Maybe they did never belong to one another. But what would life had been like if she was with the man.

Oh how the hounds of hell tormented her in her mind. Her words silent , kept shut to protect him. Yet how she wished that he mouth would open and the sweet lies vanish amongst the mist of troubles she faced. To much had happened, and to soon everything had been closed. If she could , but just rekindle some spark then she would find some hope for living. " There is always neutral ground, after all my heart is open for you. Are you open for me" she whispered and started to rush towards the darkness. She needed to suddenly defy the laws of gravity and make her fall. Like a comet , swirling, blazing and exploding into a million pieces. She had revealed a crucial part of herself. Yet what would he say, had she lost him at all even. Pushing her hair away, she looked back and placed her hand in her heart. The beats steady like a drum. When the going got tough, the tough needed to continue going is what her mum said. But did she believe the old woman's words. Not likely.

[SHERLOCK HOLMES]

"Now now, we don't need reminders of the past."
He barely heard the words. Sherlock was in such a dazed and confused state that even he would possibly feel slightly sorry for himself.
If it wasn't he... who was... confused...
Of course.

But if he had have heard the words properly, and been able to think about what Irene had said, he most likely wouldn't have been able to find a way to respond. Obviously he hadn't been expecting this, any of it. Which was possibly why he didn't have the slightest clue what to do. Or what to say, with the exception of the pointless drabble he had previously spewed.
It was a little like his brain was only now struggling to catch up. Say, if somebody is introduced, and makes to shake one's hand, but interrupts the automatic process with another thing entirely, and the brain becomes confused. If that somebody was to say such a simple command as 'sleep', the brain would immediately do what it was told, only in order to gain some form of re-balance and co-ordination. Snap induction, it was called - low level hypnosis, really.
Holmes' brain was a little like that, now.

"There is always neutral ground, after all my heart is open for you. Are you open for me?"
What a question.
If, of course, it had been so.

The detective presumed that the woman would want some sort of response, even if it wasn't particularly one she would expect. Or one she wanted to hear.
No?
That was what he wanted to say, what he expected to say. Because Sherlock wasn't at all sure what he should say. Instead, he stumbled backwards again, holding his arms out as if in indication for Irene to stay away.
"That's not relevant. At all." He wasn't happy with what he had settled on saying.