Big bomb collinding. Tag Irene , Aramis

[IRENE ADLER]

She cautiously dragged the man behind her, her hand whipping his back as he growled. Her hands letting go of the mans leash as she sat down on one of the benches and smiled. She had done her routine checkup of Staten island. Gave her client a walk and now she just needed to do one last client in the police department.

Standing, she covered her nurse outfit with her long trench coat. Her hands sliding over the paint of her car as she started to drive away. Her mind determined to get there since her little bad boy could be anywhere on the premises. She just hoped that he would be there. Fixing up her makeup. She halted as she found the government buildings.

That was why she loved the past client she was with. No matter what happened she could always find her way into the most sacred place and do nasty things in the wee hours of the night. Opening the door, she walked up the stairs as she opened the doors and started to head towards the police department. A smile crossed her lips as she carried a bag.

Her hands dropping it in one of the tables as she closed the office door and started to slip out of her uniform and into something a little bit more revealing. Well casual she would say it was, a green jade dress with an open back. That was what the man had requested. Yet when she started to set out her utensils , she saw an envelope and a pretty bundle of cash beside it.

By the large number she could have said it was her money. The letter confirmed it. Slapping the table, she looked around for any victim that she could lash out , and give the chance to experience a whole new outlook in life. Walking outside, she started to hum as she shook her head and looked at the time on the clock in the wall.

[DETECTIVE PETER ARAMIS]

Peter thought he was in for a quiet night at the station.

At this time of night, it wasn’t like there was much for him to do but hold down the fort and get through mass amounts of paperwork. Unfortunately, with a couple hours to go on his shift, he was finished all his paperwork, and had to invent other things to keep him busy. First there was computer solitaire, then he’d moved onto computer Freecell, and finally post-it-note basketball. Heck, he’d even typed up a memo to Lestrade about the basketball game the kids were going to play on the weekend. He still wanted the older man to come to one, even if it was just to watch. Soccer... the man was mad.

It was inevitable that he would actually finally have to do his least favorite chore – filing. Even with electronic file systems, they still kept hard copies in the basement. So he made his way into the bowels of the building, stack of files in his arms. When he came back upstairs some minutes later, he was brought to a pause. Standing in the middle of the corridor, dressed in a green gown was a woman. Now, women came into the station all the time, but at this time of night, and unescorted, wearing dresses like that...well...

“Excuse me, Miss? May I help you?” Peter asked, feeling like something wasn’t quite right there.

[IRENE ADLER]

She quirked her brow as she started to walk towards the possible victim. Her hands extending the rope as she pushed him to the wall and placed her index finger on his lips. "I was looking for someone, but you would do. Tell me do you enjoy anything in life."she asked as she slid her finger down to his chest and smiled. Her hand retreated as she licked her bottom lip and pushed some of the rope with her foot.

" Also don't scream. I am not a pest. or a freak" she called and started to walk away. Her head turned around as she pouted her lips and sighed. No she would not be forceful. But she would take into consideration that she was also a lady.But she knew how to convince, and her client wherever he was had left her stranded. "Follow my exact orders and you shall come out fine , Champagne puppy"she said and giggled as she waited for him to follow or to at least say something to her.

[DETECTIVE PETER ARAMIS]

Peter was taken by surprise when the woman walked up to him and shoved him into the nearest wall. Indignant over the treatment, he was going to give her a piece of his mind, when her finger pressed against his lips. She clearly wanted him quiet. He was shocked into silence, but the second she did something strange with that rope, he was going to do something ungentlemanly.

"I was looking for someone, but you would do. Tell me, do you enjoy anything in life."

The finger slid down to his chest as she spoke, smiling at him like this was all a game. Well, perhaps it was to her. Peter, for the most part, was confused beyond confusion, especially when she walked away.

"Also, don't scream. I am not a pest. Or a freak. Follow my exact orders and you shall come out fine, Champagne puppy.”

Then she giggled. Giggled at him. As if that should be the thing that freaked him out the most, but it did. Suddenly he found his voice.

“Listen, I don’t know who you are or what is going on here, but you can’t just go around shoving detectives around and...and...and I am not a puppy!”

Did he put off the puppy vibe? He was a detective. He carried a badge. Puppies did not carry badges. And yet, he was still standing where she’d put him, like a good little puppy.

“Who are you?” He asked, stepping forward, crossing his arms over his chest.

[IRENE ADLER]

She started to wrap a cord around his neck as she made a slight squeeze. A innocent trick she learned in the uk . It was mostly used for torture. But she did love a man in rope. She could devour liquor like a slut, she could dominate even the most hardest of men. But when a man was in her net. Like a widow spider she needed to wrap him up in silk and make his dreams come true. Licking her bottom lip, she started to suck tenderly his lips as she pushed him with her force down on the ground in one smooth hit. " Stay down there puppy and don't move" she said and placed her heel on his chest. " You can call me the woman" she whispered and started to pull herself away as she crossed her arms to her back and walk into the office. Her suitcase opened as she took out a riding crop and flexed it to check if it was ok and not damaged. Use of her tools could do that in her profession. " Your name my lad? " she yelled as she knew that she was mad, but she got to love madness. Madness was the edge of reason after all.

[DETECTIVE PETER ARAMIS]

Before he could react, the psycho wrapped her rope around his neck and made a slight squeeze. His hands raised in a panic, clutching it, making sure there was room between the rope and his neck. He couldn’t stand rope. Rope was rope and it was...god, why was it around his neck?

He was distracted for a moment as she kissed his lips, then shoved him to the ground, knocking the wind out of him, causing his head to throb, and yet, his hands were still gripping the rope.

"Stay down there, puppy, and don't move."

The high heel digging into his sternum was going to hurt later, but it did the trick of keeping him from trying to move. Whoever this woman was, she was not going to be happy once he found the will to let go of the rope and find his cuffs.

"You can call me The Woman."

“How about I call you a bus up to the loony bin?” he growled back, redoubling his efforts at getting the rope off. “Get this the hell off of me!”

He was distracted enough so that when she wandered off he didn’t bother to watch what she was doing. He did hear the flex of leather – growing up on the back of a horse caused your hearing to notice such things. His eyes darted up at the crop in her hands and he did not like where that was going.

"Your name my lad?" She practically roared at him and he glared at her.

“Detective Peter Aramis,” he snapped back, sitting up and wincing at the way his head was thumping. He hated that. “And as soon as I get this off, you’ll wish you never met me.”

He was going to throw her in holding and write up a whole file on the things he was going to charge her with. No judge in the city would deny him after they heard his testimony.