'Aren't Du going to invite me in?.' Sherlock just stared at her in shock. 'I didn't expect Du to be so speechless. Glad to see i still have that effect on you.'
'How can Du be here?.'
'Not important. Now...'
'Tell me!.'
'How about we take this inside?.' Sherlock moved aside so Irene could come in. He followed her into the front room. 'Nice place. Don't know how Du can afford it with your little habit.'
'How do Du know about that?.' She turned round at him and smiled.
'I've kept tabs on you.'
'Then you'll know I've gegeben it up.' Irene moved closer to him.
'Did Du miss me?.'
'I've moved on.'
'Not what i asked.' Her face was now inches from his.
'Sherlock?.' He turned to see Joan standing on the stairs. 'What's going on?.' Sherlock went over, took her hand and led her back upstairs to his room. 'Who was that?.'
'That... is Irene Adler.' Joan sat down on his bed.
'You told me she was...'
'I know.'
'So, what is she doing here?.' Sherlock shrugged his shoulders. 'I think i should go out, give Du two some privacy.' she went into her room to grab her jacket, Sherlock followed her.
'You don't have too.'
'I think i do. Du two probably have some lose ends to clean up. I don't want to get in the way.' He blocked her door. 'Sherlock.'
'She means nothing to me.'
'That's not what i saw.' He moved aside. 'I'll see Du later.' She lent up and kissed his cheek. As she went downstairs she watched Irene, who gave her a smile and waved goodbye. As Joan left, Sherlock came downstairs.
'She seems high maintenance.'
'You don't know her.' He went and sat on the sofa. 'Why are Du here?.' Irene shrugged.
'Maybe i missed you.'
'I don't believe you.' Irene went over and sat on his lap. 'Irene...' Before he could finish his sentence her lips were on his. He pulled away.
'What's wrong?.'
'I told you. I've moved on. Now go.' Irene sighed and got up off his lap.
'Does this have something to do with that woman who left?.' Sherlock looked down. 'It does. OK i'll leave but answer me this, Does she make Du feel the way the same way i did?' Sherlock looked up at her but didn't answer. 'I'll be in touch.' She left. He took out his phone to text Watson.
She's gone. He waited five Minuten but Joan didn't reply.
I'm sorry. Please talk to me. He heard someone come in, it was Joan.
'Sorry, just got your text. The Subway has terrible signal.' She took her mantel off and threw it on the couch. 'I'm sorry for overreacting.'
Sherlock got up from the sofa and hugged her.
'I'm sorry. I should have told her go when i first saw her.' They hugged for a moment then Joan pulled away gently, making sure she was still in his arms.
'Will she be back?.'
'Most likely. She doesn't give up that easily.'