The Exception (sherlock x reader)

Chapter 11: The Woman

Dominatrix, well this will be interesting.

Well you were right about that. Sherlocks clever disguises and lies had gotten the three of you into the Women's house. Sherlock as a priest who had been robbed, John as a witness, and you as Sherlocks wife... John seemed to question this decision on  Sherlocks part

"It's more convincing," he told John who didn't believe this reasoning, but why? You weren't sure and didn't have the chance to dwell on this before an interesting moment of acting very startled while clinging onto sherlock. You had to admit it wasn't the worst moment of your life though.

You had gotten into the house with no trouble and went to look for a first aid kit leaving Sherlock to try and find the Women's phone.

"Are you sure this is going to work?" You asked John. This all seemed too easy.

"How could it go wrong?" He reassured you as you rounded the corner into the living room where Sherlock was, but he was no longer alone. There standing very close to where Sherlock was sitting was the Woman. To be more specific the nude Woman. In her mouth she had Sherlocks preaching band between her teeth. You felt your face become very warm, and not from embarrassment (ok, maybe a little bit), but from anger. What the hell was she trying to do!?! You became suddenly interested in the rooms decorum. Such marvelous curtains, yes, quite intriguing more intriguing than anything else in this room, yes.

"(Y/n), John, this is Irene Adler, Also known as the Woman." Sherlock broke the unbarringly  awkward silence. His voice calm and smooth as always. Why is he so calm? You still felt angry. Why? You weren't sure even though it was quite obvious she was standing there as named as one can get.

"I, um, I'll just leave this too you guys." You muttered begrudgingly before quickly exiting the room. You waited around the corner for a minute or so listening to the small parts of their conversation before John exited the room locking the doors behind him. "What are your doing?" You asked highly concerned and confused as to why he was locking Sherlock in that room with her.

"Calm down, (y/n), Sherlock has a plan." You stood by as John grabbed a magazine from a table and search through his pockets. "Damn, where is it..." He muttered. After a moment you pulled out your own lighter.

"This what ya' need?"  You held it out to him, and he took it great fully.

"Yes, thank you," he said. You helped him light the pages on fire you still had no idea why this would help, but chose not to question it. After a minute or two the smoke set of the fire alarm.

"What next?"

"We wait for Sherlock to find the pictures." In the few moments you used the time to take in your surroundings. Now that you really looked this place was very nice, and very clean. It was a much different change in scenery from 221b with the constant clutter. Everything was neatly placed and all things were kept to a minimum making it seem pure with the white walls, and a staircase was just off to your left. That was all you had time to notice before Sherlock spoke from the room.

"Ok, John you can turn it off now!"

"I'm working on it!" He shouted in response as he tried to put out the smoldering magazine. Before you and John had it figured out the firearm stopped. You looked up to see John starring at something to the left. You looked over to the staircase to see a group of men clad in black heading down the stairs towards you. Johns hands went immediate up to his head and you realized why. Each was armed with a handgun and silencer. They must've shot the fire alarm. You realized and followed Johns lead by putting your hands behind your head.

The one that seemed to be the one in charged stood outside the door listening. He was average in height at least in his mid forties judging by the balding of his hair. What was he listening for though? It took you a moment to realized that he was also here for the photographs.