dropping by. [adlock drabble prompt]
Umbrella:Â Our muses sharing an umbrella in heavy rain.
His eyes are closer - and the sound of her heels is drowned out by the sounds of the street. Yet the sudden absence of rain in unmistakable on his skin and peppering his air. The detective's eyes open and slip to the side, where he feels a presence. Though he isn't entirely surprised, he still wasn't expecting it.Â
"You know, your brother carries an umbrella," she chides. His response is bitter silence and a soft huff. Oh she's struck a chord. For a moment, they both stand there, she casting a wry sideways glance at him, listening to the rain falling on the the umbrella covering them. The rain begins to fall harder before his deep voice breaks the silence.
"What are you doing here?" before waiting from an answer, he turns and begins walking in the direction of his apartment. Irene follows, as he knows she would carrying the umbrella over their head. Usually she would not match his height but the heels make her almost level with him.
"Am I not allowed to drop in on an old friend?" she questions innocently.
"You hardly do anything without specific intention," he replies, as if it's the obvious thing in the world not to mention it's true. Irene deflects, talking about cases of his that have made the news recently. The genius likes to show off far to much, explain how he solved each one to turn back to the original subject. Yet when they come to 221B Baker street, he looks at her expectantly.
"Hold this," she instructs, gesturing with the umbrella which he takes. Digging into her purse, she extracts a USB, and holds it out to him to take with his free hand, "You're going to need this," she explains as she takes the umbrella back, "For your next case," Â she explains further upon his questioning glance.
"How do you know. wha-.." as if on queue his phone vibrates in his pocket. Taking it out he quickly glances at his messages. It's John, telling him that Mycroft kidnapped him and it seems important again. In the moment he takes to contemplate this, he feels the rain begin to fall on his head again.
Looking up he watched Irene Walk away without another word. The door opens, and he hears Ms. Hudson fretting behind, 'Sherlock, what are you doing out there in the rain? You'll catch cold," he stares after her for a few more moments, "Sherlock? Who is that?"
"The Woman," he replies simply, a smile on his face. He tosses the USB up in the air and catches it again before disappearing into the house. Ms. Hudson shakes her head, affectionately and closes the door behind them.Â
