"Why did you save me?"

They were standing in a small motel room in Karachi.

"Well I thought it was obvious Miss Adler." He stared at her.

"Not for all of us Mr. Holmes. Please, feel free to explain." For the first time in his life, he didn't know what to say. What a terrible feeling it was! He couldn't just tell her that he cared for her and he couldn't let her die. That would be embarrassing. And he couldn't admit that to her, he just couldn't. So what should he say?

"Speechless, Mr. Holmes? People usually are when they're in my presence. Take your time, please." She had a smug grin on her face when she said that. And a gleam of mischief in her eyes. He felt a weird feeling in the pit of his stomach.

"Not speechless, just surprised why you can't figure it out." She stepped closer to him. Why did she do that?

"Maybe I have figured it out, I just want to hear you say it." Had she really figured it out? No, she probably hadn't. Why had she suddenly moved closer though? Was it some kind of thing to try and seduce him? Well, it had worked.

"Because I was bored. No cases, and John had gone to visit his sister. Had nothing better to do." She stepped even closer to him. He felt all the confidence he had slip away from him.

"So why don't you leave now, Mr. Holmes?" she asked in a whisper. He didn't have a logical answer to that. He felt like being there, that was it. Nothing clever, it was just a feeling."

"I need to be sure that none of the terrorists are following me. We'll wait 'till the morning. Then you'll be off to America and I'll be back on my way to Baker Street." He felt a bit sad when he thought of this. He didn't want to separate from her. How beautiful, clever and dangerous she was. Never in his life would he think he'd fall for someone. Most people bored him after 10 seconds, but no, she was different. They'd been together for almost an hour now and he wasn't bored yet.

"America? Not bad. Though I will miss England and the superior detectives they have." She smiled. He found his eyes were locked on those beautiful lips. Was she calling him a "superior detective"? Or did she know other detectives? Why did she know other detectives?

"Yes, of course." Wait what did he just say?! He wasn't thinking. Well he was, but about something else. The words had just slipped out. They didn't even make any sense!

"Not really thinking now, are you? Your mind busy with something else, ?" Yes, it was. It was busy with her. Her presence, her beautiful eyes, how her pulse was elevating, or if he bent down just a little he could kiss her.

"Of course it's busy Miss Adler. That's why I'm so clever." She didn't reply to that. She was just smiling. God, she was always smiling with that beautiful smile of hers. He stared into her eyes. And she stared back. He found himself leaning in closer, and before he knew it, their lips were connected. There were millions of thoughts in his head, but he couldn't focus on any of them. It was only her. Her lips, her scent, her touch. He was experiencing so many emotions at once. Happiness, danger, comfort, and maybe even..lust.. He felt like he could keep her in his arms like this for an eternity.

But Irene drew back. He wasn't sure what he could see in her eyes. Had he hurt her? No, she wasn't hurt. Surprised maybe? Was that a glint of amusement in her eyes? He wasn't sure. The great Sherlock Holmes, not sure? That was a first. Though, a lot of things that happened near her were mostly a first..There she was again, staring at him with her icy blue eyes. He hated it when she done that. All his thoughts got cloudy. He'll never admit that he loves it, though.

"Miss Adler, did I do anything wrong?" He was trying to say it in a reluctant tone, but he was genuinely scared.

"Oh, no, Mr .Holmes. Not at all. Actually this was the best thing you've done tonight. I was just, surprised." Why was she surprised? Did she think he loved her? Or was it because he was the one who'd kissed her? Why couldn't he figure her out!

"I can't see why you're surprised Miss Adler. I thought it was quite obvious. I believe I just kissed you. I thought this is what normal people do."

"But we aren't exactly normal are we, Mr. Holmes?" She said with an obvious smirk.

"No we aren't, are we?" He couldn't resist the urge to kiss her, so he kissed her once again. But this time it was different. He was hungry. Hungry for her. He needed more of her. And apparently she did too. It was a new feeling to him. Needing someone. And being needed. He needed her more and more each second, so he gracefully, but also fiercely, lifted her and took her to the bed in the corner of the room.

After that, he had no thoughts left in his head. Only feelings. A detectives feelings.