A/N: The little one is spawned also from tonight's indulgence in the first film. Enjoy and Review!

I was going to make it a little more M rated and then though, nawh it's nothing more than a little'un.

Adler.

She didn't understand did she?

Sherlock came round from his meeting with Irene and realised with a rather sour taste that he was naked without any fun the night before.

She was so goddamn slippery…just like that night in … no focus on getting out of here.

As his eyes opened and adjusted to the bright light of the room he realised the strange loss of blood to his hands was because they were cuffed to the posts.

Oh God. Why does she always do this to him? It was the same in Singapore. Never ever again.

Flexing his fingers he was slightly concerned to find that he couldn't really feel them but nevertheless he needed an escape, looking for the keys that would release him. Shaking his head softly his body alerted him to the idea that his lower back was getting numb.

Wriggling slightly he found purchase on the mattress to bring himself higher and it was then he felt the cold chill of metal against…well somewhere sensitive. Hissing in discomfort he realised it was the key and as he looked down to his lap at the small pillow and realised he was stuck.

He listened to the noise of the streets below and worked it to be around half six in the morning, a check of the clock attested this and he guessed the maid would be around nine-ish. He could go back to sleep maybe.

Maybe not it was then he catalogued every miniscule detail about the room but he came up with nothing short of attempting to break the bed posts and probably his wrists while trying to loosen the manacles. It wasn't worth the pain or the payment in damages.

It was then he heard the door click and it dawned on him he had thought nothing to whom may find him; he'd presumed John which would be a simple conversation, but why would the Doctor be aware of where Sherlock was, the good man was just not as perceptive as himself.

Sherlock's throat dried as he watched the dark haired maid come in.

"Madam, do not panic." When she screamed and dropped the towels. "Beneath this cushion lies the key to my release." As soon as the words slipped from his mouth he realised they were wrong, this was realised even more so when the young woman gave a gasp and fled the room.

"That could've gone better." He murmured.