[Comprehensive] Sherlock is going to be kicked by a donkey

"May I ask who is Miss Jonathan?"

A man in a black suit who looked like a bodyguard stood at the door and scanned everyone in the room. Josie, who was standing by the table, looked up when she heard someone calling her name, and the colleagues around her did the same. raised his head.

"I am," Josie put down the drawings and pencils in her hand, and walked around the table, "Is there anything wrong? If it's a problem with the progress of the project, everything is going according to plan now, without any problems."

"Mr. Holmes invites you to the drawing-room."

Josie was stunned for a moment, and then realized that Mr. Holmes in the man's mouth meant Mycroft. Although she didn't know what she was looking for, she nodded and followed the man in the black suit to leave.

Josie followed the man all the way through the resplendent corridors of Buckingham Palace, and walked deeper. She couldn't figure out why Mycroft would look for her while she was working, so she tried to get her from the mouth of the man in front of her. Pry out some useful information.

"Hey, can you tell me a little bit about who is in the living room?"

"You will know when you arrive."

Josie curled her lips. Mycroft likes to play this trick the most, but it doesn't matter if you don't tell her, she can still use her ability to listen. Josie used her ability while thinking about it, but what she didn't expect was that she listened to it because of it. There was an unexpected voice...

Why would she hear Sherlock's voice in Buckingham Palace? !

The man walking in front of Josie stopped in front of a door, whispered a few words to the other two bodyguards standing outside the door, then stretched out his hand to open the door, motioning for Josie to enter.

Josie walked around a long table after entering, and walked to the place where everyone gathered in the compartment.

"Mycroft, what do you want from me..."

Then Josie was speechless. She froze for a moment, then turned her back silently, "Sorry, I don't know, cough, you are... um..."

Mycroft stepped on the naked Sherlock's bed sheet, and Sherlock's hand was in a very proper position, so that he didn't let his true love leak out.

"Get off your feet!"

Mycroft raised his eyebrows and moved his foot away from the bed sheet, "Put on your clothes, Sherlock." After speaking, he walked towards Josie, "Sorry for showing you a very indecent scene, Jo Sissy, I just called you here to say hello to Sherlock."

"Uh, wait," Watson stood aside, "Why is Josie here?"

"Obvious thing," Sherlock picked up his clothes, and then saw Watson looking at him helplessly, so he explained, "Buckingham Palace is undergoing partial renovation recently, Josie is one of the designers in charge, and Mycroft couldn't do it and I had to ask her to persuade me, so she was very fittingly present in this room."

"Yes, that's right." Josie turned around, nodded to Watson with a smile, then walked up to Sherlock and sized him up, "You are really surprising, Sherlock, look at you This dress, in Buckingham Palace, in front of Mycroft, is it enough?"

"good."

"Take him to change his clothes." Mycroft ordered his men to take Sherlock away, and then opened a document and put it on the coffee table.

Josie stood behind the sofa and glanced down. On the file was a person she was familiar with, "Irene Adler?"

"Yes." Mycroft sat down.

"You asked me to come here because you want me to provide Sherlock with some information about Irene Adler?" Josie put her hands on the back of the sofa chair, bent slightly, and looked at Mycroft who was sitting on the opposite sofa. special.

"Yes, among the people here, you are the only one who has had contact with her."

Josie was silent for a while, and then said, "The situation was complicated at the time, and I didn't know whether the Irene Adler I contacted was real or not, but don't worry, I will tell Sherlock everything I know, I will There is still work, excuse me first."

"Don't you wait for Sherlock to come back after changing his clothes and tell him?"

Josie, who was about to go out, looked back at Mycroft, "No, what can be finished in a text message is more important to me now than being responsible for the renovation of Her Majesty's official residence." She After speaking, he left without waiting for Mycroft to speak again.

After Josie left the living room, she walked alone in the corridor of Buckingham Palace. The sound of high heels stepping on the marble floor echoed in the empty corridor. Knowing that Sherlock would handle Irene Adler's affairs well even without her own help, in addition, a large part of the reason was that she didn't want to face Sherlock and Irene Adler— These two people appear together at the same time.

She's been avoiding the inevitable, after she realizes she's in love with Sherlock.

Josie stopped slowly and stood there quietly. She could hear Sherlock's voice coming from the direction of the living room.

He promised Mycroft to see Irene Adler.

Sunlight shone into the corridor through the glass windows, and the golden decorations on the walls shone beautifully, but Josie had no time to appreciate them. She took out her mobile phone from her pocket and sent Sherlock a text message.

"She's a controlling woman, and be careful not to be fooled by her, good luck." - JJ

Sherlock did not reply after the text message was sent, and it was in the evening when she saw Sherlock again. Watson knocked on Josie's door with Sherlock on his shoulders.

"Watson? What happened?" Josie opened the door to let them in. "Be careful, put Sherlock on the sofa."

Watson put Sherlock on his shoulders on the couch, then panted and wiped his sweat, "It's hard to explain, I can't explain exactly what happened, you can only wait for him to wake up and let him explain." , I want to go out for a while, Mrs. Hudson is not at home, I am worried that he will faint at home alone, so I can only trouble you to take care of him first."

"Don't worry, he'll just leave it to me."

Josie sent Watson out the door, looked back at Sherlock who was lying sideways on the sofa, and sighed. She took out her blanket from the room and covered Sherlock. The person lying down seemed to feel that someone was there. Beside him, frowning and moving his body, this movement exposed the wound on his face.

"Tsk tsk, I've already warned you, but you can still make yourself so miserable." Josie went to the bathroom to fetch a basin of warm water while talking, and took out medicine that she basically had no chance to use. Then he knelt on the edge of the sofa and wiped Sherlock's face with warm water. When the medicine was applied, the sleeping person opened his eyes because of the pain, but passed out again after a while.

Sherlock has never been a person with an idle mind. Even when he is unconscious due to the effects of drugs, he has been trying to control his brain. Josie froze when he called out Irene Adler's name, Even the hand that helped Sherlock apply the medicine stopped.

"A... Dele... Irene... cell phone..."

See, she knew that the relationship between these two people was unavoidable. Josie stared at Sherlock's face, who was frowning and muttering about another woman.

Josie threw away the cotton swab in her hand and replaced it with a new one. When she struck again, she deliberately used a little more strength. As expected, she saw the unconscious man shaking from the pain, showing a painful expression, and he couldn't even speak. Do not continue to mutter.

"Come in as soon as you come in. There's no need to tiptoe. It's not like you don't know my abilities." Josie put down the cotton swab in her hand and looked back at the woman standing by the door.

Irene Adler was holding a black men's coat in her hand, and her big red lips were smiling. She didn't feel embarrassed when she saw Josie found out that she had broken into the house secretly, but reached out and took off her high heels, and put them on. The feet of the stockings stepped on the cool wooden floor, and she looked curiously at Josie's apartment.

"The arrangement of a room can always reflect the taste, class and personality of its owner," Irene Adler walked towards Josie step by step, "The interesting thing is, the result I observed is that you are a frigid person. "

Josie sat in a different position. She straightened her kneeling legs, turned her back against the edge of the sofa, and looked up at Irene Adler who walked in front of her. Ford made it."

"Oh? That cold man?" Irene Adler imitated Josie and sat down directly on the wooden floor. "It really is his style."

"What are you doing here?"

Irene Adler handed over the coat in her hand, "I'm here to return Sherlock's coat, don't be so wary of me, Josie, at least we had an ulterior relationship."

"An ulterior relationship? It's just that I was your assistant for a few days." Josie took the coat and put it aside. "It was really you at that time?"

"It was me," Irene Adler leaned forward slightly, "but I wasn't the one who killed that Canadian man."

"What did they do to you?"

"Money, and I happened to be tired of that stupid Canadian man at the time, and there happened to be such a fair deal. I didn't do it for nothing. I didn't just do sex business, but I still want to say something," Irene Adler looked at Josie with a smile, "I haven't seen you for a few years, you really have grown up, Josie, even I can't help but admire your charm," she said, looking at the sleeping Sherlock on the sofa, "Sherlock is also a very charming person, you two are really too much for my appetite, honestly, I really hope to see you two begging for mercy in front of me one day Look, that must be great... Oh, yes, yes, Sherlock almost begged for mercy under my whip today, he is so proud, he won't open his mouth no matter how you whip him, what do you want him to do? Will you beg me for mercy? Do you want him to guess a mystery that only I know the answer? Or use you to threaten him?"

"He is indeed not a person who begs for mercy, but it is not difficult to listen to him begging for mercy, and it doesn't need to be as troublesome as you said." Josie raised her eyebrows. If you don’t let him do that while smoking, he will beg you for mercy, and he will tell you as many please as you want.”

Irene Adler shook her head with a smile, "This is different, Josie, let's not talk about how proud Sherlock is, let's talk about you."

"Tell me what?"

"You like him, but why don't you tell him? Don't you dare? Are you afraid? What are you afraid of? Or do you have no self-confidence? Is it because you feel that you are not capable of playing those dangerous games with him? Do you think Are you not good enough for him?"

"Neither, Miss Adler, I'm pretty good, and Sherlock is not perfect, not to mention that it's just because he hasn't reached his best time yet."

Josie's answer was neither arrogant nor humble, her tone was as flat as a glass of white water, and no one could find any flaws. Irene Adler seemed a little surprised by such an answer, "You have really grown up, Josie," paused, she glanced down at her watch, and said regretfully, "Ah, is it this late? It's a pity I can't stay with you any longer, I have to go."

Irene Adler stood up and walked towards the entrance hall, followed by Josie. She watched Irene Adler gracefully put on her high heels and opened the door, turning her head before going out Take one last look at her.

"You know, Josie, I really envy you."

Irene Adler ignored Josie's puzzled expression and continued, "After you took my aphrodisiac last time, he didn't touch you. It wasn't because he didn't like it or wasn't interested. In fact, it was the opposite. Sherlock Holmes Such a proud person will not waste his time taking care of insignificant people."

"He did it because he likes you, Josie."

It's not the liking of friends, not the liking of work, but the liking of putting a person in my heart and always caring about it.

The author has something to say: The small theater——

Josie:! ! !

Sherlock:! ! !