The sequel is up if you're interested in reading and haven't seen it yet! I'd really appreciate it. It IS rated M for non-explicit torture in chapter 1, so be warned. Here's a little teaser/book jacket summary.
"What on earth were you thinking?" Asked Mycroft Holmes, rising from his seat.
"I was-" She croaked out, and cleared her throat so she could continue. "I was thinking I found your double agent. I was also thinking I found the source of the information I needed, plus a little extra." Every day she came closer to pinpointing the whereabouts of Jim Moriarty. She had hideouts marked that had been taken down, frequent haunts, suspicious comings and goings, transactions, possible schemes, and any other information you could possibly think of saved in six notebooks in her backpack. They were some of the few items she actually carried with her anymore, and that backpack was always stored in a safe spot before any risky business took place.
"And?" Mycroft asked.
"Robert Grayford." Irene responded. "Take him in for questioning. He won't last long." Mycroft nodded curtly. Even if Irene was doing these tasks for her own personal reasons, it sure helped him out of she found a little extra information along the way, such as the mole in the British Government. This information was always connected to the comings and goings of Jim Moriarty, and try as he might, he could not get the story out of this woman as to why she was after him with such a passion. Irene Adler was a tough nut to crack.
"Thank you." Mycroft started to leave, but Irene stopped him with a single disapproving syllable.
"Where's your half of the bargain?" She asked, eyebrows raised. The cut on her cheek from the knife blade twitched ever so slightly with her expression change. Mycroft sighed and pulled a large envelope from his coat.
"Here." He said.
"Thank you. And the address I requested is here as well?" She asked, eliciting a nod from Mycroft.
"Yes. How long do you expect to be… detained?" He asked, clearly wondering when she would be able to do his field work for him again.
"How long was I gone?" She asked.
"Three weeks." Three? Three weeks of torture? She'd been gone two months before, but this experience had been pretty disorienting.
"Give me five days and I'll be out." Irene said, and Mycroft knew she meant she'd be out whether the hospital staff liked it or not. "Where am I now?" She asked as an afterthought- last time he had neglected to tell her she was in Beijing.
"London." He said.
"Ah." There was a pang in her chest that brought on mixed feelings. Mycroft began to walk out the door, but stopped before closing it.
"You can't win, you know." He said. "You and Moriarty are playing a chess game, and he's the master. You can't win without cheating a little."
"And by cheating you mean…?" She asked innocently.
"Don't play the fool. You need him." Mycroft said. Irene glared, a stare that would be enough to frighten death himself, but Mycroft stood firm.
"I don't need anyone." She said.