A/N: Sorry I didn't update. Lost track of time. And yes, I ship Mystrade. I love to hint at it.

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Immediately, John's face turned from surprise to hate.

"Irene."

The mentioned woman smiled flirtatiously and gave a small wave with a delicate, manicured hand.

"Hello, John. I suppose you finally admitted you were gay, then."

"Bisexual."

The Woman rolled her eyes and turned towards Sherlock.

"Hello, Sherlock, dear."

"Irene." John could see him swallow heavily and fight back a grimace. "You understand the terms of the job we'd give you?"

Irene smiled. "Carry a child that's not mine for a hefty sum? Seems fairly simple. Not quite sure I like the idea of childbirth, but I can't be a dominatrix for more than a year or two more."

Sherlock glared, and then he nodded. "I suppose that biological clock is ticking, isn't it? It must be dreadful having a husband that doesn't want to have children."

John suppressed a cough at the irony.

Irene's eyes narrowed. "I won't bother to ask how you came about finding that out. But since I'm here and ready to accept the bargain, it won't hurt to negotiate a few more terms."

Sherlock rolled his eyes. "I might remind you, Irene, that you don't have much negotiating room here. You owe me a favor, as well as that we're providing pay for the medical bills as well as profit. What could you possibly decide you want more than that?"

Irene smiled lightly. "Nothing too grandeur, I assure you. Or costly even. I simply want to see you and lover-boy work a case. I do admit that I'm quite curious to see you in action- at least when I'm not on the receiving end of your hunt."

John choked down a growl. Now the woman wanted to intrude on the cases.

"Block that jealousy, John." Sherlock commanded without looking at John. He returned his attention to Irene. "I'm sure that can be arranged with Scotland Yard." Sherlock glanced at his brother. "I'm sure you can bring up the matter with Detective Lestrade, brother?"

Mycroft rolled his eyes. "The next time I see him, of course."

Would that happen to be at dinner? Thought John, and could almost hear a Sherlock-sounding snicker in his head to accompany the thought.

"Wonderful. I'm sure Mycroft can provide you with any necessary paperwork for the procedure, and whenever a case should arise, and you can accompany us at the crime scene. Thank you Miss Adler- or have you changed your last name with your martial status?- that will be all."

With that (and possibly a slightly obscene and ridiculous flourish), Sherlock rose from his chair and departed to his room.

Irene stood as well, nodded at John and Mycroft and gave a wave over her shoulder as she collected her purse and coat, and removed herself from Baker Street for a long, long time.