Disclaimer: Sherlock and its respective characters belong to the BBC. Star Wars and its respective characters belong to Lucas Film.

Summary: Irene is on a date with a very strange man. His intentions are good though.

Chronology: None.

Pairings: None.

Author's Note: A one-shot crack fic involving Obi-wan Kenobi and Irene Adler. One-shot written for Sarah.

Obi-wan Kenobi and Irene Adler

"He's a strange one," the voice over the phone rasped, "but I've seen you work on Jedi's before, so I have faith in you."

"Oh, don't you worry about me, Lord Grayheart, I'll do it on one condition."

"What's that, Ms. Adler?"

"Find me, him."

"Done."

Irene hung up the phone, placing it on the table. "I'm sorry." She purred "Where were we before I so rudely answered the phone?"

"You were telling me about Sherlock. He seems like an interesting man. Is he a mensic?"

"Is he a, what?"

Obi-wan sighed, "I suppose not, if you don't know what that is."

Irene suddenly looked up. "Why don't we go somewhere?"

"Where?" the Jedi asked incredulously.

"Anywhere that isn't here." Irene stood up, smoothing down her little black dress. "Come on Jedi" she whispered, "let's go."

Obi Wan's brain was starting to conduct very non-Jedi-like scenarios, but he stood up anyways. His goal was to get Ms. Adler to come in and talk with the Counsel. He couldn't do that if she didn't trust him.

Obi Wan walked out of the cantina, blinking as the bright light of the Spearen sun glared in his eyes. Irene was leaning against the brick wall, reapplying her cherry red lipstick.

I need to get her to come with me. Thought Obi Wan Kenobi.

I need to get him to come with me. Thought Irene Adler.