Joan sat in the police station, anxiously waiting for Gregson to appear. She hadn't heard from Sherlock in days, she just wanted to know he was ok. She heard Gregson's voice.
'Joan? What are bạn doing here? Where's the wee man?'
'He's with my mom, i was wondering bạn had a moment?'
He invited her into his office.
'Take a seat.'
She sat down.
'I was wondering if bạn heard from Sherlock?'
'I have, why?'
'Cause he hasn't phoned me in a few days, did he sound ok?'
'Joan he's fine, I got off the phone to him a couple if days ago. We're arranging a operation in order to take down Micheal, he's now in on one...

The tiếp theo morning, Sherlock woke early in order to meet Gregson and báo cáo to him.
'Morning.'
'Morning, how bạn feeling?'
'Not too bad, slept pretty well.'
Gregson took out a notepad.
'What bạn got?'
'The dealer is called Micheal, don't have a visual yet he's suppose to be returning from Long Island tonight depending how his 'meeting' goes. How's Watson?'
'She's fine, told me to give bạn this.'
He handed him a picture of Joseph.
'Thank bạn Captain.'

After the meeting Sherlock headed back to the den, Olivia was coming down the stairs as he came in.
'Morning.'
'Morning.'
He followed her to the kitchen.
'You...

Sherlock woke to sound of Joan in the bathroom, morning sickness was a killer. He knocked on the door.
'Joan, everything alright?.'
'I'm ok. The baby's awake.'
'I'll go make bạn some tea.' He went downstairs and into the kitchen, He was so scared about all of this. He knew it was a natural part of pregnancy but it frightened him to see her being ill. There was a knock at the back door. It was Irene.
'What now?.'
'Have bạn thought about what i said?.'
'Yes. It's not going to happen.' She pulled him outside and shut the door.
'You have to convince her, Moriarty is making plans.'
'He's not going to touch...

Sherlock sat in the back of the police car as they escorted him back to the brownstone, back to his family. He couldn't believe he was finally going trang chủ to them, he missed waking up to them every morning. As they pulled up outside, Joan was standing on the doorstep with Joseph.

'Hey.'
'Hey.'
Sherlock ran up the steps and hugged them both. Joseph held out his arms to him.
'Hey Joseph.' He spun him round and Joseph began to giggle. Sherlock kissed him on the cheek. 'I missed bạn so much.'
He looked back to Joan.
'But i think i miss bạn most of all.' He leaned in and kissed her. The Kiss only last...

It had been almost an giờ since Sherlock went down to the basement. Joan had began to pace in front of the door wondering who could be down there, she knew it wasn't Irene as she was in prison. She stopped pacing to open the door, she heard Sherlock's voice but didn't recognize the other one. She crept quietly down further reaching the door at the bottom, she carefully opened the door and peered through the small gap.

'So let me get this right, bạn want me to help bạn get rid of a drug cá mập bạn owe a bunch of money too?'
'Exactly.'
'Sherlock scoffed.
'You've got to be kidding.'
'Come on Holmes,...

A few weeks had pasted and no one had heard from Sherlock. Joan spent most of her time at the police station, trying to help in anyway she possibly could. Gregson came back after searching for three hours.
'Any luck?.' He shook his head.
'We tried everywhere, we even back tracked to places we've already search. There's so sign of him.' Joan rubbed her eyes. 'You need to go home.'
'No, i'm fine.'
'It wasn't a suggestion. Go trang chủ and get some sleep, if there's any news i'll call you.' Joan sighed.
'Alright.' She gathered up her stuff and headed home. She stopped at the flat along the way to check...

Sherlock sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for his phone to ring. He should have just told her what was going on then none of this would be happening. His phone rang. It was Joan
'Hey.'
'Hey. I'm at my parents apartment.'
'When did they buy an apartment?.'
'A couple of years ago. They rent it when they don't use it for visits.' They stayed silent for a moment.
'Do they know why your there?.'
'I don't know what to say. I can't tell them the truth because we never told them that we were together and they would have all these questions...'
'I understand. Just..tell them what bạn have to. I wish this...

Sherlock woke to find that Joan wasn't tiếp theo to him. He got up and went her room, He found her lying in her bed. He crawled in tiếp theo to her and just started at her. He couldn't help but think about what it would do to her if she found out what he did. He leaned in and kissed her forehead gently. Joan stirred then woke to find him smiling at her.
'Hey.'
'Hey. I didn't hear bạn come in last night.'
'I did get in till 11. My parents can talk.' She sat up and rubbed her eyes. 'And i was thinking...'
'What?.'
'How about we tell them about us together?.' Sherlock thought for a moment then nodded.
'We could.'...

When Joan got to the police station, she found Sherlock in Gregson's office.
'Hey, bạn OK? I saw what happened on the news.'
'I'm fine, just a minor injury.' He showed her his arm. 'Nothing to worry about.'
'How did this happen?.'
'Don't know.' She hugged him so tight.'I'm fine Joan, honestly.'
'I know but what if something worse had happened?.' He pulled away gently.
'But it didn't. I'm here.' He pushed a stray hair behind her ear. 'I'll be back in a một phút i have to give a statement.' He kissed her forehead and left the office. Joan sighed. She got and was about to leave when she saw an envelope...

They left Gregson's office holding each others hand and found Oscar sitting in the corridor.
'Holmes, what's going on I've been here for almost two hours.'
'They haven't told you?'
'Told me what?'
Gregson and chuông, bell appeared from round the corner.
'Sherlock, can we have a word with bạn and Oscar for a moment?'
Sherlock gave Joan a Kiss on the cheek and followed them into one of the interview rooms.
'Now, Oscar we have decided not to charge bạn but only if bạn help us catch your dealer.'
'What? I've already told bạn i'm not telling bạn anything, if he finds out it was me i'm dead. You've seen the others.'...

Set a couple of months after the trial

As Sherlock sat, waiting for Joan, he thought about the past couple of years. His relationship with Joan has gone from strength to strength, sure they've had their moments but what couple hasn't? He has a beautiful baby boy, who he adores so much and his relationship with his father has gone from none existent to rebuilding. And now he's here.

'Sherlock?' He snapped out of his trance. 'You ok?' He looked up to see Joan standing with Joesph.
'I'm fine. Just thinking.'
'What about?' She sat down tiếp theo to him.
'Life.'
'Sherlock..' She took his hand in hers. 'It's...

Sherlock woke the tiếp theo morning, Olivia was lying asleep beside him. He got up and went downstairs, no sign of Oscar hoặc Micheal. He took out his phone and dialed Joan's number.
'Sherlock.'
'Morning Watson.' He heard Joesph in the background. 'He's up early.'
Why do bạn think i'm up?'
He laughed.
'I miss you.'
'I miss bạn too.'
He took a deep breathe.
'I have to tell bạn something.'
'What?'
He looked out the phòng bếp, nhà bếp to make sure Olivia wasn't up.
'I've figured out a way to get closer to Micheal.'
'But?'
'But it involves me and Oscars sister.'
Joan went silent, she held the phone against her chest imagining...

This is a continuation of the last story but is set about four months after.

Joan woke with sunlight coming through the window, it was beautiful. She looked over and saw Sherlock's half of the giường was empty. She put on her dressing áo choàng and went downstairs.
'Sherlock?' No one answered, he must be out. She picked her bag up off the bàn and checked her phone, there was a text from him.
Sorry i'm not there, Gregson needed a hand with a case. Make it up to bạn tonight. tình yêu you.
She smiled then went into the phòng bếp, nhà bếp to get some coffee. She went and sat down then she got a call from her mum.
'Hey mum....

They both sat in Gregson's office as they questioned Oscar about the drug dealer, they hadn't đã đưa ý kiến a word to each other since leaving the brownstone. Sherlock could tell when she was annoyed with him, he had seen that look many times. He moved closer to her and buried his face in her hair.
'Joan, please, talk to me.' He kissed her shoulder. 'I'm sorry.'
She sighed.
'I know bạn are, but you've been keeping thêm secrets from me first it was Irene, then your brother now this. How many thêm can i expect?'
'No more.'
'You sure about that.' He placed his forehead on her shoulder, not wanting to look in...

“Stay,” he said.
That was the một giây time Joan Watson’s world had stopped in her whole life. She was about to leave Sherlock and di chuyển on to another client, and she had been in that situation thousands of times- the fact of leave a client and then go to another was common for her, it was a routine. But for some strange reason, she couldn’t leave Sherlock so easily. She had become a way attached to him, they were friends? Joan wondered, but then she remembered that “Sherlock Holmes doesn’t have any friends.” She couldn’t help herself and imagined how a ngày without Sherlock could...

Sherlock saw at least 3 different exits from where he stood but all were to far to hatch an escape attempt that wouldn't involve a casuality. He knew what is was like to be shot but didn't want to experience it again. He checked his watch it was ten to eight, he needed to send a signal to Gregson but how? He looked round him for something that could help, he noticed a button the right hand side of the tường which could be the buildings old whistle to alert the men work was finished. But getting to it would prove to be a challenge.

'Which one of bạn is lying?'
'Micheal we've been doing buisness...

Irene got off the plane and hailed the first taxi she could. She sat in the back ghế, chỗ ngồi and thought about her plan...and this time...Sherlock would not longer be an exception.

Sherlock woke to the sound of Joseph crying, he crept out of giường and went into his room.
'Hey...' He picked him up. 'What is it?' He took Joseph back into to see Joan, he layed him down on the giường in between them. Joseph raised his hand and almost smacked Joan in the face. Sherlock couldn't help but laugh.
'Hey!.' She looked down and saw Joseph. 'Oh...It was bạn was it?' She began to tickle him. 'Was it you?' He began to giggled....