"I´m Gonna Miss This / Working with You."

Sherlock didn't get much sleep, he kept going over different scenarios in his head. What if he chose to stay here in New York with Joan?. He knew he would have a happy life with her. But what if he went back to Luân Đôn with Irene?. Would it be the same as before hoặc would it be different?. He knew he couldn't have both. He had three days left to decide. He was about to go downstairs when he passed Joans room, He opened the door and looked inside. He missed having her around. He sighed and headed downstairs. His phone went off, It was Gregson.
'Captain.'
'Holmes, i'm giving bạn heads up. The police...

A couple of days later. Sherlock was about to go to giường when his phone went off. It was a text from Irene asking to see him one last time before she left. Joan was out seeing her family (She hasn't told them about her and Sherlock yet). He put on his áo khoác and scarf and left to meet her. He found her sitting in on a park bench.
'Didn't think bạn would hiển thị up.' Sherlock sat down tiếp theo to her.
'What do bạn want?.'
'I told you. I wanted to see bạn before i left.'
'If bạn wanted to see me bạn would have come to my flat but no bạn chose to meet here. There's something else.' She took out her phone...

'Aren't bạn going to invite me in?.' Sherlock just stared at her in shock. 'I didn't expect bạn to be so speechless. Glad to see i still have that effect on you.'
'How can bạn be here?.'
'Not important. Now...'
'Tell me!.'
'How about we take this inside?.' Sherlock moved aside so Irene could come in. He followed her into the front room. 'Nice place. Don't know how bạn can afford it with your little habit.'
'How do bạn know about that?.' She turned round at him and smiled.
'I've kept tabs on you.'
'Then you'll know I've được trao it up.' Irene moved closer to him.
'Did bạn miss me?.'
'I've moved on.'
'Not...