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Irene was the first to wake, She wandered round the house so she knew every inch of it. She went out the back to get some air, she needed to clear her head. She took a few deep breathes thinking about Moriarty's plan, She felt sick. She went back in and found Joan in the kitchen.
'Morning. i'm making tea, bạn want some?.'
'No i'm fine thanks.' She sat down at the table.
'You don't look so good, bạn feeling alright?.'
'Stomach bug, nothing to worry about.' Joan sat opposite her. 'I was a little sick last night but i'm fine.'
'You sure?.' Irene nodded. 'Ok, bạn want some water?.'
'Yes please.' Joan...

Sherlock got up early the tiếp theo morning. He looked over at Joan and smiled. He loved her so much. He leaned over and kissed her lightly so he wouldn't wake her. He got dressed then made his way downstairs, he grabbed his phone of the bàn and phoned Gregson.
'Holmes.'
'Captain, if Joan phones bạn and asks i was with bạn all this morning.'
'Ok, why?'
'I'll explain later.' He hung up his phone and made his way out the door.
He had been looking round the store for thirty minuets when he found exactly the right ring. It was a silver diamond with two blue sapphires either side of it. The woman asked...

'Gregson!.' He came back in. 'You have to get back there somethings just happened to him.'
'What happened?.'
'I don't know, we're talking and all I heard was a gunshot.' She looked at Gregson who was looking at the floor like he was ashamed. 'You knew?.' He đã đưa ý kiến nothing. 'You knew.'
'I'm...'
'Don't. Don't even say your sorry, bạn hypothetically pulled the trigger.'
'How is this my fault?.'
'You could have phoned your men from the hospital phone and told them to go in there.'
'There wouldn't have been a different outcome,By the time they got in there he would have pulled the trigger anyway.' Joan shook...

'So Moriarty, 'M' wouldn't happen to be short for that?.'
'Ding Ding, Winner!.'
'I thought i would never find you. I spent ages scrolling through case file after case file but nothing. Not even a whisper and now, there bạn stand. Tell me something, why kill so many people?.'
'Haven't bạn ever done something just because bạn could?.' Sherlock became tense. 'But of course you have, bạn were Irene's drug addict boyfriend.'
'I wasn't that addicted when i was with her, it was only after bạn made her fake her death.'
'Well she wouldn't play fair.'
'What do bạn mean?.'
'Did she tell why she faked her death?.'...

The tìm kiếm came up with nothing. They manged to wipe the place clean of any evidence. Gregson gave Sherlock a lift back to brownstone, he didn't say a word the whole ride there.
'Thank bạn captain.' He got out of the car.
'No problem. bạn know where i am...'
'If i need anything.' He opened the door and went inside. He hung up his áo, áo khoác and went into the living room, 'Joan' was sitting on the couch. 'How are bạn still here?.'
'It's your subconscious.' He went and sat tiếp theo to her. 'What's wrong?.'
'Irene gave us a dead end. We're still no closer to finding you.' She placed a hand on his thigh.
'It'll...

For the past two days, Sherlock didn't sleep. He was so focused on finding her that sleep wasn't an option anymore. He placed all the evidence on the tường above the fireplace and tried to piece them all together but he couldn't find any link. Who ever this is, they're very good, They had him stumped. He sat down on the đi văng with his head in his hands and sighed. After a moment he looked back up and saw 'Joan' standing in the corner.
'I know i'm not asleep hoặc on drugs so how can bạn be here?.'
'Because bạn haven't slept in two days, bạn need to rest and bạn better not be on drugs.' She went over...

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...