Sherlock and Joan | so hiển thị me family

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...

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...

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...