Sherlock & Joan

Joan sat in the interview waiting for Gregson and campana to mostrar up. She couldn't help but wonder where Sherlock could have gone. He didn't have anyone left to help him. He was alone. The door opened and Gregson came in.
'How could tu let this happen? I thought Sherlock was your... i don't know friend?.'
'It wasn't my decision.'
'Your the captain. Everything that happens gets run por tu first.'
'And is then reported to the chief of police, who makes the final call.'
'Why didn't tu tell him that Sherlock wouldn't do such a thing?.' Gregson dicho nothing. 'He doesn't know about Sherlock does he?.'
'No...

When he got home, Joan was just out of the shower.
'Hey, where did tu get off too?.'
'The police station. we've been broken into.'
'Did they take anything?.' Sherlock shook his head. 'Then why would they bother?.'
'Probably some kid, who was dared but wimped out at the last second. Anyway tu need to get dressed, they'll be here in five minutes.'
'OK.' She went into her room. The doorbell rang.
'That'll be them.' Sherlock went downstairs and opened the door. 'Captain Gregson. Detective Bell.' He motioned for them to come in.
'Where do tu want us to search?.'
'Just the kitchen.'
'But how do tu know...'...

The siguiente morning, Joan woke up and turned to look at Sherlock. He was so cute when he was asleep. He seem más at peace with himself.
'Watson, tu know it's rude to stare.' She giggled as he turned over so he was on parte superior, arriba of her.
'So it's OK when tu do it?.'
'When have i?.'
'Yesterday.' They both laughed. 'I need a shower.' Sherlock pinned her down. 'Sherlock.' He gave her a quick kiss then roll off to let her up. He watched her walk into the bathroom then went downstairs. He went into the cocina and found an envelope with his name on it. He checked the back door and found it was open. It wasn't...

The día of the trial arrived. Sherlock finished dressing and went downstairs. He was nervous, mainly for Joan. He found her in the living room with Joseph.
'Hey.'
'Hey, tu ok?'
'A little nervous.' He sat down siguiente to her. 'You?'
'Not too bad, just don't want to face her attorney.'
'I know, but we've done nothing wrong. We have nothing to fear.' He took Joseph's hand. 'Uncle Mycroft's looking after tu today, go easy on him.'
Joan giggled as Mycroft came out from the kitchen.
'I'm sure uncle Mycroft can look after him for one afternoon.' Joan handed Joseph to him. 'We'll be just fine, won't we?' Joan...