I'm sharper, I'm más focused

Sherlock and Joan have been in a relationship for about a mes and things seem to be going great so far...

Joan woke up and went downstairs, still in her nightwear, to find the cocina was still a mess from last night.

'Sherlock!.'
She heard him tumble out of bed. He came downstairs to the kitchen.
'Didn't i ask tu to clean this up last night?.'
'I was going to clean it up this morning when tu were still in cama so it would be a nice surprise. I didn't anticipate tu being up this early.' He gave her his perrito, cachorro dog eyes.
'No, don't do that.'
'Do what?.' He moved closer and wrapped his arms around...

Set a couple of years after Mycroft's funeral.
Sherlock and Joan have been married for almost two years and Joesph has just turned two.

Joan woke from her sleep upon hearing the noise downstairs, she got out of the cama and went down the stairs to living room only to see that Sherlock and Joesph had been playing one of their many games and have knocked over almost everything in the living room.

'Sherlock!'
He looked at Joan and grabbed Joesph to stop him running around,
'What is going on? I thought tu dicho you'd be at the station this morning?'
'I was, I managed to solve the case in under half an...

Sherlock woke early and just stared at his brother. They were going inicial today and he couldn't be happier. He would see his son soon but most importantly he would see Joan. He missed her so much. Mycroft rolled over and opened his eyes.
'Morning.'
'Morning.' Mycroft sat up. 'What time is it?'
'Eight o'clock. tu can go back...'
'No i'm fine. What time's our flight?'
'About two o'clock. We have a few hours left.'
'Well..Better start packing.' Mycroft got out the cama and picked up his bag. 'Are tu sure tu want me to stay with you?'
'I'm sure.' They smiled at each other. Sherlock followed his brother...

Sherlock took James back to Mycroft's flat to ducha, ducha de and change. Once he was in the kitchen, Sherlock pulled Mycroft aside.
'Moriarty is in London.'
'How do tu know?'
'James estola two grand from him. That's why tu haven't heard from him, he's been in hiding.'
'Have tu called Scotland yard?'
'Not yet, If Moriarty knows we're on to him..He'll vanish. We'll have to bide our time with this one.'
'Alright, James can stay in the other guest room for now. tu should probably call Joan.'
'No.'
'No? She has a right to know brother.'
'She doesn't need any más stress, it's not good for her o the baby.'
'But...

'What?'
'The only way tu can save Sherlock is to give up your baby.'
'That's..That's sick.'
'You dicho tu would do anything to save him. His life is in your hands.' She hanged up the phone. Joan couldn't believe what she heard, Give up her baby? Irene knew that was the one thing she could never do. She thought about Sherlock lying there, waiting for her to save him. She dialed Gregson's number.
'Miss Watson. How's Sherlock doing?'
'I don't know, Irene's with him.'
'What's she doing there? Where are you?'
'I'm at home, Sherlock wanted me to check out a theory. He thought Irene tried to kill him. He...

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...