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 muro 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 sofá 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 o on drugs so how can tu be here?.'
'Because tu haven't slept in two days, tu need to rest and tu better not be on drugs.' She went over and sat siguiente to him. 'Your not going to find me if your brain can't work.'
'It works fine, I've spent many a día without sleep. Especially when the police are after you.'
'But this is different. Your trying to piece this together but tu can't find a connection and tu know that's not like you.' Sherlock chuckled.
'Funny, even though your from my subconscious tu even sound like Watson.'
'It's because in situations like this, This is how tu expect me to be.' She got up and went over to look at the wall. 'You've done well so far.'
'But i still can't work out who would take you.'
'You thought about finding Irene?.'
'How? She is almost impossible to find.'
'So your saying even the great Sherlock Holmes couldn't find her?.' She looked over her shoulder and smiled at him.
'I'm not saying that at all. I could find her if i wanted too.' She looked back at the board, Sherlock got up from the sofá and went to stand behind her. 'But i don't know where to start.' He hesitated a minuet then wrapped his arms around her waist. 'I'm sorry.'
'For what?.'
'Letting all this happen.' She lent back into him.
'It'll all be ok. Trust me.'He kissed the parte superior, arriba of her head and once he pulled away she was gone. He felt tears coming to his eyes, She was gone again. He wished he could go back in time and stop all this. He remembered telling himself he would never fall in amor again after what happened with Irene but he never anticipated meeting Joan Watson. He let the tears run down his face. He looked up at the board then decided to go onto the roof for some air to clear his head. He sat on the ledge and looked out to the city, knowing she was out there somewhere he just had to keep looking. He then heard the honk of a car, he looked down and saw Gregson. He signaled him to come up. After a couple minuets, he peered round the doorway.
'You come up hear often?.'
'Only when i need to really think.' Gregson could tell por his voice that he was crying.
'You ok Holmes?.'
'I'm fine.' Gregson sat siguiente to him. Sherlock sighed then looked at him.
'Never known tu to cry.'
'Surprise, the jerk has feelings(!).'
'No need to be like that. I've just never seen this side of you.'
'That's because i promised myself i would never let it happen again. I guess i was wrong about that one.' He got up and stood on the edge. 'You think if i died they would let her go?.'
Gregson looked up at him.
'What?.'
'If i jumped off here right now, do tu think that will save her?.' Gregson got up and stood back from him. 'Because if i'm dead then they'd have to let her go.'
'Then tu leave Joan alone and broken is that what tu want?.' Gregson moved adelante, hacia adelante a little bit. 'Holmes, just think about this.'
'I have and it's the only option left.'
'There are many options left and this isn't one of them.' Sherlock looked down at the ground below and saw 'Joan' standing there with tears falling from her eyes.
'I'm...' He started to cry. 'I'm sorry.' Gregson moved forward. 'I'm so sorry.' He was about to jump but Gregson grabbed him and pulled him down. Sherlock grabbed hold of his capa and cried into his shoulder. Gregson had never seen him like this.
Half an hora later, Sherlock woke up on the couch. He got up and saw Gregson in the cocina making some tea.
'How did I...'
'I had to carry you. tu wouldn't stop crying.' He handed him a mug.
'Thank you.' He took a sip.
'Listen Holmes, i understand it's hard but tu didn't need to take drugs.'
'I didn't.'
'Then why were tu actuación like that?.'
'I was sleep deprived.' He took another sip of his tea.
'You started tu cry before tu were about to jump, why?.'
'I saw Joan, standing there, crying.'
'You saw her?.' Sherlock nodded.
'I saw her in the living room too. I was trying to work out the connection but couldn't then she appeared.' Gregson looked at him with concern. 'It felt so real.'
'How.?'
'I could actually envolver, abrigo my arms around her and tell her i was sorry.'
'Holmes, I think tu should live somewhere else for the rest of the investigation. It's not doing tu any could being here.'
'Thanks for your concern but i want to stay. I work better here, putting me somewhere else would make my brain function work even less.' He placed his mug on the side. 'I appreciate tu helping me. por the way why were tu here?.'
'I was coming to tell tu we have Irene in custody.'
'I know i'm not asleep o on drugs so how can tu be here?.'
'Because tu haven't slept in two days, tu need to rest and tu better not be on drugs.' She went over and sat siguiente to him. 'Your not going to find me if your brain can't work.'
'It works fine, I've spent many a día without sleep. Especially when the police are after you.'
'But this is different. Your trying to piece this together but tu can't find a connection and tu know that's not like you.' Sherlock chuckled.
'Funny, even though your from my subconscious tu even sound like Watson.'
'It's because in situations like this, This is how tu expect me to be.' She got up and went over to look at the wall. 'You've done well so far.'
'But i still can't work out who would take you.'
'You thought about finding Irene?.'
'How? She is almost impossible to find.'
'So your saying even the great Sherlock Holmes couldn't find her?.' She looked over her shoulder and smiled at him.
'I'm not saying that at all. I could find her if i wanted too.' She looked back at the board, Sherlock got up from the sofá and went to stand behind her. 'But i don't know where to start.' He hesitated a minuet then wrapped his arms around her waist. 'I'm sorry.'
'For what?.'
'Letting all this happen.' She lent back into him.
'It'll all be ok. Trust me.'He kissed the parte superior, arriba of her head and once he pulled away she was gone. He felt tears coming to his eyes, She was gone again. He wished he could go back in time and stop all this. He remembered telling himself he would never fall in amor again after what happened with Irene but he never anticipated meeting Joan Watson. He let the tears run down his face. He looked up at the board then decided to go onto the roof for some air to clear his head. He sat on the ledge and looked out to the city, knowing she was out there somewhere he just had to keep looking. He then heard the honk of a car, he looked down and saw Gregson. He signaled him to come up. After a couple minuets, he peered round the doorway.
'You come up hear often?.'
'Only when i need to really think.' Gregson could tell por his voice that he was crying.
'You ok Holmes?.'
'I'm fine.' Gregson sat siguiente to him. Sherlock sighed then looked at him.
'Never known tu to cry.'
'Surprise, the jerk has feelings(!).'
'No need to be like that. I've just never seen this side of you.'
'That's because i promised myself i would never let it happen again. I guess i was wrong about that one.' He got up and stood on the edge. 'You think if i died they would let her go?.'
Gregson looked up at him.
'What?.'
'If i jumped off here right now, do tu think that will save her?.' Gregson got up and stood back from him. 'Because if i'm dead then they'd have to let her go.'
'Then tu leave Joan alone and broken is that what tu want?.' Gregson moved adelante, hacia adelante a little bit. 'Holmes, just think about this.'
'I have and it's the only option left.'
'There are many options left and this isn't one of them.' Sherlock looked down at the ground below and saw 'Joan' standing there with tears falling from her eyes.
'I'm...' He started to cry. 'I'm sorry.' Gregson moved forward. 'I'm so sorry.' He was about to jump but Gregson grabbed him and pulled him down. Sherlock grabbed hold of his capa and cried into his shoulder. Gregson had never seen him like this.
Half an hora later, Sherlock woke up on the couch. He got up and saw Gregson in the cocina making some tea.
'How did I...'
'I had to carry you. tu wouldn't stop crying.' He handed him a mug.
'Thank you.' He took a sip.
'Listen Holmes, i understand it's hard but tu didn't need to take drugs.'
'I didn't.'
'Then why were tu actuación like that?.'
'I was sleep deprived.' He took another sip of his tea.
'You started tu cry before tu were about to jump, why?.'
'I saw Joan, standing there, crying.'
'You saw her?.' Sherlock nodded.
'I saw her in the living room too. I was trying to work out the connection but couldn't then she appeared.' Gregson looked at him with concern. 'It felt so real.'
'How.?'
'I could actually envolver, abrigo my arms around her and tell her i was sorry.'
'Holmes, I think tu should live somewhere else for the rest of the investigation. It's not doing tu any could being here.'
'Thanks for your concern but i want to stay. I work better here, putting me somewhere else would make my brain function work even less.' He placed his mug on the side. 'I appreciate tu helping me. por the way why were tu here?.'
'I was coming to tell tu we have Irene in custody.'