This Sherlock & Joan foto contains
traje de negocios, juego de negocio, calle, escena de la ciudad, entorno urbano, configuración de la escena de calle, ciudad, urbano, and uniforme.
There might also be
mosquete, uniforme de campaña, vestido de batalla, abrigo de la caja, and caja de capa.
It had been almost an hora since Sherlock went down to the basement. Joan had began to pace in front of the door wondering who could be down there, she knew it wasn't Irene as she was in prison. She stopped pacing to open the door, she heard Sherlock's voice but didn't recognize the other one. She crept quietly down further reaching the door at the bottom, she carefully opened the door and peered through the small gap.
'So let me get this right, tu want me to help tu get rid of a drug tiburón tu owe a bunch of money too?' 'Exactly.' 'Sherlock scoffed. 'You've got to be kidding.' 'Come on Holmes,...
Sherlock woke to find himself all stitched up, but his brother was no where to be seen. 'Excuse me, nurse? Where's Mycroft Holmes?' 'Are tu a relation?' 'He's my older brother.' 'He's in surgery at the moment.' 'What for?' 'He has third degree burns much like yourself but since he has cancer their worried the explosion could have caused something to enter his immune system which is pretty weak from the kimo.' 'Can tu keep updated?' 'Of course.' 'Thank you.' As the nurse left, Joan came in. 'Joan?' 'Sherlock!.' She hugged but he winced. 'Sorry. I thought i'd lost tu again.' 'You'll never get rid of...