Sherlock and Joan-2x21

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 campana appeared from round the corner.
'Sherlock, can we have a word with tu 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 tu but only if tu help us catch your dealer.'
'What? I've already told tu i'm not telling tu 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 siguiente to him.
'Life.'
'Sherlock..' She took his hand in hers. 'It's...

Sherlock woke the siguiente morning, Olivia was lying asleep beside him. He got up and went downstairs, no sign of Oscar o 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 tu think i'm up?'
He laughed.
'I miss you.'
'I miss tu too.'
He took a deep breathe.
'I have to tell tu something.'
'What?'
He looked out the cocina 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 dicho 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 tu are, but you've been keeping más secrets from me first it was Irene, then your brother now this. How many más can i expect?'
'No more.'
'You sure about that.' He placed his forehead on her shoulder, not wanting to look in...