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posted by nickjonasfan001
The volgende morning, Sherlock woke early in order to meet Gregson and meld to him.
'Morning.'
'Morning, how u feeling?'
'Not too bad, slept pretty well.'
Gregson took out a notepad.
'What u got?'
'The dealer is called Micheal, don't have a visual yet he's suppose to be returning from Long Island tonight depending how his 'meeting' goes. How's Watson?'
'She's fine, told me to give u this.'
He handed him a picture of Joseph.
'Thank u Captain.'

After the meeting Sherlock headed back to the den, Olivia was coming down the stairs as he came in.
'Morning.'
'Morning.'
He followed her to the kitchen.
'You...
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posted by nickjonasfan001
Sherlock saw at least 3 different exits from where he stood but all were to far to hatch an escape attempt that wouldn't involve a casuality. He knew what is was like to be shot but didn't want to experience it again. He checked his watch it was ten to eight, he needed to send a signal to Gregson but how? He looked round him for something that could help, he noticed a button the right hand side of the uithangbord which could be the buildings old whistle to alert the men work was finished. But getting to it would prove to be a challenge.

'Which one of u is lying?'
'Micheal we've been doing buisness...
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posted by nickjonasfan001
Irene got off the plane and hailed the first taxi she could. She sat in the back zitplaats, stoel and thought about her plan...and this time...Sherlock would not longer be an exception.

Sherlock woke to the sound of Joseph crying, he crept out of bed and went into his room.

'Hey...' He picked him up. 'What is it?' He took Joseph back into to see Joan, he layed him down on the bed in between them. Joseph raised his hand and almost smacked Joan in the face. Sherlock couldn't help but laugh.
'Hey!.' She looked down and saw Joseph. 'Oh...It was u was it?' She began to tickle him. 'Was it you?' He began to giggled....
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posted by nickjonasfan001
Sherlock and Joan have been in a relationship for about a maand and things seem to be going great so far...

Joan woke up and went downstairs, still in her nightwear, to find the keuken-, keuken 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 u to clean this up last night?.'
'I was going to clean it up this morning when u were still in bed so it would be a nice surprise. I didn't anticipate u being up this early.' He gave her his puppy dog eyes.
'No, don't do that.'
'Do what?.' He moved closer and wrapped his arms around...
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posted by nickjonasfan001
Sherlock took James back to Mycroft's flat to douche and change. Once he was in the kitchen, Sherlock pulled Mycroft aside.
'Moriarty is in London.'
'How do u know?'
'James stal two grand from him. That's why u haven't heard from him, he's been in hiding.'
'Have u 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. u should probably call Joan.'
'No.'
'No? She has a right to know brother.'
'She doesn't need any meer stress, it's not good for her of the baby.'
'But...
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posted by nickjonasfan001
Sherlock went upstairs to get changed. He had to do something about Irene. Joan came out of the bathroom when he had just finished dressing.
'Where u off too?.'
'Gregson phoned. He needs me at the station.' He kissed her forehead. 'I won't be long.'
'Take a key with you, i'm booking the scan so i don't know how long i'll be.'
'Alright, i'll see u later. Love you.'
'Love u too.'
He decided to walk to the station, he needed to clear is mind. He had to decide if he was going to tell Joan what happened of not, he didn't want to hurt her again. He promised her father that he wouldn't. As he walked...
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posted by nickjonasfan001
Joan sat in the interview waiting for Gregson and klok, bell to toon 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 u 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 door u first.'
'And is then reported to the chief of police, who makes the final call.'
'Why didn't u tell him that Sherlock wouldn't do such a thing?.' Gregson zei nothing. 'He doesn't know about Sherlock does he?.'
'No...
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posted by nickjonasfan001
Sherlock got woke in the middle of the night door the guards switching on the lights, He had just nodded off.
'Holmes.' He looked round and saw Gregson standing at the bars.
'Captain, what...'
'No time, u need to come with us.' He opened the cell. Sherlock could tell he was panicking.
'What's wrong?.'
'Somethings happened, we need you.'
Sherlock knew when he withheld information it was personal to someone.
'Captain, just tell me.'
'Joan's gone.'

Sherlock sat in the back of the car and looked down at his ring, Gregson manage to pursued the guard to let him have it back. He kept twirling it round his...
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posted by nickjonasfan001
'We met in London. He came round to my house, making enquiries for the art gallery i worked for. We met a couple of times after that.'
'It was a sexual relationship?'
'Yes..I thought he loved me.'
'Thought?'
'After a couple of months, things got a bit heated. '
'Can u elaborate on that?'
'We had an argument on night, we both zei things we didn't mean but...i was too slow to stop him.'
'What happened Ms. Adler?'
'He shoved me against the wall...' Sherlock shot up from his seat.
'Liar! I never touched you!.' The judge banged his gavel.
'Mr Holmes, sit down of i'll shall be forced to remove u from...
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posted by nickjonasfan001
Sherlock sat waiting in the interview room, he always knew he would be behind the bureau as a criminal at some point. After a minuet, klok, bell came in.
'Detective.'
'Mr Holmes.' He sat down. 'It's been awhile.'
'Almost a month, i believe.' klok, bell put the case file on the desk.
'Shall we?.' He opened it and spread the contense across the desk. 'Feel free to look.' Holmes lent vooruit, voorwaarts in his seat. 'Now care to explain your relationship with Miss Adler?.'
'There is no relationship.'
'Really? then how come we found this picture of you?.' He pushed it towards Sherlock.
'That was from a few years ago.'
'But you...
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posted by nickjonasfan001
Sherlock woke to find that Joan wasn't volgende to him. He got up and went her room, He found her lying in her bed. He crawled in volgende to her and just started at her. He couldn't help but think about what it would do to her if she found out what he did. He leaned in and kissed her forehead gently. Joan stirred then woke to find him smiling at her.
'Hey.'
'Hey. I didn't hear u come in last night.'
'I did get in till 11. My parents can talk.' She sat up and rubbed her eyes. 'And i was thinking...'
'What?.'
'How about we tell them about us together?.' Sherlock thought for a moment then nodded.
'We could.'...
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posted by nickjonasfan001
After dinner, Sherlock disappeared upstairs. Joan was helping Irene with the dishes.
'That's was beautiful.'
'Thank you, i learnt it back in London.'
'What's it like? London?,'
'Like here but...British.' Joan giggled.
'So not much difference?.'
'Except the views, I love the scenery here.'
'It's gorgeous, isn't it?.'
'So..When's the big day?.'
'We haven't decide yet.'
'You nervous?.'
'A little but that's to be expected. I'm just hoping the baby doesn't come on the day.'
'That would be interesting.' They both started to laugh when Sherlock came back downstairs.
'Hey, where'd u get to?'
'I went up and ran...
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posted by nickjonasfan001
Sherlock woke early, knowing the dag that lay ahead for him. He had been under cover for almost a maand and hadn't touched a ounce of drugs, for that he could be proud of himself but not for leading Olivia on. After today he knew he would have to explain so many things, Joan, Joseph, his carrer but all he wants his for her and her brother to get the help they need. He got a text from Gregson:
The raid will happen at 8, be ready.
He was but nervous at the same time. If even one thing went wrong, chances were he wouldn't get out alive. All he wanted was to see his wife and child, he missed them...
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posted by nickjonasfan001
It had been almost an uur 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, u want me to help u get rid of a drug haai u owe a bunch of money too?'
'Exactly.'
'Sherlock scoffed.
'You've got to be kidding.'
'Come on Holmes,...
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posted by nickjonasfan001
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 u 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 u 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 u again.'
'You'll never get rid of...
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posted by nickjonasfan001
That night Sherlock slept on the couch, He didn't want to make things meer awkward with Joan. When he woke, he thought about what to say to her, he couldn't just ignore this. He sat up and saw Irene in the kitchen.
'Your up early.'
'Couldn't sleep, What about you?'
'A lot on my mind.' Irene went and sat volgende to him.
'Here.' She handed him a cup of tea.
'Thank you.' He took a sip.
'So what's on your mind?' Sherlock remained silent, just staring at his tea. 'Does it have something to do with u sleeping on the couch?'
'It doesn't matter.' He leaned vooruit, voorwaarts and placed his cup on the table.
'Joan?'
'...We..We...
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posted by nickjonasfan001
After a couple of days, Joan was discharged but they kept Sherlock in for meer observation along with Mycroft. As his brother slept, Sherlock couldn't help but blame himself. If he knew Moriarty was in London his would never have come and this probably wouldn't have happened. Joan crept in along with this Joseph.
'Hey.'
'Hey.' She gave him a quick kiss. 'How are u feeling?'
'I'm fine, i don't know why...'
'It's just a precaution.'
'I know.. but i want to go home pagina with u and this little one. How is he?'
'He's good, feels so weird..I didn't expect to have him for another three months..and now..here...
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posted by nickjonasfan001
Sherlock woke early and just stared at his brother. They were going home pagina 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. u 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 bed and picked up his bag. 'Are u sure u want me to stay with you?'
'I'm sure.' They smiled at each other. Sherlock followed his brother...
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posted by Joanlockfan
“Stay,” he said.
That was the seconde time Joan Watson’s world had stopped in her whole life. She was about to leave Sherlock and verplaats on to another client, and she had been in that situation thousands of times- the fact of leave a client and then go to another was common for her, it was a routine. But for some strange reason, she couldn’t leave Sherlock so easily. She had become a way attached to him, they were friends? Joan wondered, but then she remembered that “Sherlock Holmes doesn’t have any friends.” She couldn’t help herself and imagined how a dag without Sherlock could...
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posted by joejonasfan001
Memories are funny things. They can come and go. Memories are like diaries. We store everything in there. Good ones and bad ones. But what happens when those memories are taken from us?

Joan was in the keuken-, keuken making some coffee to wake herself up. She didn't hear Sherlock sneaking up behind her. Sherlock wrapped his arms around her waist and held her close

"Good morning"
"Morning"
"Your up early"
"Yeah i couldn't really sleep"
"Everything okay?"
"Yeah must just be one of those nights"

Sherlock began to kiss the back of her neck and run his hand through her hair. She lent back into him and sighed with...
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