'What are u doing here?'
'Can't a guy drop door and say hello?'
Sherlock stepped outside, shutting the door behind him.
'When the guy happens to be a current drug addict, no he can't.'
'You're one to talk.'
'I've been clean for almost 3 years.'
'Well congrats to you(!)' Oscar looked up at the brownstone. 'Nice place, daddy buy it for you?'
'He did.'
'You on your own?' Sherlock held up his left hand. 'Your married?'
'Almost two years.'
'Does she know about your past? Irene? The drugs?'
'She knows it all. Now, what do u want?'
'I was hoping for a fix.'
'Not likely, now if u excuse me.' Sherlock went back inside and locked the door. He went into the living room and watched Oscar leave from the window.
'Who was it?' Joan shouted from the kitchen.
'One of my irregulars, nothing to worry about.' He went into the kitchen, Joan was cleaning the dishes. 'Where's Joesph?'
'He's asleep, u must have tired him out.'
'The plan worked.' Joan laughed. 'I love your laugh.'
She looked at him and smiled. 'I haven't heard enough of it lately.'
'I know.'
He walked over to her.
'I can fix that.' Suddenly he picked her up and spun her around.
'Sherlock!'
She started to laugh. He knew that their life wasn't easy plus being consultants and parent was no picnic But he would go through everything again just to be with her. He slowed down and placed her on the ground. She looked up at him, smiling and giggling, as he placed his hand on her cheek and used his other hand to pull her in closer.
'I love you.'
Joan put her arms around his neck, pulling him down till their foreheads touched.
'I love u too.'
He tilted his head so he could reach her lips. The kiss was so tender to begin with until Joan pushed her self closer to him it then became meer passionate. She ran her hand down his chest, his hart-, hart was beating so fast. Sherlock verplaats his hands to her waist, pulling her even closer to him so he could lift her up as he did she wrapped her legs around his waist, never losing that connection. They ascended the stairs to their bedroom and layed down on the bed, engulfed in each other.
Sherlock woke looking down at Joan, who was lying on his cheat. He began to stroke her head, letting her hair fall through his fingers. She was so beautiful.
'You know it's rude to stare.'
'Can't help myself.' Joan rolled so she was lying on top, boven of him. He leaned in and gave her a slow, soft kiss. 'That was amazing.'
'It was.' They looked at each other and smiled. 'I've missed you.'
After a while, the pair got dressed and went into Josephs room to find him wide awake playing with his toys.
'Hey buddy.' Sherlock picked him up. 'You hungry?
'Yeah!'
They all went downstairs to the keuken-, keuken to find the back door wide open.
'Sherlock?'
'Shh?'
He studied the floor, he found traces of muddy footprints leading him to the basement.
'Stay here with Joesph.'
He went down, trying to be as quite as he good. When he reached the bottom, he took a breathe before kicking the door open and found Oscar sitting on the bed.
'Oscar?'
'Hey pal!'
Sherlock examined him.
'You high.'
'Of course! You're house is so easy to break into, u should do something about that.'
'Why are u here Oscar?'
'I just need a place to crash plus i need your help.'
'With what?'
'Can't a guy drop door and say hello?'
Sherlock stepped outside, shutting the door behind him.
'When the guy happens to be a current drug addict, no he can't.'
'You're one to talk.'
'I've been clean for almost 3 years.'
'Well congrats to you(!)' Oscar looked up at the brownstone. 'Nice place, daddy buy it for you?'
'He did.'
'You on your own?' Sherlock held up his left hand. 'Your married?'
'Almost two years.'
'Does she know about your past? Irene? The drugs?'
'She knows it all. Now, what do u want?'
'I was hoping for a fix.'
'Not likely, now if u excuse me.' Sherlock went back inside and locked the door. He went into the living room and watched Oscar leave from the window.
'Who was it?' Joan shouted from the kitchen.
'One of my irregulars, nothing to worry about.' He went into the kitchen, Joan was cleaning the dishes. 'Where's Joesph?'
'He's asleep, u must have tired him out.'
'The plan worked.' Joan laughed. 'I love your laugh.'
She looked at him and smiled. 'I haven't heard enough of it lately.'
'I know.'
He walked over to her.
'I can fix that.' Suddenly he picked her up and spun her around.
'Sherlock!'
She started to laugh. He knew that their life wasn't easy plus being consultants and parent was no picnic But he would go through everything again just to be with her. He slowed down and placed her on the ground. She looked up at him, smiling and giggling, as he placed his hand on her cheek and used his other hand to pull her in closer.
'I love you.'
Joan put her arms around his neck, pulling him down till their foreheads touched.
'I love u too.'
He tilted his head so he could reach her lips. The kiss was so tender to begin with until Joan pushed her self closer to him it then became meer passionate. She ran her hand down his chest, his hart-, hart was beating so fast. Sherlock verplaats his hands to her waist, pulling her even closer to him so he could lift her up as he did she wrapped her legs around his waist, never losing that connection. They ascended the stairs to their bedroom and layed down on the bed, engulfed in each other.
Sherlock woke looking down at Joan, who was lying on his cheat. He began to stroke her head, letting her hair fall through his fingers. She was so beautiful.
'You know it's rude to stare.'
'Can't help myself.' Joan rolled so she was lying on top, boven of him. He leaned in and gave her a slow, soft kiss. 'That was amazing.'
'It was.' They looked at each other and smiled. 'I've missed you.'
After a while, the pair got dressed and went into Josephs room to find him wide awake playing with his toys.
'Hey buddy.' Sherlock picked him up. 'You hungry?
'Yeah!'
They all went downstairs to the keuken-, keuken to find the back door wide open.
'Sherlock?'
'Shh?'
He studied the floor, he found traces of muddy footprints leading him to the basement.
'Stay here with Joesph.'
He went down, trying to be as quite as he good. When he reached the bottom, he took a breathe before kicking the door open and found Oscar sitting on the bed.
'Oscar?'
'Hey pal!'
Sherlock examined him.
'You high.'
'Of course! You're house is so easy to break into, u should do something about that.'
'Why are u here Oscar?'
'I just need a place to crash plus i need your help.'
'With what?'
