Sherlock And Joan

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...

Set a couple of years after Mycroft's funeral.
Sherlock and Joan have been married for almost two years and Joesph has just turned two.

Joan woke from her sleep upon hearing the noise downstairs, she got out of the bed and went down the stairs to living room only to see that Sherlock and Joesph had been playing one of their many games and have knocked over almost everything in the living room.

'Sherlock!'
He looked at Joan and grabbed Joesph to stop him running around,
'What is going on? I thought u zei you'd be at the station this morning?'
'I was, I managed to solve the case in under half an...

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...

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...

'What?'
'The only way u can save Sherlock is to give up your baby.'
'That's..That's sick.'
'You zei u would do anything to save him. His life is in your hands.' She hanged up the phone. Joan couldn't believe what she heard, Give up her baby? Irene knew that was the one thing she could never do. She thought about Sherlock lying there, waiting for her to save him. She dialed Gregson's number.
'Miss Watson. How's Sherlock doing?'
'I don't know, Irene's with him.'
'What's she doing there? Where are you?'
'I'm at home, Sherlock wanted me to check out a theory. He thought Irene tried to kill him. He...

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...