Irene was the first to wake, She wandered round the house so she knew every inch of it. She went out the back to get some air, she needed to clear her head. She took a few deep breathes thinking about Moriarty's plan, She felt sick. She went back in and found Joan in the kitchen.
'Morning. i'm making tea, u want some?.'
'No i'm fine thanks.' She sat down at the table.
'You don't look so good, u feeling alright?.'
'Stomach bug, nothing to worry about.' Joan sat opposite her. 'I was a little sick last night but i'm fine.'
'You sure?.' Irene nodded. 'Ok, u want some water?.'
'Yes please.' Joan got up and went over to the sink. 'Sherlock still asleep?.'
'No, he left early this morning. Never zei why.'
'Does he ever?.' She handed Irene a glass.'Thank you.' She took a wee sip. 'He still doesn't trust me, does he?.'
'No offence but can u blame him?.'
'I suppose not.' She placed the glass on the table. 'But it's not like i chose to do it, Moriarty made me.'
'Then tell the police, If they knew u were forced to...'
'But Sherlock will tell them i'm lying. u know how the captain values his opinion.'
'Well..I'll vouch for you.'
'Really? But Sherlock...'
'Sherlock does not make my decisions.' Irene smiled at her.
'Thank you.'
Sherlock was waiting for Gregson in his office.
'Holmes? Why are u here?.' Gregson sat opposite him.
'I wanted to know if you've decided to charge Irene of not.'
'Holmes, There's not enough..'
'Evidence? Are u serious? She helped kidnap Joan.'
'So we can't do anything about that until Miss Watson confirms it. Why are u trying so hard to get her locked up?.'
'Because i know she is still working for him.'
'Can u prove it?.
'How else would she know what he's planning?.'
'Maybe she's spying on him.'
'That's what Joan said.'
'But u don't believe that.' Sherlock shook his head. 'Ok, tell u what. u find some evidence proving your theory and i'll consider looking into it until then just trust your finance.' Sherlock rose from his seat.
'Thank u Captain. Oh and door the way, u know case 125.'
'Yeah? The one where the woman died of unknown causes.'
'The father did it.'
'How? The room was lock from the inside.'
'He sent something threw the vent. I'll leave u to your own deductions.' He left. Gregson looked over the file again.
'Son of a ...'
When he returned back at the brownstone, Irene was looking some case files.
'Solved any yet?.'
'Close.' She handed him the one in her hand. 'I think it was someone on the force.'
'Your evidence?.'
'Look, Her history states she had one boyfriend who worked all hours. That narrows it down to doctor, firefighter or...'
'Policeman.'
'Exactly and if u look there, Someone had tried to rub out the message she wrote. No one can gain access to a crime scene apart from forensics and the officers involved. So i narrowed it down to him. George Taylor, his record shows he's prone to violence.'Sherlock read the rest of the file. She was right.
'Spot on.'
'I learned from the best.'
'Who's that?.' She nudged him and they both laughed. 'How's Joan doing?.'
'..She's fine.' Irene went to pile and picked up another case.
'Your keen.'
'I just want to solve them all now.' She started to read the volgende one. Sherlock looked at her and smiled, he went upstairs and found Joan in her old room.
'Hey, where did u get to?.'
'Police station. I solved another case.'
'What would they do without you?.' He went over and gave her hug.
'What about you?.'
'I was just clearing out a few things, to make room for the baby's things.'
'Well if it get's to keep the king size bed..' Joan gave him a playful slap. 'You need a hand?.'
'Yeah, could u put these in the bin outside?.'
Sherlock picked up the bags and carried them downstairs. He went outside and dumped the bags door the bin then stood for a moment thinking about the baby. He was so excited to meet the little one. Before he went back in, Irene came out and stood volgende to him
'You ok?.'
'I'm fine, just thinking about the baby.'
'I thought u didn't want any?.'
'What?.'
'Well, when we were dating, u told me u didn't want any children as they would get in the way of your work.'
'I'm a different person now Irene.' He walked past her and went inside. After a moment Irene followed him, he started to clean up the case files. 'Have u told your father about the baby of the engagement?.'
'No.'
'Why not?.'
'You know that my relationship with my father is non existent.'
'Your brother then?.' He turned to her.
'How do you...'
'I've kept tabs on you, remember? '
'Then defiantly not.'
'Do u have any family members u actually like?.'
'Not yet.' He returned to cleaning, Irene shook her head and went downstairs to her room. Sherlock turned to see Joan sitting on the stairs. 'Hey...How much...'
'Did i hear? From when u two came inside.' She made her way down. 'You really haven't told your father? And when were u going to tell me about your brother?'
'You know about my relationship with my family. u know better then anyone.'
'But your father deserves to know.'
'How many times has he phoned me? Sent me an e-mail? Even when i was on the run, he never bothered to help. So why on earth would i tell him about the baby?'
'For your child's sake. This baby deserves to know where it came from.'
'Your family will do a better job then mine.'
'Will u stop it! Your family has the same right as mine! Your Father, Brother...Mother. u haven't mentioned her either.'
'Don't...'
'Sherlock, what happ...'
'I zei don't.' Sherlock walked past her and went outside, After a moment Joan followed him.
'How i'm i suppose to marry you, if u keep stuff from me?.'
'Cold feet already?'
'No...Just tell me what happened.' Sherlock went back inside. Joan stayed out for awhile thinking about what to do. She still wanted to marry Sherlock but how many meer secrets was he keeping from her?.
'Morning. i'm making tea, u want some?.'
'No i'm fine thanks.' She sat down at the table.
'You don't look so good, u feeling alright?.'
'Stomach bug, nothing to worry about.' Joan sat opposite her. 'I was a little sick last night but i'm fine.'
'You sure?.' Irene nodded. 'Ok, u want some water?.'
'Yes please.' Joan got up and went over to the sink. 'Sherlock still asleep?.'
'No, he left early this morning. Never zei why.'
'Does he ever?.' She handed Irene a glass.'Thank you.' She took a wee sip. 'He still doesn't trust me, does he?.'
'No offence but can u blame him?.'
'I suppose not.' She placed the glass on the table. 'But it's not like i chose to do it, Moriarty made me.'
'Then tell the police, If they knew u were forced to...'
'But Sherlock will tell them i'm lying. u know how the captain values his opinion.'
'Well..I'll vouch for you.'
'Really? But Sherlock...'
'Sherlock does not make my decisions.' Irene smiled at her.
'Thank you.'
Sherlock was waiting for Gregson in his office.
'Holmes? Why are u here?.' Gregson sat opposite him.
'I wanted to know if you've decided to charge Irene of not.'
'Holmes, There's not enough..'
'Evidence? Are u serious? She helped kidnap Joan.'
'So we can't do anything about that until Miss Watson confirms it. Why are u trying so hard to get her locked up?.'
'Because i know she is still working for him.'
'Can u prove it?.
'How else would she know what he's planning?.'
'Maybe she's spying on him.'
'That's what Joan said.'
'But u don't believe that.' Sherlock shook his head. 'Ok, tell u what. u find some evidence proving your theory and i'll consider looking into it until then just trust your finance.' Sherlock rose from his seat.
'Thank u Captain. Oh and door the way, u know case 125.'
'Yeah? The one where the woman died of unknown causes.'
'The father did it.'
'How? The room was lock from the inside.'
'He sent something threw the vent. I'll leave u to your own deductions.' He left. Gregson looked over the file again.
'Son of a ...'
When he returned back at the brownstone, Irene was looking some case files.
'Solved any yet?.'
'Close.' She handed him the one in her hand. 'I think it was someone on the force.'
'Your evidence?.'
'Look, Her history states she had one boyfriend who worked all hours. That narrows it down to doctor, firefighter or...'
'Policeman.'
'Exactly and if u look there, Someone had tried to rub out the message she wrote. No one can gain access to a crime scene apart from forensics and the officers involved. So i narrowed it down to him. George Taylor, his record shows he's prone to violence.'Sherlock read the rest of the file. She was right.
'Spot on.'
'I learned from the best.'
'Who's that?.' She nudged him and they both laughed. 'How's Joan doing?.'
'..She's fine.' Irene went to pile and picked up another case.
'Your keen.'
'I just want to solve them all now.' She started to read the volgende one. Sherlock looked at her and smiled, he went upstairs and found Joan in her old room.
'Hey, where did u get to?.'
'Police station. I solved another case.'
'What would they do without you?.' He went over and gave her hug.
'What about you?.'
'I was just clearing out a few things, to make room for the baby's things.'
'Well if it get's to keep the king size bed..' Joan gave him a playful slap. 'You need a hand?.'
'Yeah, could u put these in the bin outside?.'
Sherlock picked up the bags and carried them downstairs. He went outside and dumped the bags door the bin then stood for a moment thinking about the baby. He was so excited to meet the little one. Before he went back in, Irene came out and stood volgende to him
'You ok?.'
'I'm fine, just thinking about the baby.'
'I thought u didn't want any?.'
'What?.'
'Well, when we were dating, u told me u didn't want any children as they would get in the way of your work.'
'I'm a different person now Irene.' He walked past her and went inside. After a moment Irene followed him, he started to clean up the case files. 'Have u told your father about the baby of the engagement?.'
'No.'
'Why not?.'
'You know that my relationship with my father is non existent.'
'Your brother then?.' He turned to her.
'How do you...'
'I've kept tabs on you, remember? '
'Then defiantly not.'
'Do u have any family members u actually like?.'
'Not yet.' He returned to cleaning, Irene shook her head and went downstairs to her room. Sherlock turned to see Joan sitting on the stairs. 'Hey...How much...'
'Did i hear? From when u two came inside.' She made her way down. 'You really haven't told your father? And when were u going to tell me about your brother?'
'You know about my relationship with my family. u know better then anyone.'
'But your father deserves to know.'
'How many times has he phoned me? Sent me an e-mail? Even when i was on the run, he never bothered to help. So why on earth would i tell him about the baby?'
'For your child's sake. This baby deserves to know where it came from.'
'Your family will do a better job then mine.'
'Will u stop it! Your family has the same right as mine! Your Father, Brother...Mother. u haven't mentioned her either.'
'Don't...'
'Sherlock, what happ...'
'I zei don't.' Sherlock walked past her and went outside, After a moment Joan followed him.
'How i'm i suppose to marry you, if u keep stuff from me?.'
'Cold feet already?'
'No...Just tell me what happened.' Sherlock went back inside. Joan stayed out for awhile thinking about what to do. She still wanted to marry Sherlock but how many meer secrets was he keeping from her?.
