'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 this court room.' Sherlock sat back down. The judged motioned to her layer. 'Continue.'
'Carry on Ms. Adler.'
'He shoved me and...forced himself on me. I couldn't move..I just froze...He told me he'd kill me if i told anyone. From then on, he got violent. He'd hit me, over and over. That's when i asked Moriarty to help fake my death. I just wanted out.'
'Thank you. No meer questions.' As Irene was led away, she looked up at Sherlock and gave a subtle smile. Sherlock glared back at her.

'Lady's and Gentlemen of the jury, u came here today expecting to hear about the poisoning of Mr Sherlock Holmes, but as it turned out, there was a much darker story behind it. Ms. Adler says she was beaten and threatened door him while Miss Watson claims, he had never touched her of their new son. Now it's not my job to tell u what verdict u should chose so i will say this. u saw Mr Holmes's out burst at Ms Adler, so has he really changed?'

Sherlock sat outside, watching people go by. He felt sick, sick that Irene would make up a lie like that. As Joan walked up to him, she noticed that something was wrong.
'Hey, what's wrong?' She sat down volgende to him.
'Irene..she...'
'What?'
'He told the jury that..'
'You hit her, i know, but i told them..'
'She zei i raped her.' Joan went silent. 'She zei i forced myself on her.'
'Sherlock, no one will believe her. They can't even prove u did it.'
'I hope u right, other wise Joesph's going to grow up with a convict for a dad.' He got up and walked away. Joan decided to leave him, he needed the space. She saw him walk straight past Gregson, who looked worried and confused. He spotted Joan, who gestured him over.
'What's up with him?'
'Irene. She's saying he raped her.'
'What?'
'She told the jury he forced himself on her.'
'He's got nothing to worry about, unless they have evidence to back to it up then the jury have nothing to go on.'
'What if they believed her little performance?'
'Then they've got your testimony as a counter balance.'
'So no pressure?'
Gregson checked his watch. 'We should go in, he'll need the support.' Joan took a deep breathe and followed him up the steps, praying for the right verdict.

'Who speaks for the jury?' A man stood up. 'How do u find the defendant?'
'We find the defendant...guilty of trying to poison Mr Holmes.' Sherlock let out a sigh of re leave.
'Mr Holmes, your free to go. Ms Adler, your sentenced to four years imprisonment.' The judge banged his gavel. Sherlock ran over to Joan and hugged her. The man from the jury rose again.
'Your honor, The jury and myself would like to have another trial for the acclaimed rape of Ms Adler.' Joan released Sherlock from their hug.
'What? u can't be serious?' The judge thought about it for a moment.
'Motioned carried. Trial datum will be within a few weeks.' Sherlock stormed out of the court room Joan tried to follow but lost him.

Joan returned to the roodbruine zandsteen, brownstone but there was no sign of him.
'Mycroft?' He came down the stairs. 'Have u seen your brother?'
'I thought he was with you.'
'He was but after the trial i lost him.'
'What happened?'
'Irene's claiming that Sherlock forced himself on her and use to beat her constantly. They found her guilty of trying to kill him but the jury want a trail to determine whether of not he did...'
She couldn't finish the sentence. Mycroft took her hand and sat her down on the couch.
'Listen to me, There's no evidence to prove that he did anything to her, only her words and if they found her guilty of trying to poison him surely they'll see through her lies.' Joan smiled then leaned in and hugged him.
'I hope so.' They heard the door open. 'Sherlock?' He appeared in the doorway. Joan got up and hugged him. 'I was worried.'
'I'm sorry, i just needed to clear my head.' He squeezed her a bit tighter, not wanting to let go. Sherlock turned to his brother. 'How Joesph?'
'He's good, i got him down just before Joan came in.'
'Thank you.' Mycroft gave him nod. Sherlock continued to hug Joan. He needed her right now. Mycroft went down to his room, giving them some privacy. Joan took his hand and they sat down on the couch.
'They won't believe her.'
'And if they do? They could take Joseph from us.'
'Then i would tell them that Mycroft gets him then he would still be here. She's already been convicted, she's not getting out anytime soon.'
'But if they think i did...force myself on her then they could reduce her sentence.' Joan shifted herself so she was sitting in his lap.
'Listen, your going to get through this. u know how i know?' Sherlock shook his head. 'Because i love u and will be with u no matter what.'
'I love you.' He leaned up and kissed her. She ran her hands though his hair while his rested on her thighs. After a moment, Joan began to unbutton his shirt. 'Joan..My brother's downstairs.'
'Then we'll be very quiet.' He smiled then re-captured her lips.

Irene lay her cell bed and smiled. The plan was working. She would get off and Sherlock would spend the rest of his life in jail. The perfect revenge.