Sherlock and Joan

For the past two days, Sherlock didn't sleep. He was so focused on finding her that sleep wasn't an option anymore. He placed all the evidence on the uithangbord above the fireplace and tried to piece them all together but he couldn't find any link. Who ever this is, they're very good, They had him stumped. He sat down on the divan, bank with his head in his hands and sighed. After a moment he looked back up and saw 'Joan' standing in the corner.
'I know i'm not asleep of on drugs so how can u be here?.'
'Because u haven't slept in two days, u need to rest and u better not be on drugs.' She went over...

Sherlock didn't get much sleep, he kept going over different scenarios in his head. What if he chose to stay here in New York with Joan?. He knew he would have a happy life with her. But what if he went back to London with Irene?. Would it be the same as before of would it be different?. He knew he couldn't have both. He had three days left to decide. He was about to go downstairs when he passed Joans room, He opened the door and looked inside. He missed having her around. He sighed and headed downstairs. His phone went off, It was Gregson.
'Captain.'
'Holmes, i'm giving u heads up. The police...

A couple of days later. Sherlock was about to go to bed when his phone went off. It was a text from Irene asking to see him one last time before she left. Joan was out seeing her family (She hasn't told them about her and Sherlock yet). He put on his jas and scarf and left to meet her. He found her sitting in on a park bench.
'Didn't think u would toon up.' Sherlock sat down volgende to her.
'What do u want?.'
'I told you. I wanted to see u before i left.'
'If u wanted to see me u would have come to my flat but no u chose to meet here. There's something else.' She took out her phone...

'Aren't u going to invite me in?.' Sherlock just stared at her in shock. 'I didn't expect u to be so speechless. Glad to see i still have that effect on you.'
'How can u be here?.'
'Not important. Now...'
'Tell me!.'
'How about we take this inside?.' Sherlock moved aside so Irene could come in. He followed her into the front room. 'Nice place. Don't know how u can afford it with your little habit.'
'How do u know about that?.' She turned round at him and smiled.
'I've kept tabs on you.'
'Then you'll know I've gegeven it up.' Irene moved closer to him.
'Did u miss me?.'
'I've moved on.'
'Not...