Sherlock&Joan

This is a continuation of the last story but is set about four months after.

Joan woke with sunlight coming through the window, it was beautiful. She looked over and saw Sherlock's half of the cama was empty. She put on her dressing vestido and went downstairs.
'Sherlock?' No one answered, he must be out. She picked her bag up off the mesa, tabela and checked her phone, there was a text from him.
Sorry i'm not there, Gregson needed a hand with a case. Make it up to you tonight. amor you.
She smiled then went into the cozinha to get some coffee. She went and sat down then she got a call from her mum.
'Hey mum....

“Stay,” he said.
That was the segundo time Joan Watson’s world had stopped in her whole life. She was about to leave Sherlock and mover on to another client, and she had been in that situation thousands of times- the fact of leave a client and then go to another was common for her, it was a routine. But for some strange reason, she couldn’t leave Sherlock so easily. She had become a way attached to him, they were friends? Joan wondered, but then she remembered that “Sherlock Holmes doesn’t have any friends.” She couldn’t help herself and imagined how a dia without Sherlock could...

It's been a few months since Sherlock was in hospital and Joan is now six months pregnant with their baby.Sherlock has been sleeping in Irene's old room as he and Joan aren't together.

He woke up, still missing the warmth Joan's body lying seguinte to his own. He got up from his cama and sat for a moment, only three mais months till their son would arrive. He couldn't wait to meet him. He went upstairs and found Joan in the kitchen. She looked so beautiful to him, always did.
'Morning.'
'Morning, There chá in the pot if you want some.'
'Thanks.' He got a cup from the cupboard and sat down seguinte to her....

After dinner, Sherlock disappeared upstairs. Joan was helping Irene with the dishes.
'That's was beautiful.'
'Thank you, i learnt it back in London.'
'What's it like? London?,'
'Like here but...British.' Joan giggled.
'So not much difference?.'
'Except the views, I amor the scenery here.'
'It's gorgeous, isn't it?.'
'So..When's the big day?.'
'We haven't decide yet.'
'You nervous?.'
'A little but that's to be expected. I'm just hoping the baby doesn't come on the day.'
'That would be interesting.' They both started to laugh when Sherlock came back downstairs.
'Hey, where'd you get to?'
'I went up and ran...

Sherlock went upstairs to get changed. He had to do something about Irene. Joan came out of the bathroom when he had just finished dressing.
'Where you off too?.'
'Gregson phoned. He needs me at the station.' He kissed her forehead. 'I won't be long.'
'Take a key with you, i'm booking the scan so i don't know how long i'll be.'
'Alright, i'll see you later. amor you.'
'Love you too.'
He decided to walk to the station, he needed to clear is mind. He had to decide if he was going to tell Joan what happened or not, he didn't want to hurt her again. He promised her father that he wouldn't. As he walked...

'Sherlock...' The man grabbed her por her hair to shut her up.
'Don't you touch her.' The man turned to face him.
'Or what?. How are you gonna stop me? I'm the one with the gun.' He pointed it at Joan's head. 'One wrong move.'
'You won't use it, on her anyway.'
'How do you know?.'
'The way your holding it. I noticed over the years that when criminals hold guns, they hold it a certain way when they really mean their going to fogo it. The way your holding says you have no intention of killing her.' The man looked at Joan then threw her to the floor. 'Now, why did you take her?.'
'It was the only way...

When they arrived at the police station Detective sino was waiting for them
'Captain, we have her in interview room 2 but she's refusing to speak to anyone.'
'That's why i brought him.' Sherlock made his way to the room. He went in and sat down in the chair opposite her.
'I never thought i'd see you in here Irene, you hardly ever get caught.' She quickly glanced at him then looked back down at the table. 'And your not one for kidnapping either. Where is she?.' She said nothing. 'Irene i know you were there, i could smell your perfume on Joan's pillows. The pergunta is why were you there?.' She...

Sherlock got woke in the middle of the night por the guards switching on the lights, He had just nodded off.
'Holmes.' He looked round and saw Gregson standing at the bars.
'Captain, what...'
'No time, you need to come with us.' He opened the cell. Sherlock could tell he was panicking.
'What's wrong?.'
'Somethings happened, we need you.'
Sherlock knew when he withheld information it was personal to someone.
'Captain, just tell me.'
'Joan's gone.'

Sherlock sat in the back of the car and looked down at his ring, Gregson manage to pursued the guard to let him have it back. He kept twirling it round his...