They both sat in Gregson's office as they questioned Oscar about the drug dealer, they hadn't said a word to each other since leaving the brownstone. Sherlock could tell when she was annoyed with him, he had seen that look many times. He moved closer to her and buried his face in her hair.
'Joan, please, talk to me.' He kissed her shoulder. 'I'm sorry.'
'I know you are, but you've been keeping mais secrets from me first it was Irene, then your brother now this. How many mais can i expect?'
'You sure about that.' He placed his forehead on her shoulder, not wanting to look in...