'What are you doing here?'
'Can't a guy drop por and say hello?'
Sherlock stepped outside, shutting the door behind him.
'When the guy happens to be a current drug addict, no he can't.'
'You're one to talk.'
'I've been clean for almost 3 years.'
'Well congrats to you(!)' Oscar looked up at the brownstone. 'Nice place, daddy buy it for you?'
'He did.'
'You on your own?' Sherlock held up his left hand. 'Your married?'
'Almost two years.'
'Does she know about your past? Irene? The drugs?'
'She knows it all. Now, what do you want?'
'I was hoping for a fix.'
'Not likely, now if you excuse me.' Sherlock went...

Sherlock and Joan have been in a relationship for about a mês and things seem to be going great so far...

Joan woke up and went downstairs, still in her nightwear, to find the cozinha was still a mess from last night.

'Sherlock!.'
She heard him tumble out of bed. He came downstairs to the kitchen.
'Didn't i ask you to clean this up last night?.'
'I was going to clean it up this morning when you were still in cama so it would be a nice surprise. I didn't anticipate you being up this early.' He gave her his cachorro, filhote de cachorro dog eyes.
'No, don't do that.'
'Do what?.' He moved closer and wrapped his arms around...

Sherlock sat in the back of the police car as they escorted him back to the brownstone, back to his family. He couldn't believe he was finally going início to them, he missed waking up to them every morning. As they pulled up outside, Joan was standing on the doorstep with Joseph.

'Hey.'
'Hey.'
Sherlock ran up the steps and hugged them both. Joseph held out his arms to him.
'Hey Joseph.' He spun him round and Joseph began to giggle. Sherlock kissed him on the cheek. 'I missed you so much.'
He looked back to Joan.
'But i think i miss you most of all.' He leaned in and kissed her. The kiss only last...

They left Gregson's office holding each others hand and found Oscar sitting in the corridor.
'Holmes, what's going on I've been here for almost two hours.'
'They haven't told you?'
'Told me what?'
Gregson and sino appeared from round the corner.
'Sherlock, can we have a word with you and Oscar for a moment?'
Sherlock gave Joan a kiss on the cheek and followed them into one of the interview rooms.
'Now, Oscar we have decided not to charge you but only if you help us catch your dealer.'
'What? I've already told you i'm not telling you anything, if he finds out it was me i'm dead. You've seen the others.'...

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.'
She sighed.
'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?'
'No more.'
'You sure about that.' He placed his forehead on her shoulder, not wanting to look in...

It had been almost an hora since Sherlock went down to the basement. Joan had began to pace in front of the door wondering who could be down there, she knew it wasn't Irene as she was in prison. She stopped pacing to open the door, she heard Sherlock's voice but didn't recognize the other one. She crept quietly down further reaching the door at the bottom, she carefully opened the door and peered through the small gap.

'So let me get this right, you want me to help you get rid of a drug tubarão you owe a bunch of money too?'
'Exactly.'
'Sherlock scoffed.
'You've got to be kidding.'
'Come on Holmes,...