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,...

Set a couple of years after Mycroft's funeral.
Sherlock and Joan have been married for almost two years and Joesph has just turned two.

Joan woke from her sleep upon hearing the noise downstairs, she got out of the cama and went down the stairs to living room only to see that Sherlock and Joesph had been playing one of their many games and have knocked over almost everything in the living room.

'Sherlock!'
He looked at Joan and grabbed Joesph to stop him running around,
'What is going on? I thought you said you'd be at the station this morning?'
'I was, I managed to solve the case in under half an...

Irene got off the plane and hailed the first taxi she could. She sat in the back assento and thought about her plan...and this time...Sherlock would not longer be an exception.

Sherlock woke to the sound of Joseph crying, he crept out of cama and went into his room.
'Hey...' He picked him up. 'What is it?' He took Joseph back into to see Joan, he layed him down on the cama in between them. Joseph raised his hand and almost smacked Joan in the face. Sherlock couldn't help but laugh.
'Hey!.' She looked down and saw Joseph. 'Oh...It was you was it?' She began to tickle him. 'Was it you?' He began to giggled....

Sherlock woke early and just stared at his brother. They were going início today and he couldn't be happier. He would see his son soon but most importantly he would see Joan. He missed her so much. Mycroft rolled over and opened his eyes.
'Morning.'
'Morning.' Mycroft sat up. 'What time is it?'
'Eight o'clock. You can go back...'
'No i'm fine. What time's our flight?'
'About two o'clock. We have a few hours left.'
'Well..Better start packing.' Mycroft got out the cama and picked up his bag. 'Are you sure you want me to stay with you?'
'I'm sure.' They smiled at each other. Sherlock followed his brother...

Sherlock took James back to Mycroft's flat to chuveiro and change. Once he was in the kitchen, Sherlock pulled Mycroft aside.
'Moriarty is in London.'
'How do you know?'
'James roubou two grand from him. That's why you haven't heard from him, he's been in hiding.'
'Have you called Scotland yard?'
'Not yet, If Moriarty knows we're on to him..He'll vanish. We'll have to bide our time with this one.'
'Alright, James can stay in the other guest room for now. You should probably call Joan.'
'No.'
'No? She has a right to know brother.'
'She doesn't need any mais stress, it's not good for her or the baby.'
'But...

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....

'What?'
'The only way you can save Sherlock is to give up your baby.'
'That's..That's sick.'
'You said you would do anything to save him. His life is in your hands.' She hanged up the phone. Joan couldn't believe what she heard, Give up her baby? Irene knew that was the one thing she could never do. She thought about Sherlock lying there, waiting for her to save him. She dialed Gregson's number.
'Miss Watson. How's Sherlock doing?'
'I don't know, Irene's with him.'
'What's she doing there? Where are you?'
'I'm at home, Sherlock wanted me to check out a theory. He thought Irene tried to kill him. He...

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...

Sherlock sat waiting in the interview room, he always knew he would be behind the escrivaninha, mesa as a criminal at some point. After a minuet, sino came in.
'Detective.'
'Mr Holmes.' He sat down. 'It's been awhile.'
'Almost a month, i believe.' sino put the case file on the desk.
'Shall we?.' He opened it and spread the contense across the desk. 'Feel free to look.' Holmes lent progressivo, para a frente in his seat. 'Now care to explain your relationship with Miss Adler?.'
'There is no relationship.'
'Really? then how come we found this picture of you?.' He pushed it towards Sherlock.
'That was from a few years ago.'
'But you...

Joan sat in the interview waiting for Gregson and sino to show up. She couldn't help but wonder where Sherlock could have gone. He didn't have anyone left to help him. He was alone. The door opened and Gregson came in.
'How could you let this happen? I thought Sherlock was your... i don't know friend?.'
'It wasn't my decision.'
'Your the captain. Everything that happens gets run por you first.'
'And is then reported to the chief of police, who makes the final call.'
'Why didn't you tell him that Sherlock wouldn't do such a thing?.' Gregson said nothing. 'He doesn't know about Sherlock does he?.'
'No...

Sherlock sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for his phone to ring. He should have just told her what was going on then none of this would be happening. His phone rang. It was Joan
'Hey.'
'Hey. I'm at my parents apartment.'
'When did they buy an apartment?.'
'A couple of years ago. They rent it when they don't use it for visits.' They stayed silent for a moment.
'Do they know why your there?.'
'I don't know what to say. I can't tell them the truth because we never told them that we were together and they would have all these questions...'
'I understand. Just..tell them what you have to. I wish this...

Joan woke early. She rolled over and looked at Sherlock. He was still asleep. She placed a gentle kiss on his cheek. so she wouldn't wake him, and went downstairs. She found her bag and pulled out the envelopes. She didn't know what to do about them. They were addressed to Sherlock so what would Gregson being doing with them? She was torn. She wanted to know what was in them but then that would be betraying Sherlock's trust.
'Joan!?
She heard him.
'I'm down here!.' She shoved the envelopes back in her bag. After a moment, Sherlock came downstairs
'Your up early.'
'I couldn't sleep.' She went into...

Sherlock woke to find that Joan wasn't seguinte to him. He got up and went her room, He found her lying in her bed. He crawled in seguinte to her and just started at her. He couldn't help but think about what it would do to her if she found out what he did. He leaned in and kissed her forehead gently. Joan stirred then woke to find him smiling at her.
'Hey.'
'Hey. I didn't hear you come in last night.'
'I did get in till 11. My parents can talk.' She sat up and rubbed her eyes. 'And i was thinking...'
'What?.'
'How about we tell them about us together?.' Sherlock thought for a moment then nodded.
'We could.'...

When he got home, Joan was just out of the shower.
'Hey, where did you get off too?.'
'The police station. we've been broken into.'
'Did they take anything?.' Sherlock shook his head. 'Then why would they bother?.'
'Probably some kid, who was dared but wimped out at the last second. Anyway you need to get dressed, they'll be here in five minutes.'
'OK.' She went into her room. The doorbell rang.
'That'll be them.' Sherlock went downstairs and opened the door. 'Captain Gregson. Detective Bell.' He motioned for them to come in.
'Where do you want us to search?.'
'Just the kitchen.'
'But how do you know...'...