The seguinte morning, Joan woke up and turned to look at Sherlock. He was so cute when he was asleep. He seem mais at peace with himself.
'Watson, you know it's rude to stare.' She giggled as he turned over so he was on topo, início of her.
'So it's OK when you do it?.'
'When have i?.'
'Yesterday.' They both laughed. 'I need a shower.' Sherlock pinned her down. 'Sherlock.' He gave her a quick kiss then roll off to let her up. He watched her walk into the bathroom then went downstairs. He went into the cozinha and found an envelope with his name on it. He checked the back door and found it was open. It wasn't...

Sherlock woke early and went into Joseph's room. He stood over his cot and watched him sleep. He took one of his hands in his, he was so small. He looked out the window at New York, thinking about the trail ahead of him. He thought he'd be around to see him grow up, it looks far less likely now. He didn't hear Joan come in.
'Hey, it's early.'
'I couldn't sleep.' Joan looked down at Joseph. 'Been thinking about things.'
'Sherlock, you have nothing to worry about. They jury will see though her lies.'
'We hope.' Sherlock picked him up. 'I'd hate to leave you two.'
'You won't.' Sherlock smiled at her...

The dia of the trial arrived. Sherlock finished dressing and went downstairs. He was nervous, mainly for Joan. He found her in the living room with Joseph.
'Hey.'
'Hey, you ok?'
'A little nervous.' He sat down seguinte to her. 'You?'
'Not too bad, just don't want to face her attorney.'
'I know, but we've done nothing wrong. We have nothing to fear.' He took Joseph's hand. 'Uncle Mycroft's looking after you today, go easy on him.'
Joan giggled as Mycroft came out from the kitchen.
'I'm sure uncle Mycroft can look after him for one afternoon.' Joan handed Joseph to him. 'We'll be just fine, won't we?' Joan...