Sherlock&Joan

They both sat in Gregson's office as they questioned Oscar about the drug dealer, they hadn't 発言しました 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 あなた are, but you've been keeping もっと見る secrets from me first it was Irene, then your brother now this. How many もっと見る can i expect?'
'No more.'
'You sure about that.' He placed his forehead on her shoulder, not wanting to look in...

Sherlock saw at least 3 different exits from where he stood but all were to far to hatch an escape attempt that wouldn't involve a casuality. He knew what is was like to be shot but didn't want to experience it again. He checked his watch it was ten to eight, he needed to send a signal to Gregson but how? He looked round him for something that could help, he noticed a button the right hand side of the ウォール which could be the buildings old whistle to alert the men work was finished. But getting to it would prove to be a challenge.

'Which one of あなた is lying?'
'Micheal we've been doing buisness...

Irene got off the plane and hailed the first taxi she could. She sat in the back シート, 座席 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 ベッド 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 ベッド 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 あなた was it?' She began to tickle him. 'Was it you?' He began to giggled....