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 home to them, he missed waking up to them every morning. As they pulled up outside, Joan was standing on the doorstep with Joseph.
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.'
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 wall which could be the buildings old whistle to alert the men work was finished. But getting to it would prove to be a challenge.
[i]Sherlock woke early, knowing the day that lay ahead for him. He had been under cover for almost a month and hadn't touched a ounce of drugs, for that he could be proud of himself but not for leading Olivia on. After today he knew he would have to explain so many things, Joan, Joseph, his carrer but all he wants his for her and her brother to get the help they need. He got a text from Gregson:
The raid will happen at 8, be ready.
He was but nervous at the same time. If even one thing went wrong, chances were he wouldn't get out alive. All he wanted was to see his wife...
Joan sat in the police station, anxiously waiting for Gregson to appear. She hadn't heard from Sherlock in days, she just wanted to know he was ok. She heard Gregson's voice.
'Joan? What are you doing here? Where's the wee man?'
'He's with my mom, i was wondering you had a moment?'
He invited her into his office.
'Take a seat.'
She sat down.
'I was wondering if you heard from Sherlock?'
'I have, why?'
'Cause he hasn't phoned me in a few days, did he sound ok?'
[i]A couple of hours had past since Olivia left to meet Micheal, Sherlock lay on his mattress thinking about how to help her and Oscar. He could over them a way out but the question is would they take it? He knows Oscar is too dependant on drugs and rehab would be a waste of time but Olivia could convince him otherwise. He was stuck. He needed Joan. He took out the picture of Joesph and looked at his little boy remembering the day he was born, remembering the day his new life started and how he brought all his family back together. He placed the picture under his pillow and went downstairs, he...
[i]A couple of day have past and several busts have been attempted but none have been successful. Michael manged to escape every time. Sherlock was struggling to keep up his facade and with Michael growing suspicious he was keeping a closer eye on his workers. Oscar was always there to back him up but he if knew about Sherlock and his sister, he would drop him in it.
Sherlock lay there on his mattress, trying to deduce another strategy of how to apprehend Micheal. He knew his habits and every single one of his drop spots but not how he managed to escape every time even when...
Sherlock woke the next morning, Olivia was lying asleep beside him. He got up and went downstairs, no sign of Oscar or Micheal. He took out his phone and dialed Joan's number.
'Morning Watson.' He heard Joesph in the background. 'He's up early.'
Why do you think i'm up?'
'I miss you.'
'I miss you too.'
He took a deep breathe.
'I have to tell you something.'
He looked out the kitchen to make sure Olivia wasn't up.
The next morning, Sherlock woke early in order to meet Gregson and report to him.
'Morning, how you feeling?'
'Not too bad, slept pretty well.'
Gregson took out a notepad.
'What you got?'
'The dealer is called Micheal, don't have a visual yet he's suppose to be returning from Long Island tonight depending how his 'meeting' goes. How's Watson?'
'She's fine, told me to give you this.'
He handed him a picture of Joseph.
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 Bell 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.'
2 years ago i started a simple fanfiction on this site which has now spand across three different story lines, i just wanted to say thank you to all those who read my writing and for all your support xx
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