Memories are funny things. They can come and go. Memories are like diaries. We store everything in there. Good ones and bad ones. But what happens when those memories are taken from us?

Joan was in the kitchen making some coffee to wake herself up. She didn't hear Sherlock sneaking up behind her. Sherlock wrapped his arms around her waist and held her close

"Good morning"
"Morning"
"Your up early"
"Yeah i couldn't really sleep"
"Everything okay?"
"Yeah must just be one of those nights"

Sherlock began to kiss the back of her neck and run his hand through her hair. She lent back into him and sighed with pleasure

"Sherlock?"
"uh huh?"
"We need to get dressed"
"That was so close to being the perfect sentence Watson"
"Gregson will be waiting for us"
"No he won't"
"I saw the text you received this morning. It said please come I've got something new for you to look at"
"I must say Watson your deduction skill's are getting better and better everyday"
"Well i have an excellent teacher"
"Really?"
"Yeah although he can be a pain in ass sometimes"
"Oh really?"

Sherlock began to tickle Watson. She kept screaming at him to stop it. But of coarse he wouldn't

"Say your sorry"
"No"
"Then continue to suffer"
"Sherlock stop it"

He turned her so she faced him. He then kissed her passionately and she responded with the same affection. She then pulled away gently

"We need to get dressed"
"Okay let's go"

After ten minutes Joan was still getting dressed and Sherlock was waiting in the kitchen for her

"How long does it take to get dressed?"
"Sorry but we girls have to look our best"
"You always do"
"Thank you. Let's go"

When they arrived at the police everyone was in a panic. There was a load of police officers running around like chickens with their heads cut off. Sherlock and Joan were looking for captain Gregson in amongst the chaos.

"Sherlock. Joan. Over here"
"Gregson what's going on?"
"Well we have had an anonymous tip off that a bomb is about to go off in the city and we have no idea where it is"
"Well it's a good thing you called me in then. So show me what you've got so far and Watson you can go home now"
"What?"
"Sorry was i not clear enough? Go home."
"Why?"

Sherlock pulled her aside to speak to her in private

"Go home"
"Why?"
"I just want to be safe that's all"
"Well you didn't have to tell me in that tone"
"Well i was trying act normal. We didn't want everyone here to know about until we were ready"
"I know. Sorry, i just don't want to leave you on your own"
"I'll be fine don't worry"

Sherlock looked around to make sure no one was watching as he gave her a quick kiss and then Joan turned around and left the police station still worried about Sherlock

"So let's get down to business shall we?"
"Where's Miss Watson?"
"She had to go something about a relative falling ill"
"Okay well if you'd like to follow me"

Joan got home and turned the key in the door, the next thing she knew..

"Captain!"
"What i'm kinda busy here"
"It's about the bomb"
"What about it?"
"I think it's better if i tell you in private"
"Look Bell what ever you have to say to me you can say in front of Holmes"
"It's been set off"
"Where? Where has it gone off?"
"Mr Holmes's residence"

Before Gregson could say anything Sherlock was out of the station and was running home. He couldn't help but think about Joan. if anything has happened to her he would never forgive himself. Why did he send her home? 'I want you to be safe' what was he thinking when he said that? When he got there all he could see was destruction. His home was completely destroyed. His case files were everywhere and burned. Joan was no where in site so he began to search and he wouldn't give up until he found her.