Sherlock & Joan {Elementary Pilot}

Irene was the first to wake, She wandered round the house so she knew every inch of it. She went out the back to get some air, she needed to clear her head. She took a few deep breathes thinking about Moriarty's plan, She felt sick. She went back in and found Joan in the kitchen.
'Morning. i'm making tea, you want some?.'
'No i'm fine thanks.' She sat down at the table.
'You don't look so good, you feeling alright?.'
'Stomach bug, nothing to worry about.' Joan sat opposite her. 'I was a little sick last night but i'm fine.'
'You sure?.' Irene nodded. 'Ok, you want some water?.'
'Yes please.' Joan...

Sherlock got up early the next morning. He looked over at Joan and smiled. He loved her so much. He leaned over and kissed her lightly so he wouldn't wake her. He got dressed then made his way downstairs, he grabbed his phone of the table and phoned Gregson.
'Holmes.'
'Captain, if Joan phones you and asks i was with you all this morning.'
'Ok, why?'
'I'll explain later.' He hung up his phone and made his way out the door.
He had been looking round the store for thirty minuets when he found exactly the right ring. It was a silver diamond with two blue sapphires either side of it. The woman asked...

'Gregson!.' He came back in. 'You have to get back there somethings just happened to him.'
'What happened?.'
'I don't know, we're talking and all I heard was a gunshot.' She looked at Gregson who was looking at the floor like he was ashamed. 'You knew?.' He said nothing. 'You knew.'
'I'm...'
'Don't. Don't even say your sorry, you hypothetically pulled the trigger.'
'How is this my fault?.'
'You could have phoned your men from the hospital phone and told them to go in there.'
'There wouldn't have been a different outcome,By the time they got in there he would have pulled the trigger anyway.' Joan shook...

'So Moriarty, 'M' wouldn't happen to be short for that?.'
'Ding Ding, Winner!.'
'I thought i would never find you. I spent ages scrolling through case file after case file but nothing. Not even a whisper and now, there you stand. Tell me something, why kill so many people?.'
'Haven't you ever done something just because you could?.' Sherlock became tense. 'But of course you have, you were Irene's drug addict boyfriend.'
'I wasn't that addicted when i was with her, it was only after you made her fake her death.'
'Well she wouldn't play fair.'
'What do you mean?.'
'Did she tell why she faked her death?.'...

The search came up with nothing. They manged to wipe the place clean of any evidence. Gregson gave Sherlock a lift back to brownstone, he didn't say a word the whole ride there.
'Thank you captain.' He got out of the car.
'No problem. You know where i am...'
'If i need anything.' He opened the door and went inside. He hung up his coat and went into the living room, 'Joan' was sitting on the couch. 'How are you still here?.'
'It's your subconscious.' He went and sat next to her. 'What's wrong?.'
'Irene gave us a dead end. We're still no closer to finding you.' She placed a hand on his thigh.
'It'll...

For the past two days, Sherlock didn't sleep. He was so focused on finding her that sleep wasn't an option anymore. He placed all the evidence on the wall above the fireplace and tried to piece them all together but he couldn't find any link. Who ever this is, they're very good, They had him stumped. He sat down on the couch with his head in his hands and sighed. After a moment he looked back up and saw 'Joan' standing in the corner.
'I know i'm not asleep or on drugs so how can you be here?.'
'Because you haven't slept in two days, you need to rest and you better not be on drugs.' She went over...

Sherlock didn't get much sleep, he kept going over different scenarios in his head. What if he chose to stay here in New York with Joan?. He knew he would have a happy life with her. But what if he went back to London with Irene?. Would it be the same as before or would it be different?. He knew he couldn't have both. He had three days left to decide. He was about to go downstairs when he passed Joans room, He opened the door and looked inside. He missed having her around. He sighed and headed downstairs. His phone went off, It was Gregson.
'Captain.'
'Holmes, i'm giving you heads up. The police...

A couple of days later. Sherlock was about to go to bed when his phone went off. It was a text from Irene asking to see him one last time before she left. Joan was out seeing her family (She hasn't told them about her and Sherlock yet). He put on his jacket and scarf and left to meet her. He found her sitting in on a park bench.
'Didn't think you would show up.' Sherlock sat down next to her.
'What do you want?.'
'I told you. I wanted to see you before i left.'
'If you wanted to see me you would have come to my flat but no you chose to meet here. There's something else.' She took out her phone...

'Aren't you going to invite me in?.' Sherlock just stared at her in shock. 'I didn't expect you to be so speechless. Glad to see i still have that effect on you.'
'How can you be here?.'
'Not important. Now...'
'Tell me!.'
'How about we take this inside?.' Sherlock moved aside so Irene could come in. He followed her into the front room. 'Nice place. Don't know how you can afford it with your little habit.'
'How do you know about that?.' She turned round at him and smiled.
'I've kept tabs on you.'
'Then you'll know I've given it up.' Irene moved closer to him.
'Did you miss me?.'
'I've moved on.'
'Not...