Joan sat in the interview waiting for Gregson and Bell to show up. She couldn't help but wonder where Sherlock could have gone. He didn't have anyone left to help him. He was alone. The door opened and Gregson came in.
'How could you let this happen? I thought Sherlock was your... i don't know friend?.'
'It wasn't my decision.'
'Your the captain. Everything that happens gets run by you first.'
'And is then reported to the chief of police, who makes the final call.'
'Why didn't you tell him that Sherlock wouldn't do such a thing?.' Gregson said nothing. 'He doesn't know about Sherlock does he?.'
'No exactly. He knows we consult with an unknown source.'
'Why unknown? Because of his drug problems?.'
'If he found out that this guy use to be a junkie he would go ballistic then we'd all get fired.'
'Well right now that's fine by me.' Gregson sighed and shook his head.
'I didn't know this would happen. You have to believe me on that.'
'Why?.' He lent over the desk and whispered.
'Because i'm the one who informed him when the decision was made so he could get out of the flat before we arrived.' Gregson lent back into his chair. 'You believe me now?.' She nodded, she was to shocked to speak. 'Look. i'm sorry all this has happened, but...'
'You have to do your job.' He nodded. 'I understand but i can't tell you anything. I don't even know where he is.'
Sherlock woke in an alleyway. He felt a bit lightheaded but that was probably from the dehydration .He managed to get to his feet and leaned against the wall. He was so tried. He couldn't go back to his flat. the police would be there, and he couldn't go in anywhere without people recognizing him, the police put out an appeal on the tv. Now he knew what a criminal felt like, but he felt like a rat in a maze, there's a way out he just can't find it. He picked up his stuff and made is way out of the alleyway, covering his face with his scarf. As he walked he started to think about Joan. She didn't deserve this, he should have treated her better. He looked at the ring on his hand and sighed, wondering if she would ever forgive him.
Joan had been in the police station for almost two hours. She was waiting for Gregson's decision about what they would do with her. After a minute, he came in followed by Detective Bell, who sat opposite her.
'Miss Watson, the New York police have decided to pardon you if you work with us to find Holmes.'
'No.'
'Miss Watson...'
'I know, if i don't do this then you'll arrest me for preventing the course of justice. The answer is still no.'
'This man is a criminal.'
'This man? Sherlock is not a criminal, he's done nothing wrong.'
'Then why is he running from us? and anyway, we've already searched his flat and there is evidence that links him to Irene Adler.' Joan looked at him confused.
'What evidence?.'
'We're not at liberty to say.'
'Because i'm now a "Criminal"?.'
'No, but a jury might see you as one.'
'That's enough Detective. I'd like to speak to Miss Watson in private.' Bell got up and left. 'Don't worry, this will not go to trail.'
'He seems so sure it will.'
'It won't but the only way we can stop this is if we find Holmes.'
'I told you i don't know where he is.'
'Then help us to find him, for your own piece of mind at-least.' She shook her head.
'I can't. He'll never forgive me if i do.'
'Trust me, he will.'
'How do you know?.'
'Because he still cares about you. He never wanted you to get hurt.' She thought about it for a minuet.
'Where do we start?.'
After ten minuets, they decided that Joan would phone Sherlock even if he didn't pick up they would be able to get a slight trace.
'You ready?.' Joan started to breathe heavily. 'You don't have to if you don't feel comfortable.'
She dialed his number.
Sherlock took his phone out of his pocket. He told Joan he couldn't answer his phone. He realized right there and then what she was doing. He declined it then decided to call Gregson
'Hello.'
'Gregson don't say anything, just listen. I need you to get Joan out of this. She doesn't need to get involved.' Gregson went into his office.
'She's already involved. Bell thinks she helped you escape and he is determined for this to go to trial.'
'Your the captain, you out rank him. You need to remind him of that and you and i both know this case isn't strong enough to go to court.'
'Until we searched your flat.'
'So?.'
'We have evidence which says you are or were in a relationship with Irene and a plane ticket ready to depart to London in two days. It's not looking good Holmes.'
'Do me a favor. Put Watson on.' Gregson set his phone down the desk and ask Joan to come into his office.
'Phone call for you.' He left to give her some privacy. She picked the phone up.
'Hello?.'
'Joan.'
'Sherlock? oh my god! Are you ok?.'
'Yeah i'm fine. Listen, Gregson told me all the facts and... it's not looking good.'
'I know. I'm sorry for trying to phone you.'
'It's alright. I'll have to dump it after this so i won't be in contact for a while. I just wanted you to know that everything will be alright and i'll see you later.'
'Where will you go?.'
'I'll find somewhere. I have to go.'
'Don't.'
'Bye Joan.' He hung up. He was gone.
'How could you let this happen? I thought Sherlock was your... i don't know friend?.'
'It wasn't my decision.'
'Your the captain. Everything that happens gets run by you first.'
'And is then reported to the chief of police, who makes the final call.'
'Why didn't you tell him that Sherlock wouldn't do such a thing?.' Gregson said nothing. 'He doesn't know about Sherlock does he?.'
'No exactly. He knows we consult with an unknown source.'
'Why unknown? Because of his drug problems?.'
'If he found out that this guy use to be a junkie he would go ballistic then we'd all get fired.'
'Well right now that's fine by me.' Gregson sighed and shook his head.
'I didn't know this would happen. You have to believe me on that.'
'Why?.' He lent over the desk and whispered.
'Because i'm the one who informed him when the decision was made so he could get out of the flat before we arrived.' Gregson lent back into his chair. 'You believe me now?.' She nodded, she was to shocked to speak. 'Look. i'm sorry all this has happened, but...'
'You have to do your job.' He nodded. 'I understand but i can't tell you anything. I don't even know where he is.'
Sherlock woke in an alleyway. He felt a bit lightheaded but that was probably from the dehydration .He managed to get to his feet and leaned against the wall. He was so tried. He couldn't go back to his flat. the police would be there, and he couldn't go in anywhere without people recognizing him, the police put out an appeal on the tv. Now he knew what a criminal felt like, but he felt like a rat in a maze, there's a way out he just can't find it. He picked up his stuff and made is way out of the alleyway, covering his face with his scarf. As he walked he started to think about Joan. She didn't deserve this, he should have treated her better. He looked at the ring on his hand and sighed, wondering if she would ever forgive him.
Joan had been in the police station for almost two hours. She was waiting for Gregson's decision about what they would do with her. After a minute, he came in followed by Detective Bell, who sat opposite her.
'Miss Watson, the New York police have decided to pardon you if you work with us to find Holmes.'
'No.'
'Miss Watson...'
'I know, if i don't do this then you'll arrest me for preventing the course of justice. The answer is still no.'
'This man is a criminal.'
'This man? Sherlock is not a criminal, he's done nothing wrong.'
'Then why is he running from us? and anyway, we've already searched his flat and there is evidence that links him to Irene Adler.' Joan looked at him confused.
'What evidence?.'
'We're not at liberty to say.'
'Because i'm now a "Criminal"?.'
'No, but a jury might see you as one.'
'That's enough Detective. I'd like to speak to Miss Watson in private.' Bell got up and left. 'Don't worry, this will not go to trail.'
'He seems so sure it will.'
'It won't but the only way we can stop this is if we find Holmes.'
'I told you i don't know where he is.'
'Then help us to find him, for your own piece of mind at-least.' She shook her head.
'I can't. He'll never forgive me if i do.'
'Trust me, he will.'
'How do you know?.'
'Because he still cares about you. He never wanted you to get hurt.' She thought about it for a minuet.
'Where do we start?.'
After ten minuets, they decided that Joan would phone Sherlock even if he didn't pick up they would be able to get a slight trace.
'You ready?.' Joan started to breathe heavily. 'You don't have to if you don't feel comfortable.'
She dialed his number.
Sherlock took his phone out of his pocket. He told Joan he couldn't answer his phone. He realized right there and then what she was doing. He declined it then decided to call Gregson
'Hello.'
'Gregson don't say anything, just listen. I need you to get Joan out of this. She doesn't need to get involved.' Gregson went into his office.
'She's already involved. Bell thinks she helped you escape and he is determined for this to go to trial.'
'Your the captain, you out rank him. You need to remind him of that and you and i both know this case isn't strong enough to go to court.'
'Until we searched your flat.'
'So?.'
'We have evidence which says you are or were in a relationship with Irene and a plane ticket ready to depart to London in two days. It's not looking good Holmes.'
'Do me a favor. Put Watson on.' Gregson set his phone down the desk and ask Joan to come into his office.
'Phone call for you.' He left to give her some privacy. She picked the phone up.
'Hello?.'
'Joan.'
'Sherlock? oh my god! Are you ok?.'
'Yeah i'm fine. Listen, Gregson told me all the facts and... it's not looking good.'
'I know. I'm sorry for trying to phone you.'
'It's alright. I'll have to dump it after this so i won't be in contact for a while. I just wanted you to know that everything will be alright and i'll see you later.'
'Where will you go?.'
'I'll find somewhere. I have to go.'
'Don't.'
'Bye Joan.' He hung up. He was gone.
