A few weeks had pasted and no one had heard from Sherlock. Joan spent most of her time at the police station, trying to help in anyway she possibly could. Gregson came back after searching for three hours.
'Any luck?.' He shook his head.
'We tried everywhere, we even back tracked to places we've already search. There's so sign of him.' Joan rubbed her eyes. 'You need to go home.'
'No, i'm fine.'
'It wasn't a suggestion. Go home and get some sleep, if there's any news i'll call you.' Joan sighed.
'Alright.' She gathered up her stuff and headed home. She stopped at the flat along the way to check if he was there. But he wasn't there, he never was. He wouldn't risk it.
When she returned home, her mum was sitting in the living room.
'Hey mum.'
'Where did you get to last night?.'
'People normally say 'HI' back.' She took off her coat. 'I went out.'
'Where?.'
'Just out.' She went into the kitchen but her mum was very persistent.
'You were at the station again weren't you?.'
'Maybe.'
'Joan, this isn't healthy. You need to rest and i bet you've not even eaten these past few days.'
'I have more important things to do then eat and sleep.' She tried to leave but her mother blocked the doorway. 'Mum.'
'You need to give this up now Joan.'
'I can't.'
'Why not?.'
'I need to find him. I need to know that he's ok and that he's not lying dead somewhere.' Her mum sighed and shook her head. 'What?.'
'I told you this job was no good, you should have gone back to being a surgeon.'
'Well i didn't. Sorry to be such a disappointment.' She pushed past her and went upstairs to her room. She hated her mother sometimes. She always knew the exact buttons to push. Joan sat on the bed with her head in her hands. Then a knock came from outside the window. She turned her head.
'Sherlock?.' She opened the window and he came in. 'Sherlock!.' She hugged him so tight, never wanting to let go. 'Where have you been?.'
'Here and there.' She started to cry. 'Why are you crying?.'
'I'm happy.' They stood there for what felt like forever.
'I'm so sorry. I never meant for you get involved. I never want to put you through this again.'
'Then next time, don't run away.' She pulled way gently. 'You look terrible.'
'You look shattered.' They both laughed.
'So why are you here?.
'I wanted to see you.'
'The police could have been outside.'
'I didn't care.' He placed his hand on her cheek. 'I've missed you so much.'
'Just not enough to call.'
'You had to spoil it didn't you?.' She laughed.
'Sorry. How long can you stay?.'
'About an hour.'
'Well why don't you go wash and i'll try and get my mother out the house.' She left the room and went downstairs.
'Mum?.' She went into the living room and found a note on the table.
Gone out to give you space to think about things.
She threw back on the table and went upstairs to her room. She went into her wardrobe and found the clothes she manged to take from the flat for him, just in case. She heard him finish and went back downstairs to give some privacy. After ten minuets he came downstairs.
'Where did you get the clothes from?.'
'Where do you think?.' She went into the kitchen.
'How did you get back into the flat?.'
'My keys. Has being on the streets this long made you lose some brain cells?.' She filled the kettle.
'No. I just mean what if the police were there?.'
'They stopped looking there a couple of weeks ago. They knew you wouldn't risk going back there.' She got mugs out of the cupboard.
'Then why did you?.' She placed the mugs down but kept her back to him.
'Because i wasn't about to give up. I never stopped looking for you.' He went over and wrapped his arms around her waist. She lent back into him. She turned her head so she could see him and he looked down at her. He smiled at her then slowly placed a tender kiss on her lips.
'I...' Before he could say anything the doorbell rang.
'I better get that.' She removed herself from his arms and went to the door, It was Gregson.
'Thomas, what are you doing here?.'
'Just making sure your ok.'
'I'm fine. I feel alot better.' Sherlock listened to the conversation, hoping she wouldn't invite Gregson in, He didn't want to get caught.
'Thanks for checking on me, I'll see you later.' She closed the door. 'He's gone.' Sherlock appeared in the doorway. 'What are we going to do?.'
'I don't know.'
'I think... you should hand yourself in.'
'What?.'
'It's the only way to end all this. If you keep running it'll only make things worse.'
'Then i'll go jail and never see you again.'
'I'll be able to visit.' Sherlock shook his head.
'I can't believe we're actually talking about this. Is that what you want, for me to go to prison?.'
'Of course not. How can you even think that?.' She went over and took his face in her hands. 'I don't want to lose you again.'
'So how can you ask me to hand myself in?.'
'I want whats best for you, If you disappear for another month the sentence you might get will probably be worse then it is now.' She placed her forehead against his. 'Please do this. For me.' He looked at her for a moment.
'For you.' He kissed her. 'I love you.'
'I love you too.' He took her phone out of her pocket and phoned Gregson.
'Joan, I...'
'Hello captain.'
'Holmes?.'
'I just wanted to let you know i'm going to hand myself in. I'm at Joans, i'll be awaiting your arrival.' He hung up.
After ten minuets, Gregson came and handcuffed Sherlock. Joan couldn't do anything but watch him get led away in a police car. He looked out the window and smiled at her, He was just glad he got to tell her how he felt.
'Any luck?.' He shook his head.
'We tried everywhere, we even back tracked to places we've already search. There's so sign of him.' Joan rubbed her eyes. 'You need to go home.'
'No, i'm fine.'
'It wasn't a suggestion. Go home and get some sleep, if there's any news i'll call you.' Joan sighed.
'Alright.' She gathered up her stuff and headed home. She stopped at the flat along the way to check if he was there. But he wasn't there, he never was. He wouldn't risk it.
When she returned home, her mum was sitting in the living room.
'Hey mum.'
'Where did you get to last night?.'
'People normally say 'HI' back.' She took off her coat. 'I went out.'
'Where?.'
'Just out.' She went into the kitchen but her mum was very persistent.
'You were at the station again weren't you?.'
'Maybe.'
'Joan, this isn't healthy. You need to rest and i bet you've not even eaten these past few days.'
'I have more important things to do then eat and sleep.' She tried to leave but her mother blocked the doorway. 'Mum.'
'You need to give this up now Joan.'
'I can't.'
'Why not?.'
'I need to find him. I need to know that he's ok and that he's not lying dead somewhere.' Her mum sighed and shook her head. 'What?.'
'I told you this job was no good, you should have gone back to being a surgeon.'
'Well i didn't. Sorry to be such a disappointment.' She pushed past her and went upstairs to her room. She hated her mother sometimes. She always knew the exact buttons to push. Joan sat on the bed with her head in her hands. Then a knock came from outside the window. She turned her head.
'Sherlock?.' She opened the window and he came in. 'Sherlock!.' She hugged him so tight, never wanting to let go. 'Where have you been?.'
'Here and there.' She started to cry. 'Why are you crying?.'
'I'm happy.' They stood there for what felt like forever.
'I'm so sorry. I never meant for you get involved. I never want to put you through this again.'
'Then next time, don't run away.' She pulled way gently. 'You look terrible.'
'You look shattered.' They both laughed.
'So why are you here?.
'I wanted to see you.'
'The police could have been outside.'
'I didn't care.' He placed his hand on her cheek. 'I've missed you so much.'
'Just not enough to call.'
'You had to spoil it didn't you?.' She laughed.
'Sorry. How long can you stay?.'
'About an hour.'
'Well why don't you go wash and i'll try and get my mother out the house.' She left the room and went downstairs.
'Mum?.' She went into the living room and found a note on the table.
Gone out to give you space to think about things.
She threw back on the table and went upstairs to her room. She went into her wardrobe and found the clothes she manged to take from the flat for him, just in case. She heard him finish and went back downstairs to give some privacy. After ten minuets he came downstairs.
'Where did you get the clothes from?.'
'Where do you think?.' She went into the kitchen.
'How did you get back into the flat?.'
'My keys. Has being on the streets this long made you lose some brain cells?.' She filled the kettle.
'No. I just mean what if the police were there?.'
'They stopped looking there a couple of weeks ago. They knew you wouldn't risk going back there.' She got mugs out of the cupboard.
'Then why did you?.' She placed the mugs down but kept her back to him.
'Because i wasn't about to give up. I never stopped looking for you.' He went over and wrapped his arms around her waist. She lent back into him. She turned her head so she could see him and he looked down at her. He smiled at her then slowly placed a tender kiss on her lips.
'I...' Before he could say anything the doorbell rang.
'I better get that.' She removed herself from his arms and went to the door, It was Gregson.
'Thomas, what are you doing here?.'
'Just making sure your ok.'
'I'm fine. I feel alot better.' Sherlock listened to the conversation, hoping she wouldn't invite Gregson in, He didn't want to get caught.
'Thanks for checking on me, I'll see you later.' She closed the door. 'He's gone.' Sherlock appeared in the doorway. 'What are we going to do?.'
'I don't know.'
'I think... you should hand yourself in.'
'What?.'
'It's the only way to end all this. If you keep running it'll only make things worse.'
'Then i'll go jail and never see you again.'
'I'll be able to visit.' Sherlock shook his head.
'I can't believe we're actually talking about this. Is that what you want, for me to go to prison?.'
'Of course not. How can you even think that?.' She went over and took his face in her hands. 'I don't want to lose you again.'
'So how can you ask me to hand myself in?.'
'I want whats best for you, If you disappear for another month the sentence you might get will probably be worse then it is now.' She placed her forehead against his. 'Please do this. For me.' He looked at her for a moment.
'For you.' He kissed her. 'I love you.'
'I love you too.' He took her phone out of her pocket and phoned Gregson.
'Joan, I...'
'Hello captain.'
'Holmes?.'
'I just wanted to let you know i'm going to hand myself in. I'm at Joans, i'll be awaiting your arrival.' He hung up.
After ten minuets, Gregson came and handcuffed Sherlock. Joan couldn't do anything but watch him get led away in a police car. He looked out the window and smiled at her, He was just glad he got to tell her how he felt.
