"I´m Gonna Miss This / Working with You."

Sherlock went upstairs to get changed. He had to do something about Irene. Joan came out of the bathroom when he had just finished dressing.
'Where you off too?.'
'Gregson phoned. He needs me at the station.' He kissed her forehead. 'I won't be long.'
'Take a key with you, i'm booking the scan so i don't know how long i'll be.'
'Alright, i'll see you later. Love you.'
'Love you too.'
He decided to walk to the station, he needed to clear is mind. He had to decide if he was going to tell Joan what happened or not, he didn't want to hurt her again. He promised her father that he wouldn't. As he walked...

'Sherlock...' The man grabbed her by her hair to shut her up.
'Don't you touch her.' The man turned to face him.
'Or what?. How are you gonna stop me? I'm the one with the gun.' He pointed it at Joan's head. 'One wrong move.'
'You won't use it, on her anyway.'
'How do you know?.'
'The way your holding it. I noticed over the years that when criminals hold guns, they hold it a certain way when they really mean their going to fire it. The way your holding says you have no intention of killing her.' The man looked at Joan then threw her to the floor. 'Now, why did you take her?.'
'It was the only way...

When they arrived at the police station Detective Bell was waiting for them
'Captain, we have her in interview room 2 but she's refusing to speak to anyone.'
'That's why i brought him.' Sherlock made his way to the room. He went in and sat down in the chair opposite her.
'I never thought i'd see you in here Irene, you hardly ever get caught.' She quickly glanced at him then looked back down at the table. 'And your not one for kidnapping either. Where is she?.' She said nothing. 'Irene i know you were there, i could smell your perfume on Joan's pillows. The question is why were you there?.' She...

Sherlock got woke in the middle of the night by the guards switching on the lights, He had just nodded off.
'Holmes.' He looked round and saw Gregson standing at the bars.
'Captain, what...'
'No time, you need to come with us.' He opened the cell. Sherlock could tell he was panicking.
'What's wrong?.'
'Somethings happened, we need you.'
Sherlock knew when he withheld information it was personal to someone.
'Captain, just tell me.'
'Joan's gone.'

Sherlock sat in the back of the car and looked down at his ring, Gregson manage to pursued the guard to let him have it back. He kept twirling it round his...

Sherlock sat waiting in the interview room, he always knew he would be behind the desk as a criminal at some point. After a minuet, Bell came in.
'Detective.'
'Mr Holmes.' He sat down. 'It's been awhile.'
'Almost a month, i believe.' Bell put the case file on the desk.
'Shall we?.' He opened it and spread the contense across the desk. 'Feel free to look.' Holmes lent forward in his seat. 'Now care to explain your relationship with Miss Adler?.'
'There is no relationship.'
'Really? then how come we found this picture of you?.' He pushed it towards Sherlock.
'That was from a few years ago.'
'But you...

Joan woke early. She rolled over and looked at Sherlock. He was still asleep. She placed a gentle kiss on his cheek. so she wouldn't wake him, and went downstairs. She found her bag and pulled out the envelopes. She didn't know what to do about them. They were addressed to Sherlock so what would Gregson being doing with them? She was torn. She wanted to know what was in them but then that would be betraying Sherlock's trust.
'Joan!?
She heard him.
'I'm down here!.' She shoved the envelopes back in her bag. After a moment, Sherlock came downstairs
'Your up early.'
'I couldn't sleep.' She went into...