Sherlock & Joan || Gravity

The next morning, Sherlock woke early in order to meet Gregson and report to him.
'Morning.'
'Morning, how you feeling?'
'Not too bad, slept pretty well.'
Gregson took out a notepad.
'What you got?'
'The dealer is called Micheal, don't have a visual yet he's suppose to be returning from Long Island tonight depending how his 'meeting' goes. How's Watson?'
'She's fine, told me to give you this.'
He handed him a picture of Joseph.
'Thank you Captain.'

After the meeting Sherlock headed back to the den, Olivia was coming down the stairs as he came in.
'Morning.'
'Morning.'
He followed her to the kitchen.
'You...

It's been a few months since Sherlock was in hospital and Joan is now six months pregnant with their baby.Sherlock has been sleeping in Irene's old room as he and Joan aren't together.

He woke up, still missing the warmth Joan's body lying next to his own. He got up from his bed and sat for a moment, only three more months till their son would arrive. He couldn't wait to meet him. He went upstairs and found Joan in the kitchen. She looked so beautiful to him, always did.
'Morning.'
'Morning, There tea in the pot if you want some.'
'Thanks.' He got a cup from the cupboard and sat down next to her....

After dinner, Sherlock disappeared upstairs. Joan was helping Irene with the dishes.
'That's was beautiful.'
'Thank you, i learnt it back in London.'
'What's it like? London?,'
'Like here but...British.' Joan giggled.
'So not much difference?.'
'Except the views, I love the scenery here.'
'It's gorgeous, isn't it?.'
'So..When's the big day?.'
'We haven't decide yet.'
'You nervous?.'
'A little but that's to be expected. I'm just hoping the baby doesn't come on the day.'
'That would be interesting.' They both started to laugh when Sherlock came back downstairs.
'Hey, where'd you get to?'
'I went up and ran...

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...