The tafuta 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 wewe captain.' He got out of the car.
'No problem. wewe know where i am...'
'If i need anything.' He opened the door and went inside. He hung up his kanzu, koti and went into the living room, 'Joan' was sitting on the couch. 'How are wewe still here?.'
'It's your subconscious.' He went and sat inayofuata 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 will all be ok in the end.' He placed his hand on hers.
'How can i even touch you?.' She shrugged.
'Something just can't be explained.' She leaned in until her lips touched his and after a moment, he found himself responding. He wrapped his arms around her waist while she ran her hands through his hair. After a moment he pulled away gently. 'What's wrong?.'
'I... This doesn't feel right.'
'How?.'
'Because your not really here. This is just my mind playing tricks on me.' He got up from the couch. 'I'm either sleep deprived au hallucinating.'
'Then go to sleep.'
'I can't.'
'Why not? Gregson and kengele will phone if anything comes up in the case.'
'Because If i fall asleep wewe won't be here when i awake. I need wewe here to bounce ideas off of.'
'Oh i thought wewe really missed me (!).'
'I do. It's just...'
'What?.' She gets up and stands right in front of him, her face inches from his. After a moment, He gave in and kissed her. He placed his hands either side of her face and continued to kiss her gently. She placed her hands on his hips and moved in closer so her body was against his. After a while, he pulled away so he could look at her.
'Stay with me.'
'Always.' She leaned in and re-captured his lips.
Joan had no idea where she was, it was a different side of the city then she's use to. The rougher side where all the drunks and low lifes live. She was so scared. The door opened and one of the men stepped inside.
'Your boyfriends not as good as they say he is.'
'You don't know him like i do. He'll find me and wewe better hope he doesn't get a hold of you.'
'He won't find you. No one ever will.' He went back out and locked the door. Joan started to cry, wondering if she would ever survive this.
Sherlock woke in his kitanda for the first time in weeks. He checked his phone, no word from Gregson au Bell. He swung his legs round and sat on the edge of the bed, trying to remember how he ended up here. He got up and went downstairs into the living room, no sign of 'Joan'. He sat down on the kitanda and remembered talking to her but not much after that. His phone started to ring.
'Sherlock Holmes.'
'Holmes, we need wewe down here.'
'What's happened?.'
'It's Irene. We found her in her cell this morning, it looks like she tried to kill herself.'
'How?.'
'It looks like she manged to sneak in a sharpend rock.'
'That's not like her.'
'Well she's at the hospital but we need wewe at the station first.'
'I'll be there presently .' He hung up and went upstairs to change. He found 'Joan' sitting on his bed. 'Your still here?.'
'I alisema i would be.' He smiled at her then continued to change. 'So suicides not Irene's style?.'
'No, she doesn't have the perfect life but she'd never attempt to take her own.' He sat down as he put on his trousers. 'I thought wewe would have left. I'm not sleep deprived anymore.'
'Can we get back to the case?.' He turned and looked at her. 'What?.'
'Did i get grumpy Watson this morning?.'
'Sorry, it's just wewe shouldn't get so attached. I'm not real remember?.'
'But it feels real.' He took her hand. 'You feel real.' He leaned in and gave her a quick kiss before standing to do up his trousers.
'Sherlock, I think wewe need help. Your hallucinating wewe missing girlfriend.'
'Then i end up in a mental hospital as well as prison.' He put on one of his t-shirts.
'Just think about it. This isn't healthy.'
'Do wewe not think i know that? Do wewe think that i'm not scared? Because i am. I am so frightened.' He grabbed his scarf. 'I have to go.' He grabbed his kanzu, koti on the way out and in five minuets he was at the station. He found Gregson in his office. 'Captain.'
'Good your here. Come in.' He took a kiti, kiti cha opposite him. 'Now we still have no idea how she managed to get the rock past the guards but she left this before she did.' He handed him an envelope. He opened it and found picha of Joan inside. 'We've manged to locate the flat. We thought we'd hold off until wewe knew.' Sherlock smiled with tears in his eyes.
'You found her?. Gregson nodded.
'You ready to go?.'
After ten minuets they arrived on the scene, Gregson had aliyopewa them permission to go in. The swat team went in and manged to capture the men involved. One kwa one they came out the building, each one bigger and uglier then the next. But no sign of Joan. Suddenly Gregson got a call on his phone.
'Holmes we've got problem. One of the men has Joan at gunpoint. We're trying to negotiate but...' Sherlock ran inside. 'Holmes!.' He went upstairs and heard Joan yelp. He pushed open one of the doors and saw Joan on the floor with a gun to her head.
'Thank wewe captain.' He got out of the car.
'No problem. wewe know where i am...'
'If i need anything.' He opened the door and went inside. He hung up his kanzu, koti and went into the living room, 'Joan' was sitting on the couch. 'How are wewe still here?.'
'It's your subconscious.' He went and sat inayofuata 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 will all be ok in the end.' He placed his hand on hers.
'How can i even touch you?.' She shrugged.
'Something just can't be explained.' She leaned in until her lips touched his and after a moment, he found himself responding. He wrapped his arms around her waist while she ran her hands through his hair. After a moment he pulled away gently. 'What's wrong?.'
'I... This doesn't feel right.'
'How?.'
'Because your not really here. This is just my mind playing tricks on me.' He got up from the couch. 'I'm either sleep deprived au hallucinating.'
'Then go to sleep.'
'I can't.'
'Why not? Gregson and kengele will phone if anything comes up in the case.'
'Because If i fall asleep wewe won't be here when i awake. I need wewe here to bounce ideas off of.'
'Oh i thought wewe really missed me (!).'
'I do. It's just...'
'What?.' She gets up and stands right in front of him, her face inches from his. After a moment, He gave in and kissed her. He placed his hands either side of her face and continued to kiss her gently. She placed her hands on his hips and moved in closer so her body was against his. After a while, he pulled away so he could look at her.
'Stay with me.'
'Always.' She leaned in and re-captured his lips.
Joan had no idea where she was, it was a different side of the city then she's use to. The rougher side where all the drunks and low lifes live. She was so scared. The door opened and one of the men stepped inside.
'Your boyfriends not as good as they say he is.'
'You don't know him like i do. He'll find me and wewe better hope he doesn't get a hold of you.'
'He won't find you. No one ever will.' He went back out and locked the door. Joan started to cry, wondering if she would ever survive this.
Sherlock woke in his kitanda for the first time in weeks. He checked his phone, no word from Gregson au Bell. He swung his legs round and sat on the edge of the bed, trying to remember how he ended up here. He got up and went downstairs into the living room, no sign of 'Joan'. He sat down on the kitanda and remembered talking to her but not much after that. His phone started to ring.
'Sherlock Holmes.'
'Holmes, we need wewe down here.'
'What's happened?.'
'It's Irene. We found her in her cell this morning, it looks like she tried to kill herself.'
'How?.'
'It looks like she manged to sneak in a sharpend rock.'
'That's not like her.'
'Well she's at the hospital but we need wewe at the station first.'
'I'll be there presently .' He hung up and went upstairs to change. He found 'Joan' sitting on his bed. 'Your still here?.'
'I alisema i would be.' He smiled at her then continued to change. 'So suicides not Irene's style?.'
'No, she doesn't have the perfect life but she'd never attempt to take her own.' He sat down as he put on his trousers. 'I thought wewe would have left. I'm not sleep deprived anymore.'
'Can we get back to the case?.' He turned and looked at her. 'What?.'
'Did i get grumpy Watson this morning?.'
'Sorry, it's just wewe shouldn't get so attached. I'm not real remember?.'
'But it feels real.' He took her hand. 'You feel real.' He leaned in and gave her a quick kiss before standing to do up his trousers.
'Sherlock, I think wewe need help. Your hallucinating wewe missing girlfriend.'
'Then i end up in a mental hospital as well as prison.' He put on one of his t-shirts.
'Just think about it. This isn't healthy.'
'Do wewe not think i know that? Do wewe think that i'm not scared? Because i am. I am so frightened.' He grabbed his scarf. 'I have to go.' He grabbed his kanzu, koti on the way out and in five minuets he was at the station. He found Gregson in his office. 'Captain.'
'Good your here. Come in.' He took a kiti, kiti cha opposite him. 'Now we still have no idea how she managed to get the rock past the guards but she left this before she did.' He handed him an envelope. He opened it and found picha of Joan inside. 'We've manged to locate the flat. We thought we'd hold off until wewe knew.' Sherlock smiled with tears in his eyes.
'You found her?. Gregson nodded.
'You ready to go?.'
After ten minuets they arrived on the scene, Gregson had aliyopewa them permission to go in. The swat team went in and manged to capture the men involved. One kwa one they came out the building, each one bigger and uglier then the next. But no sign of Joan. Suddenly Gregson got a call on his phone.
'Holmes we've got problem. One of the men has Joan at gunpoint. We're trying to negotiate but...' Sherlock ran inside. 'Holmes!.' He went upstairs and heard Joan yelp. He pushed open one of the doors and saw Joan on the floor with a gun to her head.
