Elementary

This is a continuation of the last story but is set about four months after.

Joan woke with sunlight coming through the window, it was beautiful. She looked over and saw Sherlock's half of the kitanda was empty. She put on her dressing kanzu, gown and went downstairs.
'Sherlock?' No one answered, he must be out. She picked her bag up off the meza, jedwali and checked her phone, there was a text from him.
Sorry i'm not there, Gregson needed a hand with a case. Make it up to wewe tonight. upendo you.
She smiled then went into the jikoni to get some coffee. She went and sat down then she got a call from her mum.
'Hey mum....

They both sat in Gregson's office as they questioned Oscar about the drug dealer, they hadn't alisema a word to each other since leaving the brownstone. Sherlock could tell when she was annoyed with him, he had seen that look many times. He moved closer to her and buried his face in her hair.
'Joan, please, talk to me.' He kissed her shoulder. 'I'm sorry.'
She sighed.
'I know wewe are, but you've been keeping zaidi secrets from me first it was Irene, then your brother now this. How many zaidi can i expect?'
'No more.'
'You sure about that.' He placed his forehead on her shoulder, not wanting to look in...

“Stay,” he said.
That was the sekunde time Joan Watson’s world had stopped in her whole life. She was about to leave Sherlock and songesha on to another client, and she had been in that situation thousands of times- the fact of leave a client and then go to another was common for her, it was a routine. But for some strange reason, she couldn’t leave Sherlock so easily. She had become a way attached to him, they were friends? Joan wondered, but then she remembered that “Sherlock Holmes doesn’t have any friends.” She couldn’t help herself and imagined how a siku without Sherlock could...