Sherlock Holmes On Watson

Joan sat in the interview waiting for Gregson and kengele to onyesha up. She couldn't help but wonder where Sherlock could have gone. He didn't have anyone left to help him. He was alone. The door opened and Gregson came in.
'How could wewe let this happen? I thought Sherlock was your... i don't know friend?.'
'It wasn't my decision.'
'Your the captain. Everything that happens gets run kwa wewe first.'
'And is then reported to the chief of police, who makes the final call.'
'Why didn't wewe tell him that Sherlock wouldn't do such a thing?.' Gregson alisema nothing. 'He doesn't know about Sherlock does he?.'
'No...

When he got home, Joan was just out of the shower.
'Hey, where did wewe get off too?.'
'The police station. we've been broken into.'
'Did they take anything?.' Sherlock shook his head. 'Then why would they bother?.'
'Probably some kid, who was dared but wimped out at the last second. Anyway wewe need to get dressed, they'll be here in five minutes.'
'OK.' She went into her room. The doorbell rang.
'That'll be them.' Sherlock went downstairs and opened the door. 'Captain Gregson. Detective Bell.' He motioned for them to come in.
'Where do wewe want us to search?.'
'Just the kitchen.'
'But how do wewe know...'...

The inayofuata morning, Joan woke up and turned to look at Sherlock. He was so cute when he was asleep. He seem zaidi at peace with himself.
'Watson, wewe know it's rude to stare.' She giggled as he turned over so he was on juu of her.
'So it's OK when wewe do it?.'
'When have i?.'
'Yesterday.' They both laughed. 'I need a shower.' Sherlock pinned her down. 'Sherlock.' He gave her a quick kiss then roll off to let her up. He watched her walk into the bathroom then went downstairs. He went into the jikoni and found an envelope with his name on it. He checked the back door and found it was open. It wasn't...

The siku of the trial arrived. Sherlock finished dressing and went downstairs. He was nervous, mainly for Joan. He found her in the living room with Joseph.
'Hey.'
'Hey, wewe ok?'
'A little nervous.' He sat down inayofuata to her. 'You?'
'Not too bad, just don't want to face her attorney.'
'I know, but we've done nothing wrong. We have nothing to fear.' He took Joseph's hand. 'Uncle Mycroft's looking after wewe today, go easy on him.'
Joan giggled as Mycroft came out from the kitchen.
'I'm sure uncle Mycroft can look after him for one afternoon.' Joan handed Joseph to him. 'We'll be just fine, won't we?' Joan...