Sherlock and Joan

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...

For the past two days, Sherlock didn't sleep. He was so focused on finding her that sleep wasn't an option anymore. He placed all the evidence on the ukuta above the fireplace and tried to piece them all together but he couldn't find any link. Who ever this is, they're very good, They had him stumped. He sat down on the kitanda with his head in his hands and sighed. After a moment he looked back up and saw 'Joan' standing in the corner.
'I know i'm not asleep au on drugs so how can wewe be here?.'
'Because wewe haven't slept in two days, wewe need to rest and wewe better not be on drugs.' She went over...

Sherlock didn't get much sleep, he kept going over different scenarios in his head. What if he chose to stay here in New York with Joan?. He knew he would have a happy life with her. But what if he went back to London with Irene?. Would it be the same as before au would it be different?. He knew he couldn't have both. He had three days left to decide. He was about to go downstairs when he passed Joans room, He opened the door and looked inside. He missed having her around. He sighed and headed downstairs. His phone went off, It was Gregson.
'Captain.'
'Holmes, i'm giving wewe heads up. The police...

A couple of days later. Sherlock was about to go to kitanda when his phone went off. It was a text from Irene asking to see him one last time before she left. Joan was out seeing her family (She hasn't told them about her and Sherlock yet). He put on his koti, jacket and scarf and left to meet her. He found her sitting in on a park bench.
'Didn't think wewe would onyesha up.' Sherlock sat down inayofuata to her.
'What do wewe want?.'
'I told you. I wanted to see wewe before i left.'
'If wewe wanted to see me wewe would have come to my flat but no wewe chose to meet here. There's something else.' She took out her phone...

'Aren't wewe going to invite me in?.' Sherlock just stared at her in shock. 'I didn't expect wewe to be so speechless. Glad to see i still have that effect on you.'
'How can wewe be here?.'
'Not important. Now...'
'Tell me!.'
'How about we take this inside?.' Sherlock moved aside so Irene could come in. He followed her into the front room. 'Nice place. Don't know how wewe can afford it with your little habit.'
'How do wewe know about that?.' She turned round at him and smiled.
'I've kept tabs on you.'
'Then you'll know I've aliyopewa it up.' Irene moved closer to him.
'Did wewe miss me?.'
'I've moved on.'
'Not...