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 exactly. He knows we consult with an unknown source.'
'Why unknown? Because of his drug problems?.'
'If he found out that this guy use to be a junkie he would go ballistic then we'd all get fired.'
'Well right now that's fine kwa me.' Gregson sighed and shook his head.
'I didn't know this would happen. wewe have to believe me on that.'
'Why?.' He lent over the dawati and whispered.
'Because i'm the one who informed him when the decision was made so he could get out of the flat before we arrived.' Gregson lent back into his chair. 'You believe me now?.' She nodded, she was to shocked to speak. 'Look. i'm sorry all this has happened, but...'
'You have to do your job.' He nodded. 'I understand but i can't tell wewe anything. I don't even know where he is.'
Sherlock woke in an alleyway. He felt a bit lightheaded but that was probably from the dehydration .He managed to get to his feet and leaned against the wall. He was so tried. He couldn't go back to his flat. the police would be there, and he couldn't go in anywhere without people recognizing him, the police put out an appeal on the tv. Now he knew what a criminal felt like, but he felt like a panya in a maze, there's a way out he just can't find it. He picked up his stuff and made is way out of the alleyway, covering his face with his scarf. As he walked he started to think about Joan. She didn't deserve this, he should have treated her better. He looked at the ring on his hand and sighed, wondering if she would ever forgive him.
Joan had been in the police station for almost two hours. She was waiting for Gregson's decision about what they would do with her. After a minute, he came in followed kwa Detective Bell, who sat opposite her.
'Miss Watson, the New York police have decided to pardon wewe if wewe work with us to find Holmes.'
'No.'
'Miss Watson...'
'I know, if i don't do this then you'll arrest me for preventing the course of justice. The answer is still no.'
'This man is a criminal.'
'This man? Sherlock is not a criminal, he's done nothing wrong.'
'Then why is he running from us? and anyway, we've already searched his flat and there is evidence that viungo him to Irene Adler.' Joan looked at him confused.
'What evidence?.'
'We're not at liberty to say.'
'Because i'm now a "Criminal"?.'
'No, but a jury might see wewe as one.'
'That's enough Detective. I'd like to speak to Miss Watson in private.' kengele got up and left. 'Don't worry, this will not go to trail.'
'He seems so sure it will.'
'It won't but the only way we can stop this is if we find Holmes.'
'I told wewe i don't know where he is.'
'Then help us to find him, for your own piece of mind at-least.' She shook her head.
'I can't. He'll never forgive me if i do.'
'Trust me, he will.'
'How do wewe know?.'
'Because he still cares about you. He never wanted wewe to get hurt.' She thought about it for a minuet.
'Where do we start?.'
After ten minuets, they decided that Joan would phone Sherlock even if he didn't pick up they would be able to get a slight trace.
'You ready?.' Joan started to breathe heavily. 'You don't have to if wewe don't feel comfortable.'
She dialed his number.
Sherlock took his phone out of his pocket. He told Joan he couldn't answer his phone. He realized right there and then what she was doing. He declined it then decided to call Gregson
'Hello.'
'Gregson don't say anything, just listen. I need wewe to get Joan out of this. She doesn't need to get involved.' Gregson went into his office.
'She's already involved. kengele thinks she helped wewe escape and he is determined for this to go to trial.'
'Your the captain, wewe out rank him. wewe need to remind him of that and wewe and i both know this case isn't strong enough to go to court.'
'Until we searched your flat.'
'So?.'
'We have evidence which says wewe are au were in a relationship with Irene and a plane ticket ready to depart to London in two days. It's not looking good Holmes.'
'Do me a favor. Put Watson on.' Gregson set his phone down the dawati and ask Joan to come into his office.
'Phone call for you.' He left to give her some privacy. She picked the phone up.
'Hello?.'
'Joan.'
'Sherlock? oh my god! Are wewe ok?.'
'Yeah i'm fine. Listen, Gregson told me all the facts and... it's not looking good.'
'I know. I'm sorry for trying to phone you.'
'It's alright. I'll have to dump it after this so i won't be in contact for a while. I just wanted wewe to know that everything will be alright and i'll see wewe later.'
'Where will wewe go?.'
'I'll find somewhere. I have to go.'
'Don't.'
'Bye Joan.' He hung up. He was gone.
'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 exactly. He knows we consult with an unknown source.'
'Why unknown? Because of his drug problems?.'
'If he found out that this guy use to be a junkie he would go ballistic then we'd all get fired.'
'Well right now that's fine kwa me.' Gregson sighed and shook his head.
'I didn't know this would happen. wewe have to believe me on that.'
'Why?.' He lent over the dawati and whispered.
'Because i'm the one who informed him when the decision was made so he could get out of the flat before we arrived.' Gregson lent back into his chair. 'You believe me now?.' She nodded, she was to shocked to speak. 'Look. i'm sorry all this has happened, but...'
'You have to do your job.' He nodded. 'I understand but i can't tell wewe anything. I don't even know where he is.'
Sherlock woke in an alleyway. He felt a bit lightheaded but that was probably from the dehydration .He managed to get to his feet and leaned against the wall. He was so tried. He couldn't go back to his flat. the police would be there, and he couldn't go in anywhere without people recognizing him, the police put out an appeal on the tv. Now he knew what a criminal felt like, but he felt like a panya in a maze, there's a way out he just can't find it. He picked up his stuff and made is way out of the alleyway, covering his face with his scarf. As he walked he started to think about Joan. She didn't deserve this, he should have treated her better. He looked at the ring on his hand and sighed, wondering if she would ever forgive him.
Joan had been in the police station for almost two hours. She was waiting for Gregson's decision about what they would do with her. After a minute, he came in followed kwa Detective Bell, who sat opposite her.
'Miss Watson, the New York police have decided to pardon wewe if wewe work with us to find Holmes.'
'No.'
'Miss Watson...'
'I know, if i don't do this then you'll arrest me for preventing the course of justice. The answer is still no.'
'This man is a criminal.'
'This man? Sherlock is not a criminal, he's done nothing wrong.'
'Then why is he running from us? and anyway, we've already searched his flat and there is evidence that viungo him to Irene Adler.' Joan looked at him confused.
'What evidence?.'
'We're not at liberty to say.'
'Because i'm now a "Criminal"?.'
'No, but a jury might see wewe as one.'
'That's enough Detective. I'd like to speak to Miss Watson in private.' kengele got up and left. 'Don't worry, this will not go to trail.'
'He seems so sure it will.'
'It won't but the only way we can stop this is if we find Holmes.'
'I told wewe i don't know where he is.'
'Then help us to find him, for your own piece of mind at-least.' She shook her head.
'I can't. He'll never forgive me if i do.'
'Trust me, he will.'
'How do wewe know?.'
'Because he still cares about you. He never wanted wewe to get hurt.' She thought about it for a minuet.
'Where do we start?.'
After ten minuets, they decided that Joan would phone Sherlock even if he didn't pick up they would be able to get a slight trace.
'You ready?.' Joan started to breathe heavily. 'You don't have to if wewe don't feel comfortable.'
She dialed his number.
Sherlock took his phone out of his pocket. He told Joan he couldn't answer his phone. He realized right there and then what she was doing. He declined it then decided to call Gregson
'Hello.'
'Gregson don't say anything, just listen. I need wewe to get Joan out of this. She doesn't need to get involved.' Gregson went into his office.
'She's already involved. kengele thinks she helped wewe escape and he is determined for this to go to trial.'
'Your the captain, wewe out rank him. wewe need to remind him of that and wewe and i both know this case isn't strong enough to go to court.'
'Until we searched your flat.'
'So?.'
'We have evidence which says wewe are au were in a relationship with Irene and a plane ticket ready to depart to London in two days. It's not looking good Holmes.'
'Do me a favor. Put Watson on.' Gregson set his phone down the dawati and ask Joan to come into his office.
'Phone call for you.' He left to give her some privacy. She picked the phone up.
'Hello?.'
'Joan.'
'Sherlock? oh my god! Are wewe ok?.'
'Yeah i'm fine. Listen, Gregson told me all the facts and... it's not looking good.'
'I know. I'm sorry for trying to phone you.'
'It's alright. I'll have to dump it after this so i won't be in contact for a while. I just wanted wewe to know that everything will be alright and i'll see wewe later.'
'Where will wewe go?.'
'I'll find somewhere. I have to go.'
'Don't.'
'Bye Joan.' He hung up. He was gone.