Joan was woke da the sunlight shining in though the window. She opened her eyes and smiled at her husband, who was still sleeping. She rolled over and checked her phone, no messages from Mycroft. She sat up and ran her hand through her hair, thinking about the wedding. She looked down her ring finger and smiled, she was married. She quietly got out of letto and made her way downstairs. When she got to the kitchen, she found her breakfast was already made. She read the note on the table:
'You didn't really think i was asleep for all that time did you? Enjoy.'
She giggled. He was so thoughtful, one of things she liked about him. When she finished, she went and sat on the sofa, waiting for Sherlock to rise. She heard him sposta about an ora later. He came downstairs.
'Hey.'
'Hey.' He sat down successivo to her, She leaned in and kissed him. 'Thanks for breakfast.'
'My pleasure. te heard from Mycroft?'
'Not yet, i'm sure everything's fine either that o my mum's keeping Joesph hostage.'
'Wouldn't blame her.' They both heard the mailman. 'I'll get it.' He kissed her head then went over to the door.
'If it's the water company again...'
'No, it's not them. It's from court.' He sat back down and opened the letter. 'The data for the trial.' He handed it to Joan.
'Tomorrow? Can they hold it this early?'
'It depends on the case.' He saw that she looked disappointed. 'What's wrong?'
'Nothing, it's...I had our honeymoon booked for the giorno after well, Mycroft did.'
'We can still go.'
'But what if they send te down?
'They have no evidence to support her claim, and they've already sent her down for trying to kill me. The only reason their holding the trial has something to do with Moriarty. He's probably blackmailing the jury.' She smiled at him.
'You seem confident?'
'Why wouldn't i be? I know i'm innocent and I've married the woman i love.' He leaned in and kissed her. 'I'm feeling più than confident.' She re-captured his lips.
'Care to show me, how confident te are?' She took his hand and led him upstairs.
Irene was in a briefing with her lawyer. They were going over the domande she would ask her when it was her turn in the stand.
'Ms Adler, can te tell me how Mr Holmes assaulted you?'
'We were having an argument.'
'About?'
'Ummm...' She didn't know what to say. 'I can't remember.'
'Irene, te need to know this. How else will te convince the jury? They've already charged te with attempted murder so your lucky they decided to look into this. Even if it's a lie.'
'Moriarty knows what he's doing, that's why he hired you. Let's go over it again.'
They spent the successivo couple of hours going over each detail of the night in question. Irene got better each time, Tomorrow was the trial and Irene knew if she could convince the jury with her lies, She would get off Scot free.
It was the giorno of the trial. Sherlock was getting ready upstairs. While Joan waited for him, Mycroft came in with Joseph.
'Hey.'
'Hey. ciao Joseph.' He passed him over to her. 'Hope he hasn't been too much trouble.'
'Not at all.' He looked round. 'Where's Sherlock?'
'Getting ready.'
'Do te mind if i...?'
'No, go on up.'
Mycroft made his way upstairs to his brother's room, as he got closer he could hear him practicing his testimony.
'And that te honour, is the real version of events... '
'Agreed.' Sherlock turned at sound of his voice. ' your nervous.'
'Wouldn't te be?'
Mycroft went over and helped him with his tie. 'You'll be fine, and you'll be on your honeymoon before te know it.' They gave each other a quick smile then headed downstairs. Sherlock stopped and looked Joan with Joseph, hoping this wouldn't be the last time he saw them like this.
'You didn't really think i was asleep for all that time did you? Enjoy.'
She giggled. He was so thoughtful, one of things she liked about him. When she finished, she went and sat on the sofa, waiting for Sherlock to rise. She heard him sposta about an ora later. He came downstairs.
'Hey.'
'Hey.' He sat down successivo to her, She leaned in and kissed him. 'Thanks for breakfast.'
'My pleasure. te heard from Mycroft?'
'Not yet, i'm sure everything's fine either that o my mum's keeping Joesph hostage.'
'Wouldn't blame her.' They both heard the mailman. 'I'll get it.' He kissed her head then went over to the door.
'If it's the water company again...'
'No, it's not them. It's from court.' He sat back down and opened the letter. 'The data for the trial.' He handed it to Joan.
'Tomorrow? Can they hold it this early?'
'It depends on the case.' He saw that she looked disappointed. 'What's wrong?'
'Nothing, it's...I had our honeymoon booked for the giorno after well, Mycroft did.'
'We can still go.'
'But what if they send te down?
'They have no evidence to support her claim, and they've already sent her down for trying to kill me. The only reason their holding the trial has something to do with Moriarty. He's probably blackmailing the jury.' She smiled at him.
'You seem confident?'
'Why wouldn't i be? I know i'm innocent and I've married the woman i love.' He leaned in and kissed her. 'I'm feeling più than confident.' She re-captured his lips.
'Care to show me, how confident te are?' She took his hand and led him upstairs.
Irene was in a briefing with her lawyer. They were going over the domande she would ask her when it was her turn in the stand.
'Ms Adler, can te tell me how Mr Holmes assaulted you?'
'We were having an argument.'
'About?'
'Ummm...' She didn't know what to say. 'I can't remember.'
'Irene, te need to know this. How else will te convince the jury? They've already charged te with attempted murder so your lucky they decided to look into this. Even if it's a lie.'
'Moriarty knows what he's doing, that's why he hired you. Let's go over it again.'
They spent the successivo couple of hours going over each detail of the night in question. Irene got better each time, Tomorrow was the trial and Irene knew if she could convince the jury with her lies, She would get off Scot free.
It was the giorno of the trial. Sherlock was getting ready upstairs. While Joan waited for him, Mycroft came in with Joseph.
'Hey.'
'Hey. ciao Joseph.' He passed him over to her. 'Hope he hasn't been too much trouble.'
'Not at all.' He looked round. 'Where's Sherlock?'
'Getting ready.'
'Do te mind if i...?'
'No, go on up.'
Mycroft made his way upstairs to his brother's room, as he got closer he could hear him practicing his testimony.
'And that te honour, is the real version of events... '
'Agreed.' Sherlock turned at sound of his voice. ' your nervous.'
'Wouldn't te be?'
Mycroft went over and helped him with his tie. 'You'll be fine, and you'll be on your honeymoon before te know it.' They gave each other a quick smile then headed downstairs. Sherlock stopped and looked Joan with Joseph, hoping this wouldn't be the last time he saw them like this.