Sherlock and Joan

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

The giorno 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, te ok?'
'A little nervous.' He sat down successivo 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 te 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...