Jonny and Lucy

'Gregson!.' He came back in. 'You have to get back there somethings just happened to him.'
'What happened?.'
'I don't know, we're talking and all I heard was a gunshot.' She looked at Gregson who was looking at the floor like he was ashamed. 'You knew?.' He detto nothing. 'You knew.'
'I'm...'
'Don't. Don't even say your sorry, te hypothetically pulled the trigger.'
'How is this my fault?.'
'You could have phoned your men from the hospital phone and told them to go in there.'
'There wouldn't have been a different outcome,By the time they got in there he would have pulled the trigger anyway.' Joan shook...

'So Moriarty, 'M' wouldn't happen to be short for that?.'
'Ding Ding, Winner!.'
'I thought i would never find you. I spent ages scrolling through case file after case file but nothing. Not even a whisper and now, there te stand. Tell me something, why kill so many people?.'
'Haven't te ever done something just because te could?.' Sherlock became tense. 'But of course you have, te were Irene's drug addict boyfriend.'
'I wasn't that addicted when i was with her, it was only after te made her fake her death.'
'Well she wouldn't play fair.'
'What do te mean?.'
'Did she tell why she faked her death?.'...

The cerca 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 te captain.' He got out of the car.
'No problem. te know where i am...'
'If i need anything.' He opened the door and went inside. He hung up his cappotto and went into the living room, 'Joan' was sitting on the couch. 'How are te still here?.'
'It's your subconscious.' He went and sat successivo 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 bacheca 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 divano 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 o on drugs so how can te be here?.'
'Because te haven't slept in two days, te need to rest and te 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 Londra with Irene?. Would it be the same as before o 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 te heads up. The police...

A couple of days later. Sherlock was about to go to letto 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 giacca and scarf and left to meet her. He found her sitting in on a park bench.
'Didn't think te would mostra up.' Sherlock sat down successivo to her.
'What do te want?.'
'I told you. I wanted to see te before i left.'
'If te wanted to see me te would have come to my flat but no te chose to meet here. There's something else.' She took out her phone...

'Aren't te going to invite me in?.' Sherlock just stared at her in shock. 'I didn't expect te to be so speechless. Glad to see i still have that effect on you.'
'How can te 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 te can afford it with your little habit.'
'How do te know about that?.' She turned round at him and smiled.
'I've kept tabs on you.'
'Then you'll know I've dato it up.' Irene moved closer to him.
'Did te miss me?.'
'I've moved on.'
'Not...