Elementary | Puncture Repair | Joan Watson & Sherlock Holmes

Set a couple of months after the trial

As Sherlock sat, waiting for Joan, he thought about the past couple of years. His relationship with Joan has gone from strength to strength, sure they've had their moments but what couple hasn't? He has a beautiful baby boy, who he adores so much and his relationship with his father has gone from none existent to rebuilding. And now he's here.

'Sherlock?' He snapped out of his trance. 'You ok?' He looked up to see Joan standing with Joesph.
'I'm fine. Just thinking.'
'What about?' She sat down successivo to him.
'Life.'
'Sherlock..' She took his hand in hers. 'It's...

Sherlock woke the successivo morning, Olivia was lying asleep beside him. He got up and went downstairs, no sign of Oscar o Micheal. He took out his phone and dialed Joan's number.
'Sherlock.'
'Morning Watson.' He heard Joesph in the background. 'He's up early.'
Why do te think i'm up?'
He laughed.
'I miss you.'
'I miss te too.'
He took a deep breathe.
'I have to tell te something.'
'What?'
He looked out the cucina to make sure Olivia wasn't up.
'I've figured out a way to get closer to Micheal.'
'But?'
'But it involves me and Oscars sister.'
Joan went silent, she held the phone against her chest imagining...

They both sat in Gregson's office as they questioned Oscar about the drug dealer, they hadn't detto a word to each other since leaving the brownstone. Sherlock could tell when she was annoyed with him, he had seen that look many times. He moved closer to her and buried his face in her hair.
'Joan, please, talk to me.' He kissed her shoulder. 'I'm sorry.'
She sighed.
'I know te are, but you've been keeping più secrets from me first it was Irene, then your brother now this. How many più can i expect?'
'No more.'
'You sure about that.' He placed his forehead on her shoulder, not wanting to look in...

Sherlock saw at least 3 different exits from where he stood but all were to far to hatch an escape attempt that wouldn't involve a casuality. He knew what is was like to be shot but didn't want to experience it again. He checked his watch it was ten to eight, he needed to send a signal to Gregson but how? He looked round him for something that could help, he noticed a button the right hand side of the bacheca which could be the buildings old whistle to alert the men work was finished. But getting to it would prove to be a challenge.

'Which one of te is lying?'
'Micheal we've been doing buisness...