"I´m Gonna Miss This / Working with You."

Joan sat in the interview waiting for Gregson and campana, bell to mostra 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 te 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 da te first.'
'And is then reported to the chief of police, who makes the final call.'
'Why didn't te tell him that Sherlock wouldn't do such a thing?.' Gregson detto nothing. 'He doesn't know about Sherlock does he?.'
'No...

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...