The araw 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, you ok?'
'A little nervous.' He sat down susunod 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 you 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...

'We met in London. He came round to my house, making enquiries for the art gallery i worked for. We met a couple of times after that.'
'It was a sexual relationship?'
'Yes..I thought he loved me.'
'Thought?'
'After a couple of months, things got a bit heated. '
'Can you elaborate on that?'
'We had an argument on night, we both sinabi things we didn't mean but...i was too slow to stop him.'
'What happened Ms. Adler?'
'He shoved me against the wall...' Sherlock shot up from his seat.
'Liar! I never touched you!.' The judge banged his gavel.
'Mr Holmes, sit down or i'll shall be forced to remove you from...

Sherlock woke to find himself all stitched up, but his brother was no where to be seen.
'Excuse me, nurse? Where's Mycroft Holmes?'
'Are you a relation?'
'He's my older brother.'
'He's in surgery at the moment.'
'What for?'
'He has third degree burns much like yourself but since he has cancer their worried the explosion could have caused something to enter his immune system which is pretty weak from the kimo.'
'Can you keep updated?'
'Of course.'
'Thank you.' As the nurse left, Joan came in. 'Joan?'
'Sherlock!.' She hugged but he winced. 'Sorry. I thought i'd Nawawala you again.'
'You'll never get rid of...

That night Sherlock slept on the couch, He didn't want to make things madami awkward with Joan. When he woke, he thought about what to say to her, he couldn't just ignore this. He sat up and saw Irene in the kitchen.
'Your up early.'
'Couldn't sleep, What about you?'
'A lot on my mind.' Irene went and sat susunod to him.
'Here.' She handed him a cup of tea.
'Thank you.' He took a sip.
'So what's on your mind?' Sherlock remained silent, just staring at his tea. 'Does it have something to do with you sleeping on the couch?'
'It doesn't matter.' He leaned pasulong and placed his cup on the table.
'Joan?'
'...We..We...

After a couple of days, Joan was discharged but they kept Sherlock in for madami observation along with Mycroft. As his brother slept, Sherlock couldn't help but blame himself. If he knew Moriarty was in London his would never have come and this probably wouldn't have happened. Joan crept in along with this Joseph.
'Hey.'
'Hey.' She gave him a quick kiss. 'How are you feeling?'
'I'm fine, i don't know why...'
'It's just a precaution.'
'I know.. but i want to go tahanan with you and this little one. How is he?'
'He's good, feels so weird..I didn't expect to have him for another three months..and now..here...

Memories are funny things. They can come and go. Memories are like diaries. We store everything in there. Good ones and bad ones. But what happens when those memories are taken from us?

Joan was in the kusina making some coffee to wake herself up. She didn't hear Sherlock sneaking up behind her. Sherlock wrapped his arms around her waist and held her close

"Good morning"
"Morning"
"Your up early"
"Yeah i couldn't really sleep"
"Everything okay?"
"Yeah must just be one of those nights"

Sherlock began to halik the back of her neck and run his hand through her hair. She lent back into him and sighed with...

Joan woke the susunod morning with Sherlock's arms wrapped around her. She gently turned to face him, he look so peaceful when he was asleep. She leaned in and gave a slow, soft kiss, After a moment she felt him reply. She pulled away slowly and placed her forehead against his.
'Can i get woken like that everyday?.' She giggled.
'Maybe..If your good.' She gave him a quick kiss. 'I have to meet my mother today, hope you don't mind.'
'Well it's ruined my plans for the da...'
'What plans?'
'Well they involved you, me and this bed.' Joan smiled as he leaned in and kissed her, his hands gripped her waist...

Sherlock couldn't keep his eyes of Joan all night, she was amazing. He knew he had to ask her now or he never will. He already told her dad about tonight and was waiting for his permission to ask her. Joe gave him a nod, Sherlock took a deep breathe.
'Sherlock, you ok?.'
'I'm fine, in fact i'm..Happier then i've ever been. Joan, when we first met i knew you were something special, and when we got together i knew you were the right one for me. You've never ibingiay up on me and i promise to do the same.' He took the ring out of his pocket. 'Joan Watson, will you do me the tremendous honor of becoming...

Irene was listening in. She managed to plant a device in the brownstone while they were out to hapunan with Joan's parents. She couldn't believe it, Sherlock could be a father. He always sinabi to her that kids would be a burden to him, especially with his work. She understood that but would Joan?.

'Your pregnant?.'
'I don't know. I haven't checked it yet.' Sherlock moved his hands to her tummy. He couldn't believe it, a baby could be in there. His baby. Joan placed her hands on his. 'I'm so nervous.'
'Your not the only one.' Joan looked down at her tummy.
'But i'm also..excited. I shouldn't be getting...

'What?.'
'I use to be a surgeon, I reckon I can do this.' She managed to slide his amerikana off and unbuttoned his shirt. She went into the bathroom and took through all the toilet roll they had. She applied pressure to the wound, hoping it would stop bleeding. 'You ok?.'
'I'm fine.' She pushed down madami which made him flinch.
'Sorry.' She removed the paper, The bleeding stopped. She filled the syringe with morphine.
'Trust me?.'
'Yes.' She pushed the needle into his skin and the morphine went in.
'Done.' She tossed it aside and grabbed a fresh needle. She took her scarf and pulled out a thread, which...

Irene was the first to wake, She wandered round the house so she knew every inch of it. She went out the back to get some air, she needed to clear her head. She took a few deep breathes thinking about Moriarty's plan, She felt sick. She went back in and found Joan in the kitchen.
'Morning. i'm making tea, you want some?.'
'No i'm fine thanks.' She sat down at the table.
'You don't look so good, you feeling alright?.'
'Stomach bug, nothing to worry about.' Joan sat opposite her. 'I was a little sick last night but i'm fine.'
'You sure?.' Irene nodded. 'Ok, you want some water?.'
'Yes please.' Joan...

Sherlock got up early the susunod morning. He looked over at Joan and smiled. He loved her so much. He leaned over and kissed her lightly so he wouldn't wake her. He got dressed then made his way downstairs, he grabbed his phone of the mesa and phoned Gregson.
'Holmes.'
'Captain, if Joan phones you and asks i was with you all this morning.'
'Ok, why?'
'I'll explain later.' He hung up his phone and made his way out the door.
He had been looking round the store for thirty minuets when he found exactly the right ring. It was a silver diamond with two blue sapphires either side of it. The woman asked...

'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 sinabi nothing. 'You knew.'
'I'm...'
'Don't. Don't even say your sorry, you 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 you stand. Tell me something, why kill so many people?.'
'Haven't you ever done something just because you could?.' Sherlock became tense. 'But of course you have, you were Irene's drug addict boyfriend.'
'I wasn't that addicted when i was with her, it was only after you made her fake her death.'
'Well she wouldn't play fair.'
'What do you mean?.'
'Did she tell why she faked her death?.'...

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

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

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

As Irene left the room, she ran into Joan.
'What were you doing in his room?.'
'Saying goodbye.'
'Good. You've caused enough trouble.' She was about to go in when Irene grabbed her arm.
'Look, the only reason i did all those things was to protect him.'
'By letting them kidnap his girlfriend? Some protection.'
'The only reason i did that was... because i was jealous.'
'Of me?. She nodded 'Why?.'
'I was still in pag-ibig him. I still am. He was the only man who was so challenging and difficult to figure out. I liked it, found it..kinda sexy. Then i saw how he was with you and i couldn't handle it. I'm sorry...