Johnny and Lucy(July 10,2013)

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 dapur 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 Ciuman the back of her neck and run his hand through her hair. She lent back into him and sighed with...

Irene was listening in. She managed to plant a device in the bata, brownstone while they were out to makan malam, majlis makan malam with Joan's parents. She couldn't believe it, Sherlock could be a father. He always berkata 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 kot 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 lebih 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...

Sherlock got up early the seterusnya 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 meja, jadual and phoned Gregson.
'Holmes.'
'Captain, if Joan phones anda and asks i was with anda 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 berkata nothing. 'You knew.'
'I'm...'
'Don't. Don't even say your sorry, anda 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 anda stand. Tell me something, why kill so many people?.'
'Haven't anda ever done something just because anda could?.' Sherlock became tense. 'But of course you have, anda were Irene's drug addict boyfriend.'
'I wasn't that addicted when i was with her, it was only after anda made her fake her death.'
'Well she wouldn't play fair.'
'What do anda mean?.'
'Did she tell why she faked her death?.'...

The cari 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 anda captain.' He got out of the car.
'No problem. anda know where i am...'
'If i need anything.' He opened the door and went inside. He hung up his kot and went into the living room, 'Joan' was sitting on the couch. 'How are anda still here?.'
'It's your subconscious.' He went and sat seterusnya 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 dinding 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 sofa, kerusi panjang 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 atau on drugs so how can anda be here?.'
'Because anda haven't slept in two days, anda need to rest and anda 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 atau 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 anda heads up. The police...

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

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