Sherlock and Joan

'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 toi stand. Tell me something, why kill so many people?.'
'Haven't toi ever done something just because toi could?.' Sherlock became tense. 'But of course you have, toi were Irene's drug addict boyfriend.'
'I wasn't that addicted when i was with her, it was only after toi made her fake her death.'
'Well she wouldn't play fair.'
'What do toi mean?.'
'Did she tell why she faked her death?.'...

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

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

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