Sherlock and Joan-Season 3

They left Gregson's office holding each others hand and found Oscar sitting in the corridor.
'Holmes, what's going on I've been here for almost two hours.'
'They haven't told you?'
'Told me what?'
Gregson and cloche, bell appeared from round the corner.
'Sherlock, can we have a word with toi and Oscar for a moment?'
Sherlock gave Joan a Kiss on the cheek and followed them into one of the interview rooms.
'Now, Oscar we have decided not to charge toi but only if toi help us catch your dealer.'
'What? I've already told toi i'm not telling toi anything, if he finds out it was me i'm dead. You've seen the others.'...

Sherlock woke the suivant morning, Olivia was lying asleep beside him. He got up and went downstairs, no sign of Oscar ou 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 toi think i'm up?'
He laughed.
'I miss you.'
'I miss toi too.'
He took a deep breathe.
'I have to tell toi something.'
'What?'
He looked out the cuisine 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 a dit 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 toi are, but you've been keeping plus secrets from me first it was Irene, then your brother now this. How many plus 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 mur 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 toi is lying?'
'Micheal we've been doing buisness...

'What are toi doing here?'
'Can't a guy drop par and say hello?'
Sherlock stepped outside, shutting the door behind him.
'When the guy happens to be a current drug addict, no he can't.'
'You're one to talk.'
'I've been clean for almost 3 years.'
'Well congrats to you(!)' Oscar looked up at the brownstone. 'Nice place, daddy buy it for you?'
'He did.'
'You on your own?' Sherlock held up his left hand. 'Your married?'
'Almost two years.'
'Does she know about your past? Irene? The drugs?'
'She knows it all. Now, what do toi want?'
'I was hoping for a fix.'
'Not likely, now if toi excuse me.' Sherlock went...