This is a continuation of the last story but is set about four months after.

Joan woke with sunlight coming through the window, it was beautiful. She looked over and saw Sherlock's half of the बिस्तर was empty. She put on her dressing गाउन and went downstairs.
'Sherlock?' No one answered, he must be out. She picked her bag up off the तालिका, टेबल and checked her phone, there was a text from him.
Sorry i'm not there, Gregson needed a hand with a case. Make it up to आप tonight. प्यार you.
She smiled then went into the रसोई, रसोईघर to get some coffee. She went and sat down then she got a call from her mum.
'Hey mum....

Sherlock sat in the back of the police car as they escorted him back to the brownstone, back to his family. He couldn't believe he was finally going घर to them, he missed waking up to them every morning. As they pulled up outside, Joan was standing on the doorstep with Joseph.

'Hey.'
'Hey.'
Sherlock ran up the steps and hugged them both. Joseph held out his arms to him.
'Hey Joseph.' He spun him round and Joseph began to giggle. Sherlock kissed him on the cheek. 'I missed आप so much.'
He looked back to Joan.
'But i think i miss आप most of all.' He leaned in and kissed her. The किस only last...

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 दीवार 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 आप is lying?'
'Micheal we've been doing buisness...

Joan sat in the police station, anxiously waiting for Gregson to appear. She hadn't heard from Sherlock in days, she just wanted to know he was ok. She heard Gregson's voice.
'Joan? What are आप doing here? Where's the wee man?'
'He's with my mom, i was wondering आप had a moment?'
He invited her into his office.
'Take a seat.'
She sat down.
'I was wondering if आप heard from Sherlock?'
'I have, why?'
'Cause he hasn't phoned me in a few days, did he sound ok?'
'Joan he's fine, I got off the phone to him a couple if days ago. We're arranging a operation in order to take down Micheal, he's now in on one...

Sherlock woke the अगला morning, Olivia was lying asleep beside him. He got up and went downstairs, no sign of Oscar या 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 आप think i'm up?'
He laughed.
'I miss you.'
'I miss आप too.'
He took a deep breathe.
'I have to tell आप something.'
'What?'
He looked out the रसोई, रसोईघर 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 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 घंटी, बेल appeared from round the corner.
'Sherlock, can we have a word with आप and Oscar for a moment?'
Sherlock gave Joan a किस on the cheek and followed them into one of the interview rooms.
'Now, Oscar we have decided not to charge आप but only if आप help us catch your dealer.'
'What? I've already told आप i'm not telling आप anything, if he finds out it was me i'm dead. You've seen the others.'...

They both sat in Gregson's office as they questioned Oscar about the drug dealer, they hadn't कहा 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 आप are, but you've been keeping और secrets from me first it was Irene, then your brother now this. How many और can i expect?'
'No more.'
'You sure about that.' He placed his forehead on her shoulder, not wanting to look in...

It had been almost an घंटा since Sherlock went down to the basement. Joan had began to pace in front of the door wondering who could be down there, she knew it wasn't Irene as she was in prison. She stopped pacing to open the door, she heard Sherlock's voice but didn't recognize the other one. She crept quietly down further reaching the door at the bottom, she carefully opened the door and peered through the small gap.

'So let me get this right, आप want me to help आप get rid of a drug शार्क आप owe a bunch of money too?'
'Exactly.'
'Sherlock scoffed.
'You've got to be kidding.'
'Come on Holmes,...

Set a couple of years after Mycroft's funeral.
Sherlock and Joan have been married for almost two years and Joesph has just turned two.

Joan woke from her sleep upon hearing the noise downstairs, she got out of the बिस्तर and went down the stairs to living room only to see that Sherlock and Joesph had been playing one of their many games and have knocked over almost everything in the living room.

'Sherlock!'
He looked at Joan and grabbed Joesph to stop him running around,
'What is going on? I thought आप कहा you'd be at the station this morning?'
'I was, I managed to solve the case in under half an...

Set a couple of months after the trial

As Sherlock sat, waiting for Joan, he thought about the past couple of years. His relationship with Joan has gone from strength to strength, sure they've had their moments but what couple hasn't? He has a beautiful baby boy, who he adores so much and his relationship with his father has gone from none existent to rebuilding. And now he's here.

'Sherlock?' He snapped out of his trance. 'You ok?' He looked up to see Joan standing with Joesph.
'I'm fine. Just thinking.'
'What about?' She sat down अगला to him.
'Life.'
'Sherlock..' She took his hand in hers. 'It's...

Sherlock woke early and just stared at his brother. They were going घर today and he couldn't be happier. He would see his son soon but most importantly he would see Joan. He missed her so much. Mycroft rolled over and opened his eyes.
'Morning.'
'Morning.' Mycroft sat up. 'What time is it?'
'Eight o'clock. आप can go back...'
'No i'm fine. What time's our flight?'
'About two o'clock. We have a few hours left.'
'Well..Better start packing.' Mycroft got out the बिस्तर and picked up his bag. 'Are आप sure आप want me to stay with you?'
'I'm sure.' They smiled at each other. Sherlock followed his brother...