sherlock + joan | please don't say Du Liebe me

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 bett was empty. She put on her dressing kleid and went downstairs.
'Sherlock?' No one answered, he must be out. She picked her bag up off the tabelle 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 Du tonight. Liebe you.
She smiled then went into the küche to get some coffee. She went and sat down then she got a call from her mum.
'Hey mum....

“Stay,” he said.
That was the Sekunde time Joan Watson’s world had stopped in her whole life. She was about to leave Sherlock and Bewegen on to another client, and she had been in that situation thousands of times- the fact of leave a client and then go to another was common for her, it was a routine. But for some strange reason, she couldn’t leave Sherlock so easily. She had become a way attached to him, they were friends? Joan wondered, but then she remembered that “Sherlock Holmes doesn’t have any friends.” She couldn’t help herself and imagined how a Tag without Sherlock could...

After dinner, Sherlock disappeared upstairs. Joan was helping Irene with the dishes.
'That's was beautiful.'
'Thank you, i learnt it back in London.'
'What's it like? London?,'
'Like here but...British.' Joan giggled.
'So not much difference?.'
'Except the views, I Liebe the scenery here.'
'It's gorgeous, isn't it?.'
'So..When's the big day?.'
'We haven't decide yet.'
'You nervous?.'
'A little but that's to be expected. I'm just hoping the baby doesn't come on the day.'
'That would be interesting.' They both started to laugh when Sherlock came back downstairs.
'Hey, where'd Du get to?'
'I went up and ran...

Sherlock went upstairs to get changed. He had to do something about Irene. Joan came out of the bathroom when he had just finished dressing.
'Where Du off too?.'
'Gregson phoned. He needs me at the station.' He kissed her forehead. 'I won't be long.'
'Take a key with you, i'm booking the scan so i don't know how long i'll be.'
'Alright, i'll see Du later. Liebe you.'
'Love Du too.'
He decided to walk to the station, he needed to clear is mind. He had to decide if he was going to tell Joan what happened oder not, he didn't want to hurt her again. He promised her father that he wouldn't. As he walked...

'Sherlock...' The man grabbed her Von her hair to shut her up.
'Don't Du touch her.' The man turned to face him.
'Or what?. How are Du gonna stop me? I'm the one with the gun.' He pointed it at Joan's head. 'One wrong move.'
'You won't use it, on her anyway.'
'How do Du know?.'
'The way your holding it. I noticed over the years that when criminals hold guns, they hold it a certain way when they really mean their going to feuer it. The way your holding says Du have no intention of killing her.' The man looked at Joan then threw her to the floor. 'Now, why did Du take her?.'
'It was the only way...

When they arrived at the police station Detective glocke was waiting for them
'Captain, we have her in interview room 2 but she's refusing to speak to anyone.'
'That's why i brought him.' Sherlock made his way to the room. He went in and sat down in the chair opposite her.
'I never thought i'd see Du in here Irene, Du hardly ever get caught.' She quickly glanced at him then looked back down at the table. 'And your not one for kidnapping either. Where is she?.' She sagte nothing. 'Irene i know Du were there, i could smell your perfume on Joan's pillows. The Frage is why were Du there?.' She...

Sherlock got woke in the middle of the night Von the guards switching on the lights, He had just nodded off.
'Holmes.' He looked round and saw Gregson standing at the bars.
'Captain, what...'
'No time, Du need to come with us.' He opened the cell. Sherlock could tell he was panicking.
'What's wrong?.'
'Somethings happened, we need you.'
Sherlock knew when he withheld information it was personal to someone.
'Captain, just tell me.'
'Joan's gone.'

Sherlock sat in the back of the car and looked down at his ring, Gregson manage to pursued the guard to let him have it back. He kept twirling it round his...