It's been 3 months since the moriarty case, all the trials for her seemed to get delayed, but she was finally found guilty of her crimes. Sherlock was asleep on the sofa when his phone rang, Joan didn't want to disturbed him, and he hadn't slept for a long time. She answered the phone herself.

"Hello, Sherlock's phone"

"Miss Watson" it was captain Gregson "where's Sherlock?" he sounded scared

"Poor little guy worked so hard, tired himself out. He's sleeping on the sofa, what's wrong?" she was starting to get worried.

"Well… um… moriartys escaped from the FBI" her heart stopped, or at least it felt like that. She dropped the phone, and it smashed into a million pieces. She just stood there, shocked and scared. He snored making her jump; she turned and ran over to him, shaking him awake.

"Watson... WATSON, I'm awake I'm awake what is it? What's the problem?" he had hold of her arms and she just sat there next to him, looking down, silently crying. She didn't know what to say, if she told him she didn't know how he would react, it could be the final trigger but if she didn't, he would lose all trust in her. She didn't want either. He used one hand to lift her face to look at him; he was trying to deduce what might have happened. He saw the broken phone on the floor, and looked into her eyes.

"Watson, what happened?" he had a feeling on what she might say; he hoped she wouldn't say it. She closed her eyes and looked back down.

"Moriarty has escaped" she looked back up at him. His eyes were open wide, shallow breathing and his mouth was open. He let go of her arms, and dropped back onto the sofa, hands over his nose and mouth, head way back thinking about what to do. Joan got up and sat next to him, she was worried, for both of them.

"Sherlock, what do we do?" she sounded so scared, like a little girl asking who lost her mum in the supermarket. She kept looking at him, scanning him, trying to see if he was as scared as she was. He obviously was he was just better at hiding it. He suddenly stood up, pacing back and forth when he came up with a plan. He pointed at her.

"What's the one thing she's going to want?" he sounded inpatient, angry even.

"Revenge" she answered quickly.

"On who?"

"You, right?" she feared for him after all, moriarty is defiantly dangerous. He stopped pacing and looked at Joan; he walked over, kneeled down and put him hands on hers.

"Watson, I don't mean to scare you but, I fear she may not be after me anymore, moriarty will be going after the one who put her in jail, and she believes that's you"

She looked more scared than ever, she swallowed hard and tried to control her breathing, she didn't want to admit this, but even after what he just said she was still concentrating on the fact that they were holding hands. NOT THE TIME JOAN! Her brain screamed at her.

"Still… what do we do?" she whispered. He looked down, he hated disappointing her but he couldn't think of what else to say.

"I don't know". He looked down at the floor desperately trying to think of something, something that could protect her; he hated the idea of her not being safe.

"We'll call captain gregson and arrange for police protection, the best he's got." Sherlock looked back up at Joan, she was slowly, quietly crying. He wiped away the tears with his thumb.

"It will be ok, I promise. But until she's dead, you're not leaving my sight ok?" it sounded more like an order coming from him.

"Ok" she sighed; she's not going to be able to sleep tonight.

-Surprise time skip which isn't much of a surprise- one day later

All they ever had on moriarty, all the case files, all the plans, all spread out on the wall of crazy and on the desks and basically everywhere. 2 officers and standing outside and 3 more inside, for each level of the house, all have been briefed on moriarty and to shoot on sight. Sherlock, needless to say, was going crazy just after one day .he was still eating and showering but he wouldn't sleep, and for once, neither would Joan. Joan was usually all aboard for sleeping but she didn't want to, she wanted to bring this bitch down!

"Ok, she escaped from the FBI 27 hours ago, now we know she won't leave New York and she wants to harm us in some way so she must be nearby by now, she most likely is within a 30 block radius…." He went on and on-going over all the facts, Joan chimed in every now and then to correct him on little details.

BANG, BANG.

They jumped up in surprise; they looked at each other wondering if they heard correctly.

BANG, BANG, BANG.

Sherlock grabbed Joan's hand and pulled her behind him, both at the back of the room, 2 tall men walked through the door, and they had two types of guns, one which fires bullets, and one which fires knock out darts.

BANG BANG