(A/N: Hey, all! so this is a new idea I got one day I hope you like it cause I have a couple more chapters for you. Now I know I may have made the characters a little off and I apologize, I hope you still like it! I do not own Elementary or its characters. Enjoy!)
"Watson, are you quite alright?" Sherlock asked annoyance obvious in his voice over Joan's actions over the past week.
Joan's head jerked up a slight glare on her face, "I'm fine."
Sherlock looked at her inquisitively, "Really? Are you sure?"
Now it was Joan's turn to be annoyed, "Yes, Sherlock! I'm fine! Why?"
Sherlock sighed but had the light he had in his eyes every time he deduced something, especially about her. "Well, you seem to have been very distracted this week. Also, I have seen you many times looking at a picture and sighing. This tells me a few possibilities: Sometime around this time of year you lost someone close to you or you are just missing something from your past. Am I correct? You do know even if you don't tell me I will figure it out eventually."
Joan glared at him but sighed after a minute, "I know. There is no use for me to keep saying 'I'm fine'… Seven years ago, I was still in medical college-"
Sherlock lit up as he cut her off, "I knew it you were missing your college days."
"Sherlock! Let me finish! No, I was not missing my college days. As I was saying, I was still in medical college, close to graduating," Joan fought her voice to continue, "One of my professors called me to his office, he told me I was close to not passing his class, I told him that was impossible, I knew I was doing well in that class. He said it didn't matter, he had been watching me for a while, if I didn't do what he asked he could make my last and most important assignments just disappear." Joan tried not to look at Sherlock, but she knew he knew what she meant.
"He wanted you to sleep with him." Joan flinched lightly at his bluntness, though it wasn't as blunt as he usually was.
"Yes. I told him no, but it didn't matter. A few weeks later, I found out I was pregnant. I fell in love with my unborn baby. I didn't care the circumstances, I wanted to keep it. My mom didn't agree," Joan said.
"You had an abortion?" Sherlock was actually confused and that never happened, he just couldn't believe Joan would even consider that.
"No, I convinced her to let me keep the baby to term. And my parents 'helped', more like forced, me to place my baby girl up for adoption. It was a closed adoption but the adoptive parents respected my wishes of her being named Amanda Jane, because they liked it too, the case worker informed me," Joan's tears she had been fighting streamed down her face. She jumped when she felt hands on her shoulders and then being held in a tight embrace. She realized it was Sherlock when he whispered in her ear. Not that it could be anyone else.
"You wish you still had her." It wasn't a question.
"W-well, yea, I wish I could at least see her now. Tell her I still love her, I always loved her, that I wanted her but," Joan couldn't continue.
"But your mother thought a newborn would be bad for your future medical career." This also wasn't a question. Joan pulled back from him, her tear streaked face in shock. Sherlock chuckled at her surprise, "You really think it was that hard for me to figure out? You blame your mother for one. Also, in case you forgot, I met your mother."
Joan smiled though her tears and nodded, "I should have known you would know what she thought. You're my friend, you now know me better than anyone. But tell me, please, hugging someone seems so out of character for you."
Sherlock wiped away some of her tears, "Forgive me, Watson, but I cannot stand to see a woman cry, particularly one that is my friend." He drew out the last word because he now believed she was not an acquaintance like everyone else or even 'friend' as he called Alistair, but she was truly his friend, his best friend. Just then Sherlock's phone beeped, "Hello, ah Captain Gregson. Of course. I will meet you there." Sherlock hung up and turned to Watson, "Would you like to excuse yourself today, Watson? I shall remember to text you updates every two hours."
"Alright," Joan gave in as Sherlock handed her the remote, and she turned the channel and Full House was on, "I love this show."
"I don't get it, do you really need three guys to take care of three girls?" Sherlock asked.
Joan laughed, "I'll explain it to you later, and right now you have a case to work on. Go, Sherlock we can talk later."
Sherlock smiled, "Alright, Watson, I will text you in two hours. Goodbye."
(A/N: So what did you think? Let me know! Till next time!)