wow i am really sorry for taking so freaking long on this story xDD
maybe if i pace it right i can finish it in time for next christmas /shot
anyways, i just wanted to take the opportunity to say omg omg omg THANK YOU
i never even dreamed of getting more than 10 followers on this story and eek i'm so honored to have so many people interested and reading (hopefully) :"D
so yeah. short interlude-ish chapter from Joan's POV because she's awesome.
December 23
Joan closed her eyes, listening to the steady rattle-rumble of the train under her feet. For the millionth time, she went over the facts of the case in her head. Ugh! Something doesn't add up… She opened her eyes again and stared at Sherlock, who was riffling through one of the magazines with an air of casual disinterest. And he's being weird too.
Sherlock glanced up at her, a question written in his look, and she turned away to stare out the window.
There was definitely something a little off about Sherlock. Not just on this case, but lately… in general… it was hard to pinpoint exactly what it was, not so much any actions that he took, but more of a… mood. There was a subtle air of both relaxation and anxiety about him.
I'm probably just imagining it.
It was a weird case, that was for sure. But… she had to admit that it had been fun, as always. The dance- she had never known Sherlock was such a good dancer, and the way they had twirled around in the living room- somehow, she would never have expected that of him. Even though she should have. She never expected it when it came, though, so maybe she shouldn't be surprised.
She settled back in her seat and brushed a stray lock of hair behind her ear, crossing her legs and staring down at the ground.
Would she ever solve the mystery of Sherlock Holmes?