"No! Miller, down!" Sherlock yelled as the puppy jumped up at him for his food. "SIT!"

"Miller, sit." Joan commanded from the doorway. The puppy whined once before sitting and patiently looking up at Sherlock with the puppy food.

Sherlock looked up at Joan, surprised. "How did you do that?"

"Do what? Make him sit?" Joan came into the kitchen and went to the fridge.

"Yes. I have been trying to make him sit for five minutes now!" Sherlock placed the bowl of food in front of the puppy and leaned up against the counter.

"You can't scream at the poor thing. You have to be demanding; make him listen without screaming at him." Joan explained as she got a water bottle from the fridge and shut it. She leaned up against the counter next to Sherlock as they watched the puppy devour his food.

When Miller was done eating, he looked up at them with his deep brown eyes.

"No…No. You're not getting any more till tonight so don't look at me like that." Sherlock picked up the empty bowl and put it in the sink.

"Sherlock, he's starving. Give him some more." Joan took a drink of her water bottle and smiled at Miller.

"If he eats any more, he's going to get fat." Sherlock knelt down and stroked the puppy's head.

Joan rolled her eyes and smiled. "Fat puppies are cute! There is more of them to love." She knelt down by Sherlock and scratched Miller behind the ears.

*Knock* *Knock* *Knock*

Miller's ears perked up and he started to wag his tail.

"I'll get it. You hold Miller." Sherlock got up to get the door as Joan picked Miller up.

Joan cradled the puppy in her arms and made sure not to hurt his healing leg. For being a puppy, he sure weighed a lot.

Sherlock opened the door and found Detective Marcus Bell standing next to Captain Gregson on the Brownstone doorstep. "Captain! Detective! Come in, come in!" Sherlock motioned for them to come inside and they obliged.

"Holmes." Detective Bell nodded in greeting. He removed his coat and hung it up.

"Where is Ms. Watson?" Captain Gregson asked as he removed his coat and hung it up next to Marcus'.

"In here!" Joan called from the kitchen.

They walked as a group into the kitchen and found Joan struggling to hold on to a squirming puppy.

Joan set Miller down and the puppy bounded over to where Detective Bell was standing with Gregson.

"Whoa…Who is this?" Marcus knelt down and Miller jumped up to lick his face. "It's cute."

"His name is Miller." Joan smiled.

"Is he yours?" Captain Gregson asked Joan.

"Ours, actually." Sherlock smiled and exchanged a look with Joan.

"Oh…I see." Marcus smirked. Miller had rolled over and the detective was scratching the pup's tummy.

Gregson smirked also. "So you guys got a dog together…?"

Joan blushed and looked to Sherlock who was also letting the redness flush to his cheeks.

"Yes…but it's not what you guys think." Sherlock replied, trying to hide the blush in his cheeks.

"Uh-huh…sure." Marcus snickered. He looked at Captain Gregson and the Captain began to laugh too.

Joan cut in and picked up Miller. "No more puppy for you two."

Marcus and Captain Gregson made a fake noise of disappointment before standing up.

"So, you came here for…?" Sherlock redirected the group's attention from the puppy to him.

"Huh? Oh! Yes. We've got a new case." Gregson answered.

Joan continued to hold Miller as Sherlock was briefed on the new case. She found herself uninterested so she took the puppy to her room. She put him down, placed a kiss on his head, and left the room, shutting the door behind her. When she came back into the kitchen, everyone was gone. She looked around for a note from Sherlock telling her where he was going but there wasn't one.

"Thanks, Sherlock. I thought I was supposed to be learning from you!" She spoke sarcastically to the empty room. She searched for her phone and before she even had the chance to unlock it to call him, it vibrated. She looked at the screen and sure enough, a text from Sherlock lit up the screen.

B bak soon. Tk care of Miller tll I gt bak.

Joan sighed. She sat down on the couch and turned on the T.V. Joan stretched out and brought her feet up on the couch to lounge. She shut her eyes and tried to ignore the cries coming from Miller upstairs.

Is this all she was reduced to? A dog sitter? She hoped not. The whole reason she decided to stay on with Sherlock was because she wanted to learn his ways of deduction and detective work. If she was just going to be the one to stay home and watch the puppy, she didn't know why he even offered to teach her.

The crying continued and Joan gave up trying to take a nap.

"Fine! I'll let you out!" Joan got up and walked up the stairs to her room. She opened the door and Miller skittered out. Joan was about to shut her door again when something caught her eye. She entered the room and found that Miller had ripped apart a folder with a closed case. She bent down and sighed. "At least that case was solved…"

Miller ran into the room and sniffed the paper he had shredded to pieces. He picked up a picture that had not been shredded in his mouth and pawed at Joan.

"What?" Joan looked at the puppy and rolled her eyes. "Give me that." She took the photo from the puppy's mouth and was about to put it back in what remained of the folder but something strange made her pause. She analyzed the picture and she gasped. "No way…"

She jumped up and ran out the door. She grabbed her coat and ran out onto the sidewalk, still holding the picture. She pulled out her phone and dialed Sherlock's number.

"Watson, what do you-" Sherlock started.

"Sherlock," Joan cut him off, "where are you? I have something that you need to see."

"And what is that?" Sherlock asked, uninterested.

"Just tell me where you are. I'll meet you there." Joan paced on the sidewalk while gripping the picture so it wouldn't blow away into the cold New York street.

"1678 Liu Street. Why?"

"I'll be there in ten. Wait for me." Joan hung up the phone before he could reply. She started to hail a cab but stopped in her tracks. She ran up the Brownstone's front steps and opened the door. "Miller!" She called into the empty home. Miller came running and she grabbed the leash from the table by the door. She clipped him on the leash and began to walk, headed for Sherlock's location. She praised the puppy, "Great job, Miller. You may have just solved the case."

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If you didn't get it, Liu Street was named after Lucy Liu (Joan Watson).