Joan entered the address into her GPS and began following the directions toward Sherlock's location. A vibration made her look at her phone again. A new text from Sherlock lit up the screen.

Lft th lctn. hedd fr NYPD.

"Make up your mind, Sherlock!" Joan groaned. She turned and began to run towards the NYPD building.

...

"Sherlock!" Joan yelled as she spotted Sherlock talking to Gregson by the coffee machine in the hallway of the NYPD offices. She walked towards him quickly with a squirmy Miller in her arms.

"Joan…Dogs aren't allowed…" Gregson eyed the puppy in her arms.

"Sorry, I had to bring him along since someone left me to babysit him." She glared at Sherlock.

Sherlock shrugged. "Hey, I texted you where I was going."

"Yes, but then when I was half-way there, you texted me again saying you were here! Make up your mind." Joan snapped.

"I still told you where I was going." Sherlock rebutted.

Joan struggled to keep the energy-filled puppy in her arms and keep her emotions under control. "Well I thought we were supposed to be a team. If all I'm good for is babysitting our dog-" She started to raise her voice.

Gregson cleared his throat.

Joan lowered her voice and dropped the subject. "Sorry, Captain."

"So? What was so important that you couldn't wait to tell me when I got home?" Sherlock stirred his coffee.

Joan lowered the puppy to the floor and fished the photo out of her pocket. She held it up in front of him as she held the puppy's leash in the other hand. "Look closely. What do you see?"

"A woman…Lawyer maybe...or a woman in some sort of political position…" Sherlock rambled.

"No, no. Look at her necklace." Joan was getting anxious. She wanted him to confirm her suspicions and tell her she was right.

"A cross? So what?" Sherlock grabbed the photo and brought it closer to his face so he could see it better.

"That's just it. Why would she be wearing a cross? The family told us that Amilee was an atheist." Joan smiled as realization flickered across Sherlock's expression.

"You're right…" He looked at the necklace and analyzed the woman's face.

Joan felt relief that her observation was correct. "And if Amilee was an atheist, she wouldn't be wearing a cross, so..."

"Then this is not Amilee…" Sherlock finished. He gave the photo to Gregson and the captain raised his eyebrows.

"It seems that Ms. Watson has just made a huge break in the case of Amilee Wentz. The new case can wait. Right now, we need to take a second glance at Amilee's murder." Captain Gregson gave her a congratulatory smile.

"I also have a theory about the body in the morgue. Everyone thought that it was Amilee, but since the woman has the cross around her neck, it's not Amilee. It is possible that Amilee had a twin and that's who is in the morgue." Joan pulled on the leash as Miller tried pouncing at an officer that was passing by.

"Very good, Watson. I'm impressed." Sherlock smiled. "What made you want to take a second look at Amilee's murder case?"

"It wasn't me, actually…" Joan looked down at Miller.

Sherlock followed her gaze. "You're telling me the dog figured it out?"

Gregson stifled a laugh.

Joan saw Gregson struggling to hold in a laugh and glared at him. She looked back at Sherlock and sighed. "Yeah. Miller was tearing up paper and he just happened to pick up a picture of Amilee. I looked at it and that's when I figured it out."

He bent down and stroked the puppy's head. Sherlock laughed. "Well Watson, it seems that I should hire Miller as my apprentice instead of you." He looked up at her and smirked.

"First of all, I'm not your 'apprentice' and second of all, I figured it out. It was just a coincidence that Miller would pick up the picture of Amilee and show me." Joan crossed her arms.

"So the dog…showed it to you?" Sherlock burst out laughing.

Joan smacked Sherlock against the head and glared at him. She looked at Gregson and saw that he was holding in a laugh. She glared at him too. Gregson had a slight smile on his lips and Joan felt like smacking him like she had smacked Sherlock.

Gregson noticed she was angry and about to lash out at him, so he held up his hands in defeat. "I'm sorry…Don't hit me too."

"Can we just start working on the case?" Sherlock rubbed his head in the spot that Joan's hand had hit him. He was done joking with her; that smack against his skull really hurt.

"Good idea." Joan unclenched her fists and took a deep breath to calm down. She scooped the puppy into her arms and made her way to the elevator. "Meet me at the Brownstone and bring Amilee's case files."

"Okay, we'll head on over in ten minutes." Gregson pulled on Sherlock's arm. He didn't want Sherlock to instigate Joan any more than he already had.

"Bye." Sherlock waved.

"You're going to see me in like 20 minutes, Sherlock. You don't have to say good-bye." Joan smiled, happy that he was being cordial.

"I was talking to the dog." Sherlock smirked and let Gregson pull him away.

Joan rolled her eyes. So much for being cordial.

THANKS FOR READING! SORRY THAT IT WAS SO SHORT! I'M TRYING TO MAKE IT MORE INTERESTING BY ADDING A MYSTERY. I PROMISE THERE WILL BE MORE CHAPTERS WITH JOANLOCK FLUFF AND PUPPY FLUFF. :D