Sherlock was the first to wake up, entangled in the sheets and the warm body of Joan, he chuckled to himself at the thought of last night's activities. He smiled at his wife as she slept peacefully, eleven months they'd been married and still no one knew. They were Mr and Mrs Holmes behind the closed doors of the brownstone but outside they were Sherlock and Watson, consulting detectives for the NYPD, they both disliked lying to their friends and colleagues but it added to the fun when they were home. Joan was awoken by the ringing of her phone on the nightstand,

"Morning beautiful" Sherlock whispered and Joan replied by planting a kiss on his lips.

Joan had failed to realise her phone had stopped ringing and Sherlocks had begun, she reached for the ringing phone and answered

"Hello". Detective Bell was on the other end of the line,

"Joan?" He questioned "Why are you answering Sherlocks phone?" Joan quickly realised that she had picked up Sherlocks phone and tried to come up with an excuse,

"oh... um... you know Sherlock he left it in the kitchen, do you need him? I can go wake him?" She replied cautiously.

"Oh no don't worry, just make sure you're both down here within the hour, Gregson has a case for you" Bell replied.

"Of course, see you soon" Joan smiled as she hung up the phone and placed it back on the nightstand. "Stop putting your phone next to mine" Joan said whilst rolling back over and punching him in the arm.

"My deepest apologies, Watson" he smirked,

"You know it's Holmes" laughed Joan as Sherlock ran his hands through her hair.

"Right come on, you, me, at the precinct within the hour. Let's go" Joan instructed.

Sherlock was ready within a matter of minutes and began making breakfast as he awaited his wife, Joan came down the stairs not shortly after; placing her heals at the door, she continued into the kitchen as she tucked her necklace bearing her wedding ring inside her dress. Wearing their wedding rings on a chain around their necks was a way of always being together without people suspecting anything. She was greeted by Sherlock holding a smoothie in his hands,

"Here, drink this and then we can leave" said Sherlock.

"Thank you" whispered Joan as she placed her lips on the glass, Sherlock looked at her with pure love in his eyes. She placed the glass in the sink and headed towards the door, closely followed by Sherlock, Joan perched on the bottom step as she carefully placed her heals on; as she stood up she gained three inches in height which she knew Sherlock hated but they were going to work and there wasn't a lot he could do about it outside the house. He helped her into her coat and they shared a passionate kiss before he opened the door of the brownstone and led her out.

Joan watched as Sherlock hailed for a cab, she was quite thankful he had stopped using his whistle like he did in the early days of their relationship. He took her hand and guided her into the cab, just like he always did no matter where we were because it always looked like him being a gentleman. Their fingers were intertwined as they sat in the back seats of the cab, as soon at they stepped out of the cab they returned to the roles of Sherlock and Watson, consulting detectives. As they entered the precinct Sherlock placed his hand in the small of her back as if to guide her through the commotion of the first floor, he removed his hand when they reached the elevator door; he secretly hoped that the elevator would be empty just so he could feel her lips on his one last time because he didn't know how long it would be before they would be behind closed doors again. As the elevator doors opened it revealed four people, Sherlocks heart sunk when he saw this; they both filed into the back of the elevator. Joan reached across him to press floor five on the board and as she returned to her position she brushed her hand up Sherlocks thigh, this caused explosions in his mind and she knew exactly what she was doing.