"Why'd you say that to her. George doesn't deserve that." Joan said.
Sherlock rolled her eyes. "Lestrade got what she deserved. I can't believe she's fucking my sister."
"Mycroft is happy with her. And besides, I'm the one who set them up. You should be mad at me, not her."
Sherlock said, crossing her arms. "I'm mad at all of you," she growled.
"Your just mad that she got someone to love her before you," Joan said and stuck out her tongue. Sherlock growled and approached Joan threateningly. "What are you doing? Sherlock?" Sherlock tackled Joan. They both fell backwards onto the floor. "Ow." Joan cried as her head hit the ground.
Suddenly Sherlock's lips were on Joans. "We both know that that is a lie, Joan," Sherlock said grinning. "You fell for me when I fixed your limp. I'm just mad that my sister got a girl toy first."
"I um."
Sherlock got to her feet leaving a very sexually confused Joan Watson on the floor.
Thirty minutes later Joan got off the floor and moved into the kitchen where Sherlock was. Sherlock was poking something that Joan didn't even want to know. Joan crept behind her and grabbed her waist, pulling her into her arms. Sherlock let out a shriek. "Joan!"
"Hi." she purred.
"What are you-"
Joan bit her ear. Sherlock squeaked. "So a girl toy."
"I am well."
"So do you want me to be yours?"
"Yes," Sherlock whispered.
"Good." Joan let go of Sherlock. "Want some tea?"
"Tea?"
"Do you want some tea."
"Yes tea, please."
Joan went to make tea and to text George.
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George Lestrande slammed open the door to Mycroft's office. "Joan just texted me."
Mycroft stood up quickly. "What happened?"
"Her and Sherlock are dating." She squealed.
"For heaven's sake, Georgia do not scare me like that."
"I'm sorry, love." George said apolitgeltcy.
"Is what you say true?"
"Yes."
"Knew it. Anthan owes me five pounds."
"Sam and Anderson both own ten pounds separately."
Then Mycroft groaned. "I owe his majesty twenty pounds." She said and put her head in her hands.
They both smiled at each other. "Finally," they said together. After two years they had finally gotten together. In hindsight, it wasn't a long time to wait. It was just annoying. Most people in Londen knew they were going to get together and had placed bets on the time. Joan herself had placed bets with friends and old boyfriends. She also stretched the truth when telling these people.