"Absolutely," she answers. This isn't over yet. Ted isn't completely out of the woods. But seeing him has been traumatic for everyone, and it seems important to take a moment to support each other.

"I'm sure the police will give all of us rides," she says, nodding toward where the officers are standing. "I just need a minute."

She goes to Sherlock, who is standing apart, respecting Joan's space.

"All right, Watson?" he says softly.

"Ask me again later," she says. She looks at the police car that has the suspect in the back, frowning, her own anger roiling beneath the surface.

"I need you to go to the station," she says. "Find out if he did this alone or if Moriarty sent him."

"That was my thought as well," he agrees. Then, softer. "I hope Ted's all right."

"Me too."

She gives Sherlock a glance, then heads toward the officers to get a ride to the hospital.