"We told them I was attacked," he answers seriously. "And I guess technically that it was a kidnapping, but sort of played down the severity of it. Like the how and the how long. And then the 'why' got out through the media, people putting two and two together. Turner had apparently been pretty vocal about his feelings."
He doesn't want them to know how bad it got for several reasons. For one thing, because it's horrifying, and they don't need to know. For another, he doesn't want them to pussyfoot around him.
And then... Well, it feels... private? And he thinks it messed with him more than he's fully aware of still, and he doesn't really want anyone else to know the details of all that.
Joan has read the articles online. Some of them are serious and sensitive. Others are outrageously outlandish without technically being untrue. She's glad that the emphasis is on the attack angle instead of the kidnapping, exactly because the kidnapping aspects were the most horrible and traumatic, and it's vastly preferable that Ted have the time and space to work through that without it being garishly splashed across the tabloids.
She only wishes she could be there with him as he works through it. It makes it all the more frustrating that the case seems to be going nowhere.
"Yeah, Chapman wasn't exactly discreet." There were any number of people who have gone on record as having heard the man threaten to do violent things to Ted. The problem is that isn't exactly unusual. Threatening to beat up someone over football is practically a national pastime.
She notes that Ted uses the man's first name. It's so Ted, still wanting to be personable even with someone who did horrible things to him.
Ted hums in agreement. Nor was he subtle, during the little time Ted spent with him.
"What about you? How's everything going?" he asks. It's a general question, but he knows Joan gets focused on her work, so he assumes the answer is mostly going to be about the case.
She sighs a little. The question was coming, of course, and she's not entirely sure how to respond. She doesn't want him to worry about her, but at the same time, they're going through this together. She would hope that Ted can be open and honest with her. It seems right to reciprocate.
"I miss you," she repeats. It's the one constant, every moment of every hour. "I'm doing okay. I haven't left the Brownstone since getting here. I've been doing my work online, mostly. When I need files from the NYPD or the local FBI I have them delivered. Gregson and Marcus...that's Captain Gregson and Detective Marcus Bell, we work closely with them when we're in New York. They're like family. They would love to meet you."
Now she's thinking of Ted coming to New York, and it's a wistful thought of the places she'd take him, the people she'd introduce him to. But she can't think like that right now, lest it take over some of the mental bandwidth she needs to solve the case.
"Anyway...they were there for me when Andrew died, so they know this is hard for me. They've been bringing me food, making sure I'm eating. Other than that they've been giving me space."
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"I'd love to meet them," Ted answers with a soft smile. Anyone who's like family to Joan must be pretty awesome. He's sure he'll make it to New York eventually.
"That's good." He knows space isn't always the best medicine, if they really had broken up, but in this case it's probably pretty useful. But the concern is nice anyway, cause, yeah, it is hard.
"Do you want to talk about the case...?" he offers. Because he knows she doesn't exactly have a lot of other people she can talk to about it. And it may help her not be stuck in her own head.
She sighs again, putting a hand over her eyes for a moment.
"It's tricky," she says, taking her hand away and letting it rest on the bed. "Which makes sense, Moriarty is extremely good at what she does. But usually Sherlock and I are able to identify certain patterns in her activity. There's some of that there, but not enough. I've been staring at the wall for a while, trying to make sense of it all. Oh!" She brightens. "I have a conspiracy board! Red string and everything."
Ted listens sympathetically. And then when she announces her conspiracy board, he laughs. "That's my girl!" he answers excitedly. "Gotta have the red string."
Ted does catch that. And he doesn't think it's just because she's gotten used to London. She's starting to consider him home. And that makes him surprisingly emotional. He lets it sit there for a moment before he moves on.
"So if you can't find those patterns, what makes you so sure it's this Moriarty lady?"
In that moment of silence Joan realizes what she said, and realizes the same thing Ted does. He's home for her. She's most comfortable with him, happiest with him, belongs with him. They belong together.
It's a bittersweet realization. She's reminded of how much they love each other, but also reminded of how hard it is to be apart. She puts a hand to her heart, feeling those emotions keenly.
The question is a good one. "It would be an incredible coincidence if it wasn't, considering it's her known M.O. and we were investigating her at the time. Coincidences happen, but considering how dangerous she can be, I think it's wise to assume it was her until we can prove it wasn't. And the absence of evidence isn't the evidence of absence."
"Extremely competent. And yes, usually. Although not necessarily right away. She's very good at the long game." She can tell he wants to know what she's like, so she decides to give him detail. "When I first met Sherlock, he was in really bad shape. He had hit rock bottom with his heroin addiction, and even when he was out of rehab and working with me, he was still...broken. It took a while for him to open up to me enough to tell me that what sent him into that destructive spiral was the murder of a woman he loved named Irene."
Tes listens, and his heart aches for Sherlock. He knew he'd have problems with addiction, but not how bad, nor the path that led him there. That must've been awful. He can imagine Sherlock feels bad for Joan, her almost ending up in the same situation.
"Okay... Moriarty's doing, I'm guessing?" he asks softly.
The answer to that is yes, but it's not that simple, so she doesn't answer directly. "Sherlock didn't know that at the time. He was investigating a hitman that went by M. M had a very distinct calling card. Most of the bodies of M's victims never turned up. What was left behind at the crime scenes was blood. All of the victim's blood, in a pool on the floor."
She pauses for a moment, letting that sink in.
"One day," she continues, "Sherlock went to visit Irene. And found a pool of her blood."
Ted shifts a bit, making a face. As far as murder scenes goes, it's not the worst he could think of, but it's still horrifying. And that's as an investigator, not as a loved one. He can't even imagine that part.
"Okay...?" he answers, urging her on, since there's obviously more. Though he has no idea where it's going.
"As you can probably imagine, it destroyed him. Sherlock has never been one for letting people in, letting people close. He fell in love with Irene, and then she was murdered to punish him for getting too close to M. All this happened in London. He couldn't stand to be there anymore, so he fled to New York. I met him a few months later."
She takes a breath.
"At the end of my time working with him as his sober companion, there was a murder in New York. The murderer left behind a pool of blood."
Ted listens, making occasional 'uh-huh' noises. He can imagine it would've destroyed anyone, whether they let people in easily or not. Ted wouldn't be faring well himself.
He actually gives a little gasp at the last revelation. "Jeez, I feel like I'm listening to a murder mystery podcast, but it's about people I know... Go on?"
She smiles a little at the mention of sounding like a podcast. It's an exciting life, and she would be happy to share more of it with him (in toned down terms). But this...this is deeply personal.
"M had apparently followed Sherlock to New York. Sherlock tracked him down." He had actually captured and tortured the man, but Joan's not going to tell him that part. Not right now. "And found out that M hadn't followed him, he had been sent. He didn't even know Sherlock was in New York. What's more, he had no idea that Sherlock and Irene had even been together. He was in prison when Irene was murdered."
Another pause to let that soak in.
"He had been hired by a man named Moriarty. And he was certain that Moriarty had framed him for Irene's murder and sent him to New York for Sherlock to catch him."
Ted listens, trying to wrap his mind around it. He's a visual learner, so honestly he could've used a conspiracy board himself right about now, to keep track of this.
"Okay but... Hold on..." he says, thinking. He also notes that Moriarty is supposedly a man here, and assumes that's a misdirection. "So Moriarty didn't just arrange it, he-- she.. sent Sherlock a nice little packaged criminal to catch...?"
"Pretty much, yeah. And M...his real name was Sebastian Moran...had never met Moriarty. Just received encrypted instructions via text. She would tell people she felt wouldn't respect a woman that she was a man. Or rather, she wouldn't mention gender at all and let them assume. But Moriarty sent the packaged criminal because she was fascinated by Sherlock. She wanted to toy with him, see what he would do. At that point, Sherlock went into full investigation mode to find Moriarty. He worked on it for weeks." She smiles faintly. "You should have seen the conspiracy board for that one. Full-on wall of crazy. At one point he had pinned up a picture of Napoleon, written on it that Moriarty was 'the Napoleon of crime.'"
She remembers Sherlock so intent on that wall, making connections that would then vanish into the ether, thinking he'd found answers when really they were only more questions.
"It went nowhere. Eventually he had to take it all down. And we moved on. That's when I started training to be a detective. A couple months later, we were contacted by Moran, who said Moriarty had sent another hitman to New York. That led us on a wild goose chase, trying to find the killer, then trying to find who hired him, which led us to a man who was going to give Sherlock answers before he was shot by a sniper while he was three feet away from Sherlock. Then Moran committed suicide, because Moriarty told him that either he kill himself or she would kill his sister."
From what Ted's hearing, Moriarty sounds like a full-on supervillain. Which is pretty wild. That there are actually people like that.
He does chuckle a bit at the 'Napoleon of crime' bit.
And then he very much sobers after that. "Holy moly..." he murmurs, which is an understatement. The extortion bit is pretty awful, and Ted is definitely not going to dwell on that part. That's exactly the kind of thing he doesn't want to spend too much time considering.
"Alright, but... You said you'd caught Moriarty once, right?"
"I did," she says. "But there's a couple more pieces you need to know. After Moran died, we were contacted my Moriarty. Or rather, someone who said they were Moriarty. He gave us a case, promising information on what happened to Irene if we solved it. We did, and Sherlock received a text with an address. It was this mansion outside the city that hadn't been lived in in years. We went inside to look around."
"Wait, what?" he asks, which is probably exactly the reaction Joan would expect from him. "You're kidding me, right?" he asks rhetorically, because they both know she's definitely not. "Wait, wait, wait, alive or dead?" Because he thinks she's implying she was alive, but he needs to double-check that part.
She did in fact expect that reaction. Her reaction had not been very far off.
"Alive. And traumatized. She told us she had been kidnapped and that her captor had played mind games with her, making her believe seven years had passed, when it was only 18 months. As you can imagine, Sherlock couldn't handle the investigation into what had happened to her. He didn't want to leave her side."
She understands that feeling now, and is grateful anew that Sherlock dove into the investigation of Ted's kidnapping while Joan stayed by Ted's side.
"So I did the investigation. Irene was an artist, and her captors had supplied her with canvases and paints. One of the paints, a certain shade of blue, was rare. I was able to trace it to a particular art store, and they were able to tell me who bought it. Unfortunately, the suspect found out that we were at his house, and ran."
She pauses, takes a breath.
"Meanwhile, Sherlock was getting ready to leave the country with Irene, to go someplace where they would both be safe. While she was getting ready to go, Sherlock noticed that she had recently had a mole removed from her shoulder."
She pauses to let him absorb that for a moment.
"He knew that if she had truly been held captive," she continues softly, "they wouldn't have taken her to a doctor, much less a surgeon."
Again: Ted can't imagine going through this. Or... now he thinks he can imagine maybe a sliver of what Irene went through. And he hadn't even gotten that much of the mind games treatment. Turner had tried, but honestly he hadn't been very good at it. If it hadn't been for the abuse, he doubts it would've made much of an impact on Ted.
He listens intently to the story - he almost has to remind himself that it's not just a story. As she pauses, he frowns. When she continues, he sits up, following the train of thought.
"Wait... So... Wait..." he says, eyes darting around as he tries to connect the dots. Obviously she's saying she was never held captive.
But then that would mean... she was willingly faking it? She faked her own death too?
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He doesn't want them to know how bad it got for several reasons. For one thing, because it's horrifying, and they don't need to know. For another, he doesn't want them to pussyfoot around him.
And then... Well, it feels... private? And he thinks it messed with him more than he's fully aware of still, and he doesn't really want anyone else to know the details of all that.
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She only wishes she could be there with him as he works through it. It makes it all the more frustrating that the case seems to be going nowhere.
"Yeah, Chapman wasn't exactly discreet." There were any number of people who have gone on record as having heard the man threaten to do violent things to Ted. The problem is that isn't exactly unusual. Threatening to beat up someone over football is practically a national pastime.
She notes that Ted uses the man's first name. It's so Ted, still wanting to be personable even with someone who did horrible things to him.
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"What about you? How's everything going?" he asks. It's a general question, but he knows Joan gets focused on her work, so he assumes the answer is mostly going to be about the case.
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"I miss you," she repeats. It's the one constant, every moment of every hour. "I'm doing okay. I haven't left the Brownstone since getting here. I've been doing my work online, mostly. When I need files from the NYPD or the local FBI I have them delivered. Gregson and Marcus...that's Captain Gregson and Detective Marcus Bell, we work closely with them when we're in New York. They're like family. They would love to meet you."
Now she's thinking of Ted coming to New York, and it's a wistful thought of the places she'd take him, the people she'd introduce him to. But she can't think like that right now, lest it take over some of the mental bandwidth she needs to solve the case.
"Anyway...they were there for me when Andrew died, so they know this is hard for me. They've been bringing me food, making sure I'm eating. Other than that they've been giving me space."
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"That's good." He knows space isn't always the best medicine, if they really had broken up, but in this case it's probably pretty useful. But the concern is nice anyway, cause, yeah, it is hard.
"Do you want to talk about the case...?" he offers. Because he knows she doesn't exactly have a lot of other people she can talk to about it. And it may help her not be stuck in her own head.
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"It's tricky," she says, taking her hand away and letting it rest on the bed. "Which makes sense, Moriarty is extremely good at what she does. But usually Sherlock and I are able to identify certain patterns in her activity. There's some of that there, but not enough. I've been staring at the wall for a while, trying to make sense of it all. Oh!" She brightens. "I have a conspiracy board! Red string and everything."
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You gotta take joy in the simple pleasures.
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"I'd send you a picture, but that's probably not the best of ideas right now. I'll take one, though, and show it to you when I get back home."
The word "home" comes out instead of "to London."
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"So if you can't find those patterns, what makes you so sure it's this Moriarty lady?"
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It's a bittersweet realization. She's reminded of how much they love each other, but also reminded of how hard it is to be apart. She puts a hand to her heart, feeling those emotions keenly.
The question is a good one. "It would be an incredible coincidence if it wasn't, considering it's her known M.O. and we were investigating her at the time. Coincidences happen, but considering how dangerous she can be, I think it's wise to assume it was her until we can prove it wasn't. And the absence of evidence isn't the evidence of absence."
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"So, Moriarty. Competent lady? Usually gets what she wants?" he asks, trying to get a sense for her.
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"Okay... Moriarty's doing, I'm guessing?" he asks softly.
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She pauses for a moment, letting that sink in.
"One day," she continues, "Sherlock went to visit Irene. And found a pool of her blood."
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"Okay...?" he answers, urging her on, since there's obviously more. Though he has no idea where it's going.
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She takes a breath.
"At the end of my time working with him as his sober companion, there was a murder in New York. The murderer left behind a pool of blood."
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He actually gives a little gasp at the last revelation. "Jeez, I feel like I'm listening to a murder mystery podcast, but it's about people I know... Go on?"
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"M had apparently followed Sherlock to New York. Sherlock tracked him down." He had actually captured and tortured the man, but Joan's not going to tell him that part. Not right now. "And found out that M hadn't followed him, he had been sent. He didn't even know Sherlock was in New York. What's more, he had no idea that Sherlock and Irene had even been together. He was in prison when Irene was murdered."
Another pause to let that soak in.
"He had been hired by a man named Moriarty. And he was certain that Moriarty had framed him for Irene's murder and sent him to New York for Sherlock to catch him."
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"Okay but... Hold on..." he says, thinking. He also notes that Moriarty is supposedly a man here, and assumes that's a misdirection. "So Moriarty didn't just arrange it, he-- she.. sent Sherlock a nice little packaged criminal to catch...?"
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She remembers Sherlock so intent on that wall, making connections that would then vanish into the ether, thinking he'd found answers when really they were only more questions.
"It went nowhere. Eventually he had to take it all down. And we moved on. That's when I started training to be a detective. A couple months later, we were contacted by Moran, who said Moriarty had sent another hitman to New York. That led us on a wild goose chase, trying to find the killer, then trying to find who hired him, which led us to a man who was going to give Sherlock answers before he was shot by a sniper while he was three feet away from Sherlock. Then Moran committed suicide, because Moriarty told him that either he kill himself or she would kill his sister."
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He does chuckle a bit at the 'Napoleon of crime' bit.
And then he very much sobers after that. "Holy moly..." he murmurs, which is an understatement. The extortion bit is pretty awful, and Ted is definitely not going to dwell on that part. That's exactly the kind of thing he doesn't want to spend too much time considering.
"Alright, but... You said you'd caught Moriarty once, right?"
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"And found Irene."
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"Alive. And traumatized. She told us she had been kidnapped and that her captor had played mind games with her, making her believe seven years had passed, when it was only 18 months. As you can imagine, Sherlock couldn't handle the investigation into what had happened to her. He didn't want to leave her side."
She understands that feeling now, and is grateful anew that Sherlock dove into the investigation of Ted's kidnapping while Joan stayed by Ted's side.
"So I did the investigation. Irene was an artist, and her captors had supplied her with canvases and paints. One of the paints, a certain shade of blue, was rare. I was able to trace it to a particular art store, and they were able to tell me who bought it. Unfortunately, the suspect found out that we were at his house, and ran."
She pauses, takes a breath.
"Meanwhile, Sherlock was getting ready to leave the country with Irene, to go someplace where they would both be safe. While she was getting ready to go, Sherlock noticed that she had recently had a mole removed from her shoulder."
She pauses to let him absorb that for a moment.
"He knew that if she had truly been held captive," she continues softly, "they wouldn't have taken her to a doctor, much less a surgeon."
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He listens intently to the story - he almost has to remind himself that it's not just a story. As she pauses, he frowns. When she continues, he sits up, following the train of thought.
"Wait... So... Wait..." he says, eyes darting around as he tries to connect the dots. Obviously she's saying she was never held captive.
But then that would mean... she was willingly faking it? She faked her own death too?
"Wait, so either Moriarty helped her, or...?"
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