Welcome one and all to the sequel of I Spy...I've decided to take fan help in this story meaning in your reviews say what you want to happen and I will make it so, also regular reviews are welcome, if you have not yet read I Spy you'll need to read it first. You control the action this time around.

~Bun Bun

Usual disclaimer I own nothing,

Story contains Slash, mpreg, drama, bouts of angst,

Text styles

SH& MH

GL JW ~RH~

Chapter 1: Act 5

John looked across the flat at his fiancée who was studying another parenting book and cataloging it word for word in his mind palace. "Sher…you've been reading all morning, you're perfectly informed about how to be a great mum…" John remarked as he walked over to the couch where Sherlock was and took the book from him and folded the top of the page and dropped it on the ever increasing stack of books. "But John, I'm going to be a horrible parent, Donovan said so… she said I was going to ruin our child," Sherlock said looking down as he sniffled. John bristled seeing the love of his life hurt. "Don't worry I'll make sure she gets what's coming to her for that, and you're going to show her that you're going to be a perfect parent we both are we've had quite a bit of practice with the twins," John replied as he leaned over Sherlock and gave him a quick kiss on the lips.

Before they could deepen the kiss Sherlock's phone chirped with a text. Pulling away John grabbed the phone

Sherlock, got a case… could use some help be over in twenty with the file-GL

We'll be glad to help of course Sherlock can't leave the flat doctor's orders-JW

Sherlock pouted when he saw the text that there was a case but he wasn't allowed to leave the flat under so called 'doctor's orders' "John… I'm not an invalid I can leave the flat," Sherlock said as he looked at his soon to be husband. "Sherlock you're eight months pregnant and you had a preterm labor scare three days ago just walking to Tesco's with me so I'm putting my foot down as your soon to be husband and doctor it's not safe for you to be running around London right now… what would happen if you went into labor early out on a case?" John asked knowing that Sherlock knew the answer already. Huffing in annoyance Sherlock looked out the window for a moment before looking back at John.

"It would mean possibly losing the baby due to under developed lungs or some other health concern," Sherlock rattled off as he put his hand over his mouth and looked out the window again. John gave a weak smile as he leaned over and kissed the top of Sherlock's head. "I'm going to grab my laptop from the bedroom," John said as he got up from the couch and walked into the bedroom and grabbed his laptop off of the dresser where he had left it the night before and grabbing a fresh cup of tea from the kettle. Taking a seat at his chair John turned his laptop on and started to type one handed in his blog when he heard footsteps on the stairs.

Before he could look up John heard the door to the flat open. "Sherlock… John…good morning," Lestrade said his hands weighed down with a small stack of files. "George…what case do you have now? Sherlock asked looking away from the window over to the DI in his flat. "It's Greg, and it's big case triple homicide the problem is we can't figure out what killed them, hopefully you can," Lestrade said handing the case files over. Taking the files Sherlock looked at the other man for a moment before opening the file and reading the reports and sees the crime scene photos attached.

John put his laptop down for a moment and motioned for Lestrade to follow him into the kitchen while Sherlock went over the case. "I was wondering if you would be my best man. I know Sherlock is planning on asking Sherrinford to be his when we finally have the wedding, originally he was going to ask Mycroft but they had a bit of a tiff last week and now they aren't speaking… which for Sherlock's stress level it's a blessing now he's not as agitated," John remarked. Lestrade nodded "No of course I'll be your best man… it's a real honour for you to ask even," Lestrade replied with a smile.

"Lestrade are you serious that you could not solve this?" Sherlock asked as he got to his feet with some trouble before walking into the kitchen his hand on his lower back. "You solved it already?" Lestrade asked stunned seeing the file in Sherlock's hand. "It was easy the file states that these three were eating dinner when they died correct…it was a poisoning not one easily found on a toxicology screening… but only two people were supposed to die the third death was an accident contaminated rice that had come in contact with the poisoned sushi… check the one who didn't have the life insurance policy," Sherlock said handing the file over with some force. "Next time don't waste my time with something so trivial," he added as he went back toward the couch.

Following the consultant Lestrade looked at the case file photos of the crime scene. "How did you deduce that they had sushi that wasn't even in the file we didn't know until they were cut open," Lestrade said. Looking up as he sat down Sherlock scoffed. "Really, it surprises me how dim-witted everyone around me is at times… the scrap of seaweed on the plate in the photo under the first victim's chin not to mention the grains of rice on the counter next to the knife… it's quiet obvious," Sherlock quipped trying to stretch out on the couch and get comfortable despite his size which made everything shift and crush other things.

Clearing his throat John helped Lestrade clean up the file from the table. "He gets even ruder than normal when the baby keeps kicking all night… let me walk you downstairs, Sherlock stay right there I mean it," John warned as he walked down the stairs with Lestrade. "You have the patience of a saint John to even consider marrying him, until the wedding day I'm going to wish you all the luck in the world," Lestrade said as he walked out the front door toward his car.

Walking back upstairs John sighed as he looked at Sherlock who was stuck reaching for his mobile. "You know you were being more of an arse than usual to him, and I would like it if you didn't drive away my best man I don't have many others to ask who you approve of," John remarked as he grabbed the mobile and handed it to the other man. "It's not my fault John; your child keeps kicking me all night forcing me to get up to use the loo all night…" Sherlock complained. "Our child… you had a hand in creating them too remember," John replied with a smile as he saw Sherlock wrinkle his nose a bit at the details.

"Yes I remember, it's quite a hard night to forget… it is held in a special room in my mind palace," Sherlock remarked as he began to rapidly text. "Who are you texting?" John asked curiously. "My brother in law…while he's on maternity leave Ren has been keeping me company through texts, he has been helping me track if any contractions I feel are false or not," Sherlock remarked not looking away from the mobile screen in front of his face. "Wait how long have you been having contractions?" John asked ignoring the first half of the reply. "They're Braxton Hicks John, nothing to worry about Ren told me not to worry unless my water breaks, and it hasn't yet so please don't worry… worry lines don't look good on you," he said tilting the mobile so he could look at John.

Sighing John rubbed his forehead and mumbled something about being the doctor in the family before going to the kitchen to make tea. Making two cups John made sure to put less sugar than normal in Sherlock's mug. Walking back to the couch he put the mugs down as he helped Sherlock sit up and handed him his mug with a small kiss. Sherlock smirked at the kiss; he had become more accustomed to the social action of showing affection through small kisses. Sipping his tea Sherlock made a small face at the fact there was less sugar though he finished the contents of the mug quickly.

"I've got to run to Tesco's again for something for dinner are you going to be alright if I leave you alone or do I have to ask Mrs. Hudson to come up here?" John asked with a smile. "I'll be fine I've got not to do since you locked away all my equipment and cleaned the fridge of all my experiments," Sherlock remarked. Leaving the flat and heading to the shop John thought about the rest of his life with Sherlock and their child. Grabbing the milk and some other things for dinner John paid for everything and began the walk home. Arriving at the flat John put everything away and saw Sherlock still texting away still. "So things are still good no more false contractions?" John asked as he watched his fiancée.

Sherlock nodded then stopped and felt a stab of pain in his midsection causing him to roll onto his side and curl up. "John… something… something wrong…it… it hurts…" the younger man cried out putting his arm over his stomach as the pain started to increase. Letting his worry take over John was at Sherlock's side in the blink of an eye.

Seeing the younger man show pain scared John as he quickly went through his medical training knowing that it was possibly preterm labor. "Mrs. Hudson I need help!" John yelled as he held Sherlock's hand as their landlady rushed up the stairs. "I need you to keep him calm…I've got to call for an ambulance and Mycroft's doc-" John was cut off by his mobile ringing as he saw Mycroft's number he gave a sigh of relief, "I need an ambulance fast and your doctor Sherlock's in preterm labor," John said trying to control his worry as it ate at him.

"Ren has already called they will be there soon, we'll meet you at the hospital," Mycroft said before hanging up and helping Ren get their children ready.

Holding Sherlock's hand through the entire ride to the hospital John kept his free hand on the necklace Sherlock had given him. Going inside John saw his future brother's in laws waiting both holding one of their sons in their arms. Watching Sherlock being pulled away John stood there stunned for a moment before walking over to his family and dropping in a plastic chair and shook. Ren sat down beside the other man and put his hand on John's knee. "They are prepared we made sure of it when we got here, everything is going to be fine John no matter what happens," Ren said softly as he looked at the worried man. Before John could respond Lestrade ran up to the trio with Sherrinford and Molly in tow.

"What the hell happened, I just saw him less than an hour ago and he was fine," the DI said looking at the others. John wrung his hands a few times before speaking. "He was fine we were talking about texting Ren and Braxton Hicks contractions after I came back from Tesco's… the next thing I know he's doubled over in pain saying something's wrong…oh God… what if the… what if we lose the baby…or what… what if I lose them both" John said as he raised his hand to his mouth and rubbed hard in worry before putting it back in his lap as his leg bounce in nervousness.

Putting his hand back over his mouth John felt it shake as he waited for any news from the doctors about Sherlock's condition. After the longest thirty-five minutes of his life John watched Mycroft move away from Ren's side and talk with the doctor that had come down the hall from the room they had brought Sherlock to. John watched with baited breath as Mycroft returned adjusting Mitchell on his hip. "He's going to be fine…they stopped the contractions and have started a course of corticosteroids to help the baby's lungs grow faster. They want to keep Sherlock for a couple days for observation and prepare for possible early delivery," Mycroft said as he looked at his future brother in law.

"I'm going to go sit with him you don't have to stay…" John said softly as he got up and walked down the hall toward the room where Sherlock and saw him lying in the bed. Heading into the room John perched himself quietly on the bed and took Sherlock's hand in his. "Sher, you scared the hell out of me…" John said rubbing his thumb over the back of Sherlock's hand. "Mmm… John…is the baby alright?" Sherlock asked opening his eyes. "Yeah, the baby is fine…you're both fine," John remarked as he held the other man's hand still.

Pushing himself up a bit, Sherlock looked at his flat mate turned lover only to be pushed back down onto the bed. "John, I've been thinking…I want to know the sex of the baby so we can think of names…" Sherlock said. Smiling John got up and left the room for a moment and came back with the doctor and an ultrasound machine. "Well someone's anxious to know more about their baby, as you know this gel is cold," the doctor warned as he put it on Sherlock's abdomen and began to look. After a moment he smiled and turned the screen to John and Sherlock.

"Well gentlemen you're having a girl…and other than the little hiccup in your pregnancy she's looking very healthy," the doctor said with a smile as he started to put the machine away. John couldn't stop smiling as he helped Sherlock clean the gel off. "Do you want me to tell the others or do you want to wait to surprise them?" John asked softly. Sherlock thought for a moment with a smile. "I think we should wait but I already thought of a name…Elsa Marie Holmes-Watson…or Watson-Holmes…whichever you like better," Sherlock said softly with an added yawn.

John smiled "Holmes-Watson is perfect and you should get some rest I'm going to go speak to your brother don't do anything while I'm gone I know you Sherlock so stay in that bed until I return," John said as he left the room and found Mycroft waiting for him alone. "Where are Ren and the boys?" John asked looking around. "Mummy took them home for now Ren will return later once the boys are settled; speaking of settled how is my brother doing?" Mycroft responded keeping himself professional.

"Sherlock's doing fine thanks to you and Ren, I know before I told you to take the cameras out of the flat but if it wasn't for those bloody cameras Sherlock and I would probably have been waiting for those ambulances a lot longer than we were, I owe you more than a thank you Mycroft you saved my family…I will always be in your debt for that," John said with a small smile as he returned to the private room and found Sherlock waiting for him. Sitting on the edge of the bed John held Sherlock close.

After the longest four days in the hospital John found himself at Sherlock's side in the delivery room holding his hand. Trying to keep the younger man calm John started to talk about anything he could think of from a new case Lestrade had to bees. "John… shut up… please," Sherlock mumbled as the nurse gave him some more pain medication to help with the intense contractions. Smiling John rubbed his thumb on the back of Sherlock's hand to show him that he wasn't leaving. When the doctor arrived he smiled at the two men before checking to see how far along Sherlock was. "Well looks like your little girl is just about ready to come into the world I can see some minor crowning," he said with a smile as a nurse came up behind him to give him Sherlock's stats. "Okay Sherlock, as soon as you get the urge I want you to push," the doctor said and he snapped a pair of gloves on.

Sherlock whimpered at another contraction as he looked up at his soon to be husband, as soon as he felt the urge to push he began to bear down until he was tired. Waiting for the next urge Sherlock opened his eyes and saw John smiling down at him. "One more giant push Sherlock," John said softly as he felt Sherlock grip his hand tightly as pushed again until he heard the doctor tell him that the baby was out. "Well Dad… you want to cut the cord?" John gave a small chuckle and cut the cord as he caught sight of his daughter. He watched the nurses check her over before wrapping her up and handing her over to John.

"Name for the birth certificate love," one nurse said with a smile. "Elsa Marie Holmes-Watson, mother Sherlock Holmes and father John Hamish Watson" John said rocking his daughter a bit as he walked over and held her so Sherlock could see her. "She's so beautiful John…" Sherlock said softly as he felt his eyes grow heavy.

Letting the nurse take Elsa to give her a full check up and take her footprints; John excused himself for a moment and walked out to the waiting area where everyone was waiting for information. "Elsa Marie Holmes-Watson," he said with a smile as everyone milled around him and congratulated him. "Thank you all for being here for us, I'll let Sherlock know you all were here," John said as he went back into the room and found the nurses preparing to move Sherlock to a private room to rest. Following the nurse and Sherlock's wheel chair to the private room John looked at the nurse. "Thank you," John said softly as he helped Sherlock into the bed and took the seat by Sherlock's bed before getting comfortable. Falling asleep in the chair John held Sherlock's hand in his.

Waking the next morning with a kink in his neck John groaned softly as he opened his eyes, it took him a moment to realize that the room was filled with things for the baby. Getting up from the chair John smiled at the bassinet and crib both filled with toys, pacifiers, a wide variety of clothes and nappies, bottles and enough formula to last three months, finding the note pinned to the bassinet John smiled. 'Thought you two could use some help, Mycroft will send a van to deliver it to Baker street when Sherlock is released, Ren' Grabbing his mobile John checked the time before typing a text.

This could not have been easy to do, thank you-JW.

~Your welcome, most of it was Mycroft and his mother's doing, she bought everything he got it into the hospital after you two fell asleep~- RH

John smiled at the text

Sherlock is still resting I'm about to check on Elsa I'll send you a picture later-JW

~Okay~-RH

Leaving the room after checking on Sherlock John walked down the hall and was pointed to the nursery by a nurse, searching the small group of babies he spotted his daughter and smiled at her. "Dr Watson… would you like to hold her?" A nurse asked coming out of the nursery. Nodding John walked into the nursery and took his daughter from the nurse. "Well good morning Elsa…your Grand mum bought you so many things that you will love," John said softly so he wouldn't wake the other new-borns. "You are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen?" John asked "You're her father you're always going to think she is more beautiful than any other child," Sherlock said from behind John. Turning around John smiled at Sherlock and showed him their daughter. "She is quite beautiful John… I can't wait to study her, of course Mycroft expressly forbade me from running tests on his sons," Sherlock remarked with a bored sigh.

"Brilliant man, I'm agreeing with him…no tests on our daughter Sherlock, medical miracle or not she is not an experiment to run tests on," John said as he adjusted Elsa in his arms. "But John… she was created from an experiment and I need to know if there could be any possible health risks for her or the boys, I am doing this to help and not just to sate my own curiosity," Sherlock remarked as he took Elsa and held her for the first time. "I guess if it's for medical reasons then you can run a few small tests," John agreed hoping he was doing the right thing.

Seeing that Elsa was falling asleep again Sherlock put her down carefully and walked back to his room with John at his side. "I'm bored John… I've been stuck in this hospital for a week and I need to go home," Sherlock whined as John made him get back into bed. "I'll go talk to your doctor about releasing you, but Elsa might have to stay longer since she came early," John said as he placed a kiss on Sherlock's forehead. "Then I don't want to leave… George can bring me cases, I'll stay with Elsa as long as she's here, I know that you will have to return to work tomorrow," Sherlock said as he sat down in the chair by Elsa.

"I can take some time off if you want…and again it's Greg…" John offered only to have Sherlock look up at him quickly. "No… you should work John, besides you work here at this hospital you can come see us any time," Sherlock said holding Elsa's small hand in his large hand. "She has your eyes I've noticed, of course that is genetics" the younger man remarked with a small chuckle. Taking his mobile out John snapped a quick photo of Sherlock holding Elsa's hand. "Genetics or not she is our miracle," John said standing by Sherlock's side and put his hand on Sherlock's shoulder. "You should go back to bed Sher…I'll walk you back," he added softly. Helping the younger man up from the chair John walked his fiancée back to his room and put him to bed. "Can you stay, for a while to keep me from being bored…well more bored than I am," Sherlock requested.

Chuckling John sat on the edge of the bed. "Well what kind of husband to be would I be if I left you here bored for the nurses to deal with," reaching over John played with Sherlock's hair a bit that had gotten a bit longer over the months they were apart. Feeling the necklace Sherlock had given him against his chest John gave a small smile. Sitting with Sherlock and talking about their wedding plans John couldn't help but smile when Sherlock got annoyed at the thought of having more than immediate family at the ceremony. "Sherlock…we're only going to be married once they want to see it," John argued knowing he would probably fold in the end. The younger man smiled knowing he was winning the argument.

Looking up at the sound of a knock on the door John noticed the young nurse Clara who had been assigned to Sherlock and Elsa's care. "Dr Watson, I've come to take Elsa back for a feeding," Clara said with a smile. "She's… not here…we left her in the nursery an hour ago…" John said getting up slowly worry all over his face. The young woman looked at John puzzled. "Oh, the maybe your brother still has her, have you seen him?" she asked hoping to solve the problem quickly.

"I don't have a brother… I only have a sister, Harriet… but she goes by Harry," John said trying to keep from bursting out in anger at the young woman. "But… your brother Harry Watson came to the nursery about thirty minutes ago and said he was bringing her here…" Clara said worried that the man was not who he said he was.

It took the army doctor a moment to realize that Sherlock's breathing had changed, turning around he was greeted by the younger man's breathing becoming more rapid and in shorter and shorter bursts. "Sher… breathe… you're having a panic attack… you have to breathe," John said as he put his hands careful on Sherlock's shoulders to snap him out of the attack. Gasping for air Sherlock allowed himself to be pulled into John's arms.

Once he had Sherlock calmed down enough to leave Sherlock alone John instructed the nurse to call security and give them a description of the man who she had seen with their child. Pulling out his mobile he sent a text to Mycroft and Ren before calling Lestrade and informing him of their missing child.

When Lestrade arrived at the hospital he found Mycroft barking orders at a group of men, walking past the group Lestrade found Sherrinford and John talking with a young nurse who was near tears as she described the man. Sherrinford sketched the man before showing it to Clara. When she nodded it was the man he showed it to John.

"Moriarty…he has our daughter," John said looking back into Sherlock's room where Ren was sitting on the bed with Sherlock keeping him calm. "No one is to say anything to Sherlock, we have to find Elsa," John said taking control. Standing at John's side Lestrade felt at a loss as to why he was there. "John it seems like you and Mycroft have this under control, what good am I going to be?" the detective asked.

John looked at his friend and took in a deep breath. "I need you to get the word out to the police about Elsa, I've already texted you the only photo I have of her, make sure everyone knows…" John barked worrying about his daughter.

"We'll find her John, trust me every available officer and detective will be on this case I promise," Greg said trying to keep his friend calm as he put a hand on his shoulder. "I know…I'm going to go sit with Sher," John said walking into the room taking over for Ren. "He's asleep, the nurse gave him a light sedative and I sang him to sleep," Ren remarked getting off the bed slowly.

"Thank you, for sitting with him…" John said as he took the open spot on the bed and sitting beside Sherlock and holding his lover's hand. Ren walked to the door and stopped when he saw Mycroft walk into view carrying their niece. "One of the maintenance workers found her in the laundry room," Mycroft said in a low tone knowing John could still hear him. John looked up and saw his daughter being held by her uncle. "Elsa…" John said softly as he got up from the bed and took her from Mycroft. Holding his daughter close John refused to let her go when the nurses came to check on her.

Standing aside Mycroft put a protective arm around his husband and walked him out of the room past two guards he hired to stand guard over the new family. Walking to Lestrade and the others Mycroft looked at the DI and his youngest brother who was by the window on his mobile calling off his own men in the search for his niece. "You can call off your dog's inspector we found her…along with this…" Mycroft said pulling an envelope out of his breast pocket keeping it out of Lestrade's reach when he reached for it. "Don't worry Lestrade… we'll take care of this, why don't you go see how Sherrinford is you two have become quite close recently," Mycroft said with a knowing smirk as he released Ren and walked off to call of the search.

"How... how does he?" Lestrade started to ask looking at the other man with a stunned and impressed look on his face. Ren smiled and watched Mycroft retreating from them. "My husband is the British government remember he sees all and knows all...well almost all…you have no idea how hard it is to hide something from him," he added moving his hand over his newly toned stomach. After a moment the information clicked in Lestrade's brain. "Oh… well I guess congratulations are in order, I'm sure that Mycroft will be ecstatic when he finds out," The DI said as he excused himself and went to Sherrinford's side and waited for him to finish his call before talking to him.

Mycroft returned after a couple minutes and noticed Ren was lost in his own thoughts. "Are you okay?" Mycroft asked trying to read his husband with little luck. "Oh, yes fine," Ren remarked jumping a bit having been so lost in his thoughts. "With these guards, I think Sherlock, John and Elsa will be fine… why don't we go home to our family," Ren said softly. Nodding Mycroft followed his husband down the hall as he slipped his mobile of his pocket with his free hand and sent a quick to the guards informing them if anything happened to his brother or niece their lives were forfeit.