'John, listen to me. Everything will be all right.' I say even though I know it isn't true, it won't be all right. But I hope it will calm him.

'No, it won't! It will NOT be all right!' John says angry. 'Sherlock, make up your mind! I always thought you were the clever one. My wife and child are going to die.'

I lay my hands on his shoulders and push him in the nearest chair. I look at him for a moment, he is really nervous, of course. Don't get sentimental Sherlock, you're a sociopath after all. What would any other person do in this kind of situation? He would probably make some tea and comfort his best friend as much as he can. OK, tea. It will definitely taste gross since we're in a hospital so water will be the best option.

'Thanks.' He says after I give him the plastic cup, of course it doesn't sound convincing.

I get a stool and sit next to him ready to wait hour after hour, but Molly comes in surprisingly quick.

'John.' She says. 'I have good quite good news, Mary and your daughter both made it.'

John jumps up from his chair. 'You mean the bullet didn't cause any damage. That's incredible.'

'Actually, that's not true. The bullet did cause damage but you'll see.' Molly says sceptical, I can see she's hiding something. John shouldn't be as happy as he is now.

'Which room?' I ask full of curiosity.

'Oh, yes of course. 156. Third door on your left,'

Indeed, many things won't be all right. Mary is in the hospital after someone shot her while walking outside with Paige, John and Mary's newborn daughter. That's what Mycroft eventually told me after I almost broke his arm. John and I are about to walk into her room for the first time.

'John, you know this can be confronting?' I says right before he grabs the doorknob. I want to say something else to comfort him but I am speechless because there is nothing to say. That's one thing I've learned from John after living with him for years, sometimes you just have to shut up.

'I do.' He says vaguely and pushes the door open.

I follow him into the room and want to be sure I walk straight behind him. After a few moments he faints, just as I expected. From my position I can catch him by sticking my hands into his armpits and bend to lay him on the ground.

'Interesting. I thought he could handle this, he has been an army doctor after all.' Says a voice above me. It's Mycroft, around his neck hangs a stethoscope while he smiles triumphantly. It's not a surprise he led the operation, he has always been interested in shot wounds.

'You really don't know anything about human nature, do you? When he was in war he saw strangers wounded and dying and it didn't do him anything. But he just saw the woman he loves in a coma, of course he can't handle that!' I say angrily.

'I agree.' John says, who apparently just woke up. He puts his arm around my neck and I help him up.

Mary is connected to a lot of machines and is completely swollen. She was shot at the same spot I was shot by Mary herself so the shutter must be a sniper. Her hands and elbows are scratched so she fell backwards knowing that this was the way she would lost the least blood. If she fell forewords she'd have no scratches on her elbows. It is most likely that the shutter was in front of her, that would set the perfect fall. But there is a chance she was shut from the back and that she fell backwards because there was pram in her way. Either way she didn't see the shutter.

Mycroft has walked to the glass crib next to the bed and the baby inside it suddenly begins to cry. Finally, for once Mycroft doesn't know what to do. I will definitely keep this one in mind.

The baby, Paige, keeps crying but John doesn't do anything, he just stands there and keeps staring at his wife. I walk to the crib en gently take the baby out. Her body is as big as my hands, she is so fragile. I hold her up and look at her for a second. But the screaming irritates me so I turn around to lay it on top of Mary. I've read somewhere that baby's calm down simply by touching their mother. But what if the respective mother is in coma? I look around and see Molly standing in the doorpost, she has a little smile around her lips but her eyes are concerned. She points at me and taps on her shoulder. I hold the baby to my chest and lay her head on my shoulder. She immediately stops crying and closes her eyes. Her legs and arms are tugged in and she allows me to lay one hand underneath her and one hand on her back.

'John, are you all right?' I ask.

John turns around, his eyes are red and swollen. I can't take this anymore.

'Maybe it's better if we go?' Mycroft says.

'I'd better stay here.' I can hear the crackle in John's voice. 'Sherlock, will you please take care of Paige?'

If it wasn't for John I wouldn't do it. But I understand he can't take care of a baby while his wife's in coma. That and I think I like this little human on my shoulder. So I nod.

'Thanks.' Even though he tries to stay big a tear escapes from his eye.

God bless Mrs Hudson and Molly, who took a few days off to help me take care of Paige. She initially said she only was going to learn me how to change diapers and to feed John's daughter. But I'm such a fool in all those thing she practically lives at Baker street and even stays here at night. Paige sleeps in my room next to my bed and whenever she cries I take her on my chest and walk around the room. Although my hands are burning to investigate Mary's case, that's practically everything I do all day, just enjoying this little miracle John and Mary brought to life. And whenever she wets her diaper Molly or Mrs Hudson sprints to me and changes it. John texts me a lot but for some insane reasons he tells me to stay away.

The door bell rings while I'm playing the violin while Paige is sleeping on my lap. A single ring, to long to be a client. I recognize the footsteps out of thousands, it's John, Mrs Hudson must have let him in. He looks horrible, like he hasn't slept in days. And I can tell by the folding on his jumper that's the truth.

'Hello.' He says absent-minded.

'How's Mary?' I ask, I didn't even had to remind me to ask it because I'm seriously concerned.

'She's still in coma but everything is under control. The nurses send me home to relax a little so I came here. I don't want to be at my home, Sherlock, it's to quite.' He says and I'm quite shocked by the confession. John usually was an emotionally strong person, but now, he's just broken.

'Are you all right?'

'Yes, yes of course. This is about Mary now.' He's was still standing in the door post and walks over to his chair.

'You can sleep in my bed if you want.' I offer and I nod to the couch where Molly is sleeping on, she hasn't slept last night. 'The couch is taken.'

First he looks quite surprised but then he smiles. 'I'd love to. But can I first hold my little girl?'

He sits down as I place the sleeping Paige on his lap, his eyes start to twinkle.

'Thank you.' He says after a while.

For what? For taking care of his baby while his wife is in a coma? For saving his life multiple times? For killing Magnussen? For reuniting him and his wife?

'All of that.' John says without a direct reason. 'I can see you thinking. I thank you for all of that.'

'Ah, you're starting to get rather good at it.' I joke.

At that moment Paige wakes up and reaches out for her father. She grasp his finger and puts it in her mouth. It's heartbreaking to see, but I have to control my feelings. I'm a sociopath after all.

'You need some sleep. You can wear one of my shirts ' I say.

'You're right.' John passes Paige over to me and disappears into my room.

A minute later he comes back with a shirt in his hands. 'Sherlock, what's this? This is my shirt in your closet.'

'Perhaps you have forgotten it one day and I didn't mind to return it.' False, it smells like you and I've stolen it so I can sniff it, would the best answer.

'Right.' He says and returns to my room and later to the bathroom.

After an hour I can't control myself anymore en sneak into the room John's sleeping in with Paige on my shoulder. That's definitely the place she's the quietest. John's wearing one of my shirts instead of his own shirt. I realize he has woken up when I want to lay Paige in her crib. He smiles and turns so he is lying on his back. I get the hint and lay her on his chest, she immediately tucks in her arms and legs and falls asleep. I don't want to disturb this beautiful moment so I sneak away.

At night I'm facing a problem; John is still sleeping in my bed and Molly on the couch so I have to sleep on the ground or in the chairs. I decide to go for the chairs which cause the less back pain. That way I can take care of Paige, even though I don't know how to change a diaper, but I'll try. Molly has took care of her all day long. I shove John's chair to my chair to create some kind of bed and head to my room, John's room now, to get my pyjama. Although I'm doing my best to be silent I can hear John wake up.

'Sherlock, is that you?' he whispers.

'Yes.'

'Where are you going to sleep?' I can hear from the dark.

'In my chair.' I say a bit ashamed.

'Come here than.' I hear the sheets crisping as John moves to the and of the bed.

I get in and it doesn't even feel weird when I fall asleep.

I have to say I kind of enjoyed sleeping next to John, but John clearly didn't. Not that I supposed we would go spooning or anything but the hadn't looked comfortable. Not at all, he has been sweating and murmuring all night. I made sure I was out of bed before John even opened his eyes. I took a long shower and now I'm feeding Paige, I always thought taking care of a baby is something horrible to do but it isn't, I am quite enjoying it. That and you're never bored.

I hear something moving in the living room while I'm walking through the kitchen with Paige in my arms. 'Slept well?'

'Not that bad.' Says a different voice than I was expecting, it's Molly. She walks into the kitchen and starts making coffee in here colourful pyjama's. 'Want some?'

'No, I need to think as bright as possible today at the crime scene.' I say while reading the newspapers.

'Crime scene? Which one?'

'Mary's one of course. I'm dying to catch the shutter.' It's a miracle I've been occupied all these days. So I'm glad I've successfully convinced Lestrade to keep the crime scene unattached. It's been a few days and the weather must have destroyed most of the evidence but it's worth trying.

'Are you John taking with you?' Molly asks while sipping her coffee.

'Yes, of course.'

'Are you sure?'

'Yes, why not?' It's probably something social I don't get. Yet, I'm starting to get better at it.

'Well, he's going through a hard time and taking him to the place his wife was shut probably isn't going to help him. Although I'd like to see the shutter in jail.' She explains.

'True.' I've never thought about that but she has a point. But I must visit it or the case would be lost, the police always oversees the important stuff. Should I consider taking Molly with me? She has proven her usefulness before. That and I haven't really given her the attention she deserves after these days. 'Would you like to go with me?'

She looks quite surprised. 'Me? Yes, I'd like to, but how are we going to explain that to John? We kind of shut him out.'

'Don't worry, I heard everything.' A third voice says, John apparently woke up and came into the kitchen without me noticing it.

'We're sorry, I hope you understand.' Molly says.

'Not a problem, I was planning to go to the Mary with Paige anyway.'

I pretend I didn't notice he's lying and pass Paige over to him before I say: 'Good, Molly, we'll leave in five minutes.'

'Right.' She says and sprints to the bathroom.

It's just John, me and Paige sleeping in Johns arms now, not that we're never together but it surely feels different now we've slept next to each other. He is still standing in my shirt and his pants, (Thank god Molly didn't notice because it would bring some awkward situations) and he is just looking at me. I'm starting to get uncomfortable so decide to break the ice.

'You're still having nightmares, don't you?' OK, this is the worst question I could have chosen and maybe John decided to forget the night but I'm just to curious.

John seems just as overwhelmed by the question as me. 'Uhm... Yes, ever since your fall.'

I didn't see that one coming, I thought they left after he met Mary and became a happy man.

'Not about the army or anything, just life, about Mary at the moment. About every little thing you can imagine, you know?' Why is he telling this to me?

I don't understand what he's trying to say but I nod hoping he will tell me more.

'I wasn't sweating because of you, if that's what you want to know.' He says with a smile.

Am I such an open book lately or has John really become good at deducing? I don't know how to respond so I smile and walk over to my coat. 'Molly, plans have changed, we're going right now.'

Molly quickly walks in, fully clothed and a big messy bun on her head, I doesn't suit her but I won't say anything. 'Right.'

After the cab dropped us at the main entrance of a rainy Hyde Park, Molly and I have to walk a long road before we arrive completely wet at the crime scene. After a few moments of walking I get the feeling we're being followed, but I don't tell Molly, she probably doesn't know how to respond. She has been trying to impress me the whole time with things she has been reading and I was interested for a while but I'm bored quickly so I made her shut up. Not in the nicest way but it worked and now we're walking in silence.

'Tell me everything you already know.' I command Lestrade when we finally arrive.

'Mary was sitting on this bench when she was shot from behind from a small distance. There was gunpowder residue all over her back. The witnesses heard shooting noises and they saw her bleeding so an young man rang us.' Lestrade explains.

'Are you sure she was sitting right here?' I say as I walk around the wooden bench. This can't be true. According to my deductions earlier on she must have fell backwards. It doesn't make sense.

'Of course I am, she was sitting on the end of it with the pram next to her like this, facing the path in a oblique way.' Lestrade says while he draws a square in the gravel with his foot.

'I hope her clothes aren't washed yet so I can retrace if she really sat here. There's pigeon poop on the seat from at least a week old so there must be some of it on there jeans too. She had fresh scratches on her elbows so she must have fallen backwards but there is no way her elbows would hit anything in this sitting position. So she must have fallen before the accident. The question is why she had placed her pram this way. Why didn't she turned it around so she could see the baby? She came from that way.' I say pointing to my left. 'Because whenever you sit on a public bench you sit on the end. Don't know why but believe me. The pram is facing the way she came from, naturally you would face it the other way, the way you are going to. So she did it on purpose, it wasn't just a stop while walking with a baby. She was ready to leave whenever something happened. She was ready for it so it was supposed to happen. Supposed to happen at this exact place, at this bench. Now the real question is why and why here?'

I hear someone gasping from behind when I'm finished and when I turn around I see a familiar face in the distance but he's gone before I even can approach him.

'So you're saying she wasn't here by accident.' Molly says.

'No, she wasn't. She was going to meet someone.' I sigh, I thought that was pretty clear by now. That's the thing with working with John, he doesn't understand anything but more than the average human being.

'I'll make sure you get the clothes and I think you can take care of the scratches yourself.' Lestrade says. 'And how is John doing by the way?'

'It could have been better.' Molly says. I couldn't have said it better myself.

'Let's go home I'm cold.' Greg says as his hands stroke his upper arms.

'Sherlock, by the ways.' Molly turns to me. 'I think I'm going to my own house again.'

I'm secretly pleased by the thought of having the flat for me and Paige alone, and John if he wants.

'Wait a minute, are you staying in Sherlock's flat?' Greg looks at us with a gaze. 'Sherlock, I always thought you were... You know... Ah, never mind.'

'You didn't go to the hospital, did you?' I ask John when I'm home and we're sitting on the couch watching telly, he is completely concentrated. In a way it feels just like before.

'Huh... What? What did you say.' He says after a few minutes.

'That you didn't go to the hospital.' I repeat.

'How the hell did you know?' He blushes.

'You are the only person who dares to show his appreciation to my work as detective. And before you left you dropped Paige at Mrs Hudson and forgot to pick her up when you came back.' I say smiling. Why does this make me feel happy? Is it the fact that John forgets his own child or the fact that John secretly followed me while I was on a case with Molly?

John burst out in laughter. 'I shouldn't have tried anyway.'

'You could just ask it, I'll always choose you over Molly, you know.' I say with a soft voice.

'Awh, Sherlock, sometimes you're so adorable.' He leans over to me and hugs me tight.