"Where's Evie?" asked Sherlock as John entered the room,
"Urm…gone shopping I think, she told you" answered john, picking up the mail and scanning through.
"Wasn't listening, too busy thinking" said Sherlock as he stared at the wall.
"What are you even thinking about, we're meant to be taking a break, a holiday?"
"I was just… never mind, where is Evie again?" called Sherlock as John walked off into the kitchen.
"God Sherlock I know more about her movements than you do and she's not even my girlfriend…"
"No she's mine, Sarah's yours"
"Yes thank you for that, she's just as clever as you Sherlock, maybe more so, not in the same way but she's brilliant" wittered John, he took his usual seat in the arm chair opposite the sofa.
20 minutes later they heard, "hey I'm back, can someone give me a hand with these?" called Evie from the hallway.
"Yep" replied John. Evie was a blond girl of 28, jet green eyes, porcelain skin and reached 5ft 6.
"How was the shop, busy as usual?" asked John as they carried the bags upstairs,
"Yeah very" Evie answered, they put the bags on the counter and headed back for the second lot. Sherlock had disappeared into his room.
The afternoon drifted by and turned into evening; Sarah arrived back from work, bringing Chinese. The evening was spent reliving cases and watching what were in Sherlock view, pointless shows.
"Okay I think we're going to turn in" said john as the clock reached 11:00pm.
"Yeah we should I have work again tomorrow" agreed Sarah, she cleared the plates away and followed john into their room.
"We should go too" said Evie, "I'm really tired"
"Really? You never get tired?" questioned Sherlock, they were happily lying out on the sofa together and he was in no hurry to move.
"I'm just feeling rather tired that's all." Said Evie.
"Okay", they shut their door behind them and the flat fell silent.
Sarah was woken by the sounds coming from the bathroom; she headed towards the noise and found Evie leaning over the toilet.
"Evie are you okay…?"
"Yeah…I'm okay" answered Evie, she sat up facing her. Sarah bent down to help her up and took Evie back into the kitchen. It was only about 7:15 but everyone was awake except for Sherlock.
"There's coffee on the table for you both, it should be nice and strong" shouted John from the kitchen. Sarah turned on the TV and started flicking for the News channel. A little later, Sherlock emerged from the bedroom, looking tired.
"Hey…how did you sleep?" asked Evie, she was sitting on the sofa and he joined her. As he sat down he placed his arm around her and said, "Okay actually, a bit restless though."
Evie reached for her coffee as Sherlock opened the laptop. "Urmm oh god!" Evie spat her coffee over the floor. "Sorry…umm it's rather hot", Sherlock looked closely at this action, expecting something else to come of it, but when nothing did, he turned back to the laptop. The morning drifted away and changed to afternoon, John spent the afternoon organising the website, Sarah and Evie cleaned the kitchen including the oven and Sherlock yelled abuse at the guests on Jeremy Kyle.
"Okay we need to go now, we're going to the theatre." said Sarah collecting her keys, "we'll be back at 8ish. Bye!"
As the front door shut John turned back to Sherlock, "well I guess we're staying in again."
"Don't you think Evie's acting differently" Sherlock said, more as a statement than question. John looked up, alert.
"Umm, I don't know, not really, why do you say that?"
"She's just seems different, with anyone else I'd know what it was, actually I wouldn't even care, but her…I can never quite get it right" the conversation drifts off and John felt it should stay that way.
They played Cluedo for the evening, and against Johns reasoning and the Cluedo rule book, Sherlock concluded that the murderer was another character who was not listed on the board, which lived under the secret passages and managed to kill Professor Peach with arsenic. At 8:37pm the latch on the door went indicating that Evie and Sarah were back. John was in the armchair, Sherlock was reading and the contents of the Cluedo board was scattered round the room.
"Hiya" said Sarah, pecking john on the cheek.
"How was the theatre?" john asked.
"Oh it was really good" replied Sarah. Sherlock hadn't moved since they got back yet his eyes hadn't left Evie. John and Sarah walked into the kitchen and began to discuss dinner, Evie approached Sherlock. She sat down close to Sherlock and said, "Sherlock? You haven't spoken a word"
"Evie… there's something different, something about you I've completely missed" said Sherlock as he stood up.
"Sherlock, what is this about? There's nothing wrong" Evie lent back, watching him walk around the room.
"No no, what are you not telling me Evie…what's happened?" said Sherlock holding his head.
"Sherlock I am not talking to you about it now" her face began to get flushed as if she was being pressured.
From the kitchen they could hear the conversation getting louder, "we should disappear for a while" said Sarah.
"I don't think that's such a good idea, maybe just go downstairs for a bit, pop in on Mrs Hudson, but I think we might be needed later" said john before they headed out the flat.
"Evie!" he shouted, running his hands through his hair in frustration, "OH! Wait wait! I've been looking at this wrong! I've being trying to find individual things wrong instead of one this it all leads too! You diet, last night you didn't have a glass of wine even though every Saturday we watched some drivel on the TV, well I don't see the point myself but you always has a glass but yesterday you didn't! Wait the coffee! this morning you spat out the coffee saying it was hot, is wasn't hot it couldn't have been, it was sitting there for at least 30 minutes before you even touched it. You tired more, no not just more, a lot more, all the time actually owh and this morning, you went to the bathroom when you came back your breath, it was acidic, like you'd been throwing up! And everything leads…" he stopped and turned to face her. "You're pregnant"
Sherlock looked unbelievingly at Evie; he stood and walked, turned and then said, "Am I correct?" His voice was cracking and husky, like he had just been strangled. Hundreds of things were rushing through his head, how could he have missed this!
"Yes" said Evie.
"How did this happen? We used…you know…" said Sherlock.
"I know."
"How could I have missed this!" said Sherlock.
The conversation died for a while but the stress was getting to Evie and her legs began to wobble. As Sherlock paced the room, Evie waited for him to speak. The atmosphere was unrecognisable, she had never seen Sherlock like this… completely and utterly perplexed.
After a few minutes Sherlock joined Evie on the sofa, they were both calmer, realising that they now actually needed to talk.
Sarah turned to John and said, "What do you thinks going on in there? What's this about anyway?" they were sitting on the bottom of the stairs, waiting.
"I have no idea" said John as he stood up to stretch his legs.
"When did you realise?" asked Sherlock, his voice had become deep and gentle, like it was when they were alone. She understood his actions and reasoning because she was the same, neither of them knew why people acted and thought the way they di,d but Evie had learned to understand, whereas Sherlock was still learning.
"Not very long ago, only yesterday morning. If you saw the signs why didn't you say anything?"
Sherlock sat back, took a deep breath and said, "I didn't see them, well I did but I saw them separately, not together, I didn't add anything up…until now. Does anyone else know?" he asked, turning his head so their eyes now met.
"No I don't think so, Sarah heard me throwing up this morning but she didn't say anything, we'll have to tell her properly though, and John of course, eventually they will find out… unless…"
"No… just no" Sherlock's smile flickered away just as quickly as it came. His reply wasn't angry, just a reassuring yet firm 'no'. "You're sure you're pregnant, right?"
"Yes as sure as I can be" Evie said.
"Yes but have you done tests and things? Made sure"
"I've done 4 tests from over the counter but not bloods yet. I was going to do them yesterday but I thought it was better to tell you first." Explained Evie, she felt calmer now they were talking but her stomach was still churning.
"Okay so bloods, we need to do bloods" said Sherlock.
"We should probably go and get John and Sarah, I expect they're sitting on the stairs, they are going to find out soon if they haven't already. Let's tell them tomorrow, once the bloods are done and we're sure" Said Evie, she didn't know how she felt, or Sherlock and bringing John and Sarah into this now would make an already confusing situation impossible.
"Hmm okay"
It was about 9:45 by the time Evie and Sherlock appeared, Sarah and john had obviously decided to risk coming back into the flat as they were sitting around the TV watching Scott and Bailey. They turned around, waiting for someone to talk. "There's some fish in the kitchen under the grill if you'd like some?" said John.
Unsurely Sherlock said "umm yeah… I guess you had better eat something…because of …you know" he gestured to her stomach and then headed towards the kitchen.
"Thanks John" said Evie as she followed Sherlock into the kitchen. Evie and Sherlock sat on the sofa and started eating.
"Ohh god… I'm going to be sick!" said Evie, rushing to the bathroom.
Sherlock whipped round to follow her, his actions were fast yet clearly unsure whether they were he was making the right decision.
When Sherlock got to the bathroom Evie was sitting on the floor, head bent over the toilet. He sat down on the floor behind her, letting her lean on him. "Its okay" said Sherlock, rubbing Evie's back, he leant up to flush the toilet and said, "I'm sorry Evie, this must be horrible for you."
"Hhm, I know you don't actually empathise with me but thanks" said Evie, smiling.
"No I do Evie I do, I never seem to be able to with everyone else but with you, I actually understand." Evie leant back, resting her head on his shoulder. However this didn't last for long as Evie began to gag, she leant back over the toilet, emptying her stomach in the process.
Evie re-joined them in the lounge after sorting herself out. "Are you feeling okay now Evss?" asked Sherlock. He was being so caring, too caring for Sherlock; it seemed like an act or was he actually pleased about this?
"Yeah better" she said, Sherlock pulled her onto the sofa with him, putting her between him and the back of the sofa. They all sat quietly watching the TV but none of them were really watching, there was an elephant in the room.
"I'm going to bed" said Evie, "I'm exhausted".
"I was thinking of going now as well," added Sarah. At this Sherlock headed to his microscope and took out Evie's blood sample. He caught her eye and she nodded as she walked into their room.