A/N: Hi guys, this is the next installment of my Jamie, John & Sherlock series of stories. This takes place roughly 18 months after Forever Hold Thy Peace. This is likely to have two chapters (I'm half way through writing the second chapter). this is a friendship fic - no slash.

I would just like to thank Johnsarmylady for her support and kindness. Thank you so much :D (Take a look at her stories - they are excellent)

Disclaimer: Don't own, wish I did. But in better news they have finally released the air dates for series three of Sherlock (Hurray!)

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Lying In A Manger

Chapter One.

John pressed the button on his mobile to end the call and looked across at Sherlock. Placing the phone back into his jacket pocket, he took in a deep breath as he realised the full impact of the news he had just heard. A smile crept across his face, rapidly growing in intensity as his entire being radiated joy.

'What?! What is it? What's happened? ... John, what is it?!' asked Sherlock as he took a long stride over the dead body lying in the middle of the crime scene.

'That was Jamie, the baby was born ten minutes ago. I'm a granddad Sherlock. I mean, I knew I was going to be a granddad, obviously, but wow! It's incredible. Erm ... mum and baby are both fine. I just ... wow!' babbled John.

'Hey mate, that's wonderful news Gramps.' Lestrade grinned as he walked up to John and clamped a hand on his shoulder. 'Just one question, why are you still here? You've got a grandkid to welcome to the family.'

With that comment, John came to his senses and ran off towards to main road, leaving a bemused Sherlock in his wake. 'John?' Sherlock's deep baritone voice held a note of confusion as he looked between the rapidly disappearing ex-soldier and the inspector standing at his side. 'Where's he going?' he asked the grinning policeman.

Greg shook his head slightly as he realised that this was one of the social situations that Sherlock had difficulty with. Groaning quietly to himself, he wished he hadn't encouraged John to leave so quickly, he was brilliant at helping the younger detective gain greater understanding of human social interaction. Taking a deep breath, he turned and explained to Sherlock as quietly as he could, John's wish to see his first grandchild as soon as possible.

Drawing himself up to his full height, Sherlock turned back to the crime scene. Giving a derisive sniff he quickly laid out all of the clues that had been missed by the forensic officers during their initial sweep. Once he had finished his little speech, he pulled up his collar, turned towards Lestrade, gave him a slight nod and stalked away in the same direction as John had walked a few moments earlier.

When he reached the main road, it became clear to him that John must have already caught a cab, and was already on his way to the hospital. As it was not yet rush hour, the traffic wasn't too heavy, so Sherlock was able to find a taxi relatively quickly.

The journey to the hospital went smoothly and Sherlock exited the taxi outside the main reception area. Finding the maternity unit proved to be a less than fun experience as whoever had designed the layout of the building obviously had a sadistic nature. Nothing less would account for the corridors doubling back on themselves, before finally reaching their destination.

As Sherlock turned the corner into the corridor leading to the maternity unit, he saw his friend/flatmate pacing up and down at the far end near to a set of doors. Hearing footsteps coming towards him, John looked up and saw the consulting detective walk along the corridor, realising he had just left his oldest friend at the crime scene, a wave of guilt rolled over the former army surgeon. 'Sherlock, mate, God, I'm so sorry. I forgot.' John apologised as soon as Sherlock was near enough to hear him.

Sherlock waved his hand dismissively as he replied 'it's fine John. I'd finished at the scene anyway. Pretty dull case actually, barely a six.' Sherlock then took a moment to look around, a confused expression on his face, 'Why are you standing in the corridor?'

'I'm waiting to be let into the unit. All visitors have to wait to be allowed entry, it's standard practice. It's to prevent any babies being kidnapped from the wards.' John replied. Then sighing, he remarked, 'you deleted that particular nugget of information, didn't you?'

Sherlock huffed indignantly 'I've already explained to you about my brain being my hard drive, don't make me repeat myself.'

A small smile crossed John's face as he shook his head slightly, whilst turning away, as amazed as ever that his best friend had managed to survive in a world he could never completely understand, even though he was an absolute genius, for as long as he had.

Suddenly the door to the unit opened to reveal a nurse standing in the doorway. 'Mr Watson? Baby Watson's grandfather?'

John turned at the sound of his name, 'yes, that's me.' he replied his smile broadening to encompass his whole face.

'If you'd care to follow me sir?' answered the young nurse, as she moved away from the door to allow John to enter.

As John walked up to the door, Sherlock followed closely behind, bringing himself to the attention of the nurse.

'Excuse me sir, may I ask your name and who you wish to visit?' the nurse asked politely as she stepped in front of Sherlock, preventing him from entering the maternity unit. Sherlock halted his forward momentum, and looked down his nose at the young woman standing in front of him.

'My name is Sherlock Holmes, and I am here to visit my grand Godchild, Baby Watson.' Sherlock replied, allowing his voice to show his disdain at being questioned in such a manner.

John turned his head to gaze at his friend in amazement when he heard what Sherlock was calling the baby. 'I'm sorry? What did you call the baby?'

'It's quite simple John. You are Jamie's father, which makes the baby your grandchild. I am Jamie's Godfather, which obviously makes the baby my grand Godchild. Problem?' stated Sherlock calmly.

John started giggling as he realised that Sherlock was being completely serious. 'Oh mate, you are so funny, you do know that's not how it works, don't you?' asked John as they walked through the door into the maternity unit.

Sherlock turned his face away slightly as a hurt expression crossed his face. John looked across at his friend as they walked down the corridor. Seeing Sherlock's hurt demeanour he sighed, 'Mate, look I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you.'

'You didn't hurt me.' replied Sherlock petulantly

'Okay, alright. Let's go and see that grand Godchild of yours then shall we?' John smiled as they both came to a door, the card on the wall at the side stating that the Watson family were the current occupants.

A/N: Chapter two sees the latest member of the Watson family meeting John and Sherlock for the first time.