Sherlock was awoken by the buz of his phone on the bedside table. He screwed his eyes shut even more before fumbling blindly for the culprit of the noise. He managed to glance at the caller ID before answering.

"What" Sherlock croaked

"Er Hi, sorry to bother you again... but we have another case for you"

It was Detective Inspector Lestrade

"Where and when" Sherlock replied bluntly, hand clamped over his eyes to block out the light.

Lestrade gave Sherlock brief details of where to meet up and the case itself before hanging up.

Sherlock chucked the phone down the bed, before turning over, a decision he soon regretted. the room started to spin, even with his eyes closed he could feel his body whirling inside.

'John! Aspirin!' Sherlock bellowed to the doctor in the other room

The doctor soon did as he was told and delivered 2 tablets into Sherlock's palm and a glass of water in the other

'Whats up with you the past week all you've wanted is aspirin, are you sure you're OK?' john quizzed the detective

Sherlock ignored the doctors question and continued to gulp down the tablets "Er... thanks" Sherlock croaked.

"Did you just say thanks to me?" John smirked

"Piss off" Sherlock moaned

Sherlock got up, showered and dressed and had breakfast, feeling ready for the new case before joining his friend in the living area.

'Ready?' He asked the doctor who was pulling on his jacket

'Yes' John replied as he left for the door

Sherlock pulled on his own coat, suddenly feeling queasy.. he decided to carry on regardless.

The cab pulled up outside the large school building. Sherlock was glad for the ride to be over as his throat started to sting, the feeling of needing to be sick was overwhelming almost. He kept his composure and left John to pay the cab fare, he would get it on the way back.

It was a quiet area in the country, surrounded by trees. As they entered the building, in front of them was the body of what had been identified as a male, the body had started to rot and the smell was unwelcoming to everyone surrounding it. John had to swallow hard and close his eyes just for a moment to adjust to the environment. They were met by Lestrade further into the hall. The team were getting ready to start their work after Sherlock had investigated the body.

'Hi boys, sorry about the smell but there's not much we can do.' he glanced toward Sherlock 'Are you OK?'

John noticed this as odd, when did Lestrade ever want to know about Sherlock's well being? he soon forgot about it as the came closer to the body

Sherlock felt the colour start to drain from his face. He quickly managed to shake himself together. He quietly approached the body, avoiding Lestrade who was already talking to John. He began to examine the mans shoes first, the make, where they were from, how long he had been wearing them. He got a few things from that straight away. Banker, Married once but not anymore. Then he moved on to the fingers... he carried on his deductions for a further 2 minutes before he had all he needed. He pretty much blurted out his findings to Lestrade before walking out of the building.

'Where are you going now?' Lestrade called after him

'Give me 2 minutes' he requested from the detective inspector

"What for?" Lestrade asked, getting a bit too close to Sherlock for comfort.

Sherlock didn't respond

'I'll just' John gestured toward the door, where Sherlock had gone through. Any chance for some fresh air... Once outside, John picked that moment to start talking about the fridge "Sherlock, about that fridge, Mrs Hudson said-"

John was cut off by Sherlock suddenly projectile vomiting on to the floor, narrowly missing his own shoes.

"Oh my god... are you OK?" John placed his hand on to Sherlock's back, however this was apparently an unwelcome gesture since it cause Sherlock to heave once more, only bringing up a bit of spit.

'OK you need to go back home, whats the matter?' John almost demanded

Sherlock shook John off him and sat on the bench next to them, exhaling slowly

John turned and went back inside the building where he was once again approached by Lestrade, looking concerned

"John is he OK?"

John again confused by the amount of concern showed by the detective, replied "Er yeah, he's been having these headaches, I assume it's just to do with that." John explained "We're probably gonna head off"

Lestrade sighed "Well if he needs to go its fine, we can take it from here"

John was surprised at Lestrade's understanding "Oh, he was sick, near the door just to warn you"

Lestrade frowned "What was it the body?" he asked

"I doubt it, as I say he's not been well for about 3 weeks, I'm sire he'll be fine Ill get him to text you"

Greg nodded "Just make sure he does"

John rejoined the taller man, as they waited for another cab.

"Ok, you're alright, was it the body?"

Sherlock didn't respond

John tapped his fingers on his knee "You don't look very well, do you still feel sick?"

Sherlock nodded briefly

John wondered whether he should ask again, but decided to go for it. "Was it the body?"

Sherlock sighed "Bodies don't bother me John, I'm fine"

A few weeks later and Sherlock had taken up a different case, the headaches seemed to have gone and so had the sickness. John lay in bed warm and cozy when his phone started ringing.

John groaned and looked at the time. 6am. He fumbled for his phone to see who was calling. It was Lestrade.

"Hello?" John's voice was hoarse

"John I think you need to come to St Barts"

"Why what's happened?" John sat up rubbing his eyes

"It's Sherlock"

"What's happened?" John asked again sitting bolt upright

"He just collapsed we've called an ambulance"

"Oh my god, I'll be right over" John hung up and flung himself out of bed, nearly falling as his leg hadn't woken up yet.

..

After hurriedly dressing and getting into a cab, John rushed to St Barts and found Lestrade in the entrance

"Lestrade!" John called

"Ah John thank god, I don't know what happened, he was talking to me and he just, fell into me... the paramedics said they don't think its anything serious, but they might keep him in. If you wait here they will call you, I gave them your name..." Lestrade explained

"What you're not staying?" John asked looking confused

"Er, my wife is expecting me back.." Lestrade frowned, There was a short silence "You call me when you know more, I need to get back"

"Oh right OK, ill let you know what happens" John reassured him

John nodded and sat on the small bench, this felt like it was going to be a long wait.

The next day Sherlock was deemed well enough to be released from hospital, as long as there was someone at home with him, this was no problem living with an army doctor. He had had enough of being poked, prodded and stabbed with different tests and examinations. All he could do now was wait for John so come and collect him in a cab, he waited at the window, looking out onto the A+E car park.

...

When finally home, Sherlock immediately went and shut the bathroom door behind him, the sound of the shower informed John that questioning was going to have to wait for a while. He decided to make some tea for the both of them, maybe it would encourage him to just SIT DOWN and speak to him.

Eventually the shower stopped running, Sherlock emerged in his pyjama bottoms, t shirt and silk dressing gown rubbing his hair with a towel.

John, who had been reading his paper, went to open his mouth but was abruptly cut off

"John I know you're going to ask me questions, since you are obviously going to have to be involved you are going to find out at some point, so i may as well just tell you now"

John put down his paper and gave Sherlock his full attention "What do you mean"

Sherlock appeared to be taking his time breathing looking around the room, clearly deciding whether to tell the truth or not

"I'm pregnant"

John tilted his head backwards slightly, lips trying to move "Sorry, What?"

Sherlock came and sat down opposite John picking up the paper the doctor had just put down

"You heard me fine"

John leaned forward "Sherlock how can you get pregnant, I'm not sure you even know what sex is"

Sherlock glared back at him "I had unprotected sex, I got pregnant, I didn't look after myself and became ill... I'm 12 weeks"

John stared at him for a moment, frantically searching his memory for any other signs other than the last 2 weeks... 3 weeks max he had some vomiting and headaches, but to his knowledge nothing else at all.

"You can't be serious" John took a look at Sherlock's t-shirt wrapped tightly around his flat stomach.. well.. now he noticed it wasnt as flat as first glance may suggest..there was now a very subtle roundness that had started to appear

Sherlock started to flick through the paper, relaxing back into the sofa before responding "Oh dead serious"

John rested his elbows on his knees, clasping his hands. "Are you alright"

"Yes"

John tried to think of something else to say, to ask

"Can I know who it is? Do you know who it is?" John asked

Sherlock thought for a moment, John was referring to the father "There are some things I prefer to keep to myself John I hope you understand" Sherlock turned the page of the newspaper

John sighed "Fine. Is there anything you want me to do?"

Sherlock stopped reading, put the paper down, and rubbed his mouth with his hand. "No, no there isn't. Well what can you do?"

John gave him a concerned smile "I'm here if you need me"