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Melanie Morairty work up to crying. She opened her eyes to look at he boyfriend who was leaning against the headboard, writing on his blog. She huffed and rolled out of bed. Making her way to the crib in the corner, she picked up her daughter and held her, turning to glare at the man in the bed. "You know this might be why you can't find a flatshare for us," she complained, carrying the baby over to the bed and sitting on it, looking over his shoulder. "Seriously, could you chose a more ridiculous topic?" she chuckled, leaning to kiss him quickly.

"Yes, I could chose one from your blog," he looked up at her, smirking. He closed his laptop and wrapped an arm around her. "You know, I bet if you put any effort into it, we could probably find one," he told her, grinning.

"I have work," Melanie pointed out, "What do you ever do except be bored all day?" she stood up and made her way from the room. "Besides, who in their right mind would want to room with Sherlock Holmes and co." she giggled, heading for the kitchen.

Sherlock got up, following her. He grabbed the baby from her, holding her closely. "She really does look like you," he smiled, glancing between the two. "Jamie Holmes. Such an ordinary name for one in my family, I mean really. Who names their child Mycroft or Sherlock," he set Jamie in the high chair, turning to look at Melanie. "I'm almost positive she won't get teased for her name at school," he told her happily.

"When she starts school, she is only a year old," Melanie pointed out, grabbing a container of mashed bananas and a spoon. She grabbed a chair and pulled it up so that she could feed her daughter. "I'm off today, by the way. Still going to the lab?" she asked, looking over her shoulder.

He grinned and nodded. "Of course, I have a few cases for Lestrade that need solving," Sherlock kissed Jamie on the cheek and turned to leave the room. "I think I will head out early, if that's okay with you," he called from their bedroom.

Melanie smirked, turning her attention back to Jamie. "I swear your father is insane," she muttered under her breath. "Dashing about solving crimes, should be me. We all know I'm much better," she laughed softly. "Do what you want. I certainly hope you realize it's past eleven," she said, more loudly.

Sherlock emerged from the bedroom, dressed and smirking. "I can tell the time by myself, you know," he told her. "I'm still going in now." He leaned down and kissed her quickly. Melanie grinned and stood up, wrapping her arms around him as he began to pull away. She pulled him down to brush his lips slightly with her own.

"Have fun, don't scare poor Molly too much," she told him, smirking. She watched him walk out of the flat, grinning softly to herself. She turned to Jamie and looked at her. "Come on, I need to shower, why don't you play for a while," she told her, sticking her in the playpen. "I'll be right back, okay?" she grinned and headed to shower quickly.

When she came out, toweling off her hair, she paused as her phone went off. She picked it up, paling slightly at the caller id. She held it to her ear, "Hello?" she said hesitantly. She listend to the other side for a moment. "I told you not to call me ever again," she said, voice wavering slightly. "No, I told you no more," she said, trying to sound strong. She listened for a moment, before hanging up.

Melanie put down the towel and went to go pick up Jamie. She held her close for a moment, thinking. She carried her into the bedroom and laid her on the bed. "We are going out, how does that sound?" she smiled halfheartedly. She grabbed some of the clothes and began dressing Jamie quickly. "There we go," she said softly, pulling on a jacket and shoes.

"Where should we go?" she asked her, placing Jamie in the stroller and leaving the flat. She walked around for a little bit, before making her way to the park. She was walking when she saw Mike Stamford, one of her and Sherlock's friends. "Mike!" she called, heading over to him. She looked at the man he was sitting with and smiled. "How have you been?"

Mike smiled and looked between his companion and Melanie. "Same as ever, Mels," he told her. "Oh, this is an old school mate of mine, John Watson," he said, gesturing at him. "This is an old friend of mine, Melanie Moriarty," he introduced.

She stuck out her hand, shaking John's. She studied him for a moment before smiling softly at him. "Did it hurt?" she asked softly. "Shoulder, right? Sorry, it's not really my place," she blushed and looked away. Jamie began crying and she directed her attention towards her daughter. She picked her up, looking around and freezing. She calmed her down quickly and set her back down. "I'm sorry, but I have to dash," she apologised, waving. "It was very nice to meet you John, and good to see you again Mike," she said before leaving, looking over her shoulder briefly.

X

Melanie set Jamie down in her crib, singing softly until she fell asleep. Exhausted from the day, she quickly put on her pajamas and crawled into bed next to Sherlock. She smiled at him, moving closer. "I saw Mike today," she said quietly.

"So did I," Sherlock hummed, wrapping his arms around her gently. "I got us a possible flatshare," he grinned. "Mels, I think you'll like him. He's an army doctor, very polite. Baker street, seven. Mrs. Hudson's giving us a special deal," he told her. Melanie thought for a moment, closing her eyes.

"Sounds good," she murmured. "I think I'm going to sleep now. Remember no toxic chemicals within Jamie's reach," she reminded, grinning slightly. She closed her eyes and allowed herself to fall asleep quickly.

Sherlock spent the night, packing boxes. He laid out some clothes for the girls when he packed the clothes. He knew that the doctor would almost definitely take the room, and if he didn't, Mrs. Hudson was still giving them the special deal. After a few hours, when almost all of his experiments and their clothes had been packed, he went to lay down, pulling Melanie close and sleeping for a few hours.

"Sherlock, I have work," Melanie muttered when her alarm went off and Sherlock tightened his grip on her. She managed to wiggle free, standing up and stretching. She headed for the bathroom, grabbing the work clothes that he had set out for her. She showered quickly, kissing both Sherlock and Jamie before she headed to work.

The baby started crying a few hours later, Sherlock rolled out of bed and picked her up, smiling softly. "Guess I'm on baby duty today," he said fondly, rocking her. Heading to the kitchen, he fed her quickly. "Want to help daddy move the boxes?" he asked, grabbing the diaper bag and picking her up from the high chair. He hailed a cab and headed to Baker st. Mrs. Hudson had offered to watch her while he moved boxes and Mycroft had agreed to supply a car.

He finished moving the boxes around six. He picked up Jamie from Mrs. Hudson and took her out to the park, for some air. He walked around for a bit before catching a taxi and arrived at Baker St, just as John Watson did. He smiled at the other man, sticking out the hand that wasn't holding his daughter. "Dr. Watson," he greeted pleasantly.

"Mr. Holmes, and who is this?" John asked, shaking his hand. He looked between the two and smiled softly. "I can see the resemblance," he told him.

"Sherlock, please. And this is Jamie," he grinned softly. "Mrs. Hudson is giving us a special deal on the rent. Owes me a favor, her husband got himself sentenced to death in Florida," he told him.

"You stopped her husband from being executed?" John questioned curiously, looking at him.

"Oh no, I ensured it," he said as the door opened and an older woman hugged him. "Hello Mrs, Hudson," he said fondly. "Would you mind holding onto Jamie for me?" he asked, handing her over.

"Sure, dear. Come in, come in," she ushered them in and up the stairs. "You must be Mr. Watson. I hope you like the flat, there is are two extra rooms upstairs, if you'll be needing the room," she smiled.

"Of course we'll be needing two rooms," "Mrs. Hudson," Sherlock and John spoke at the same time, as their landlady chuckled.

"I know, Sherlock. I was just teasing,'' she looked around the flat, fiddling with things. "Oh Sherlock, the mess you've made," she complained. John walked around the flat, nodding.

"This could be very nice, if we just got rid of the junk," he said, looking at everything. He stopped by the fireplace, not listening to Sherlock mumbling about how he would work on getting his things picked up. "Is that a real skull?" he asked curiously.

"A friend, well. I say friend," Sherlock muttered, looking at it. John nodded and lowered himself into one of the chairs. Mrs. Hudson grabbed a paper and looked at it, frowning.

"How about these suicides, Sherlock. I bet that'd be right up your alley," she muttered. Sherlock nodded, looking out the window as a squad car pulled up. His phone buzzed and he read the text, smirking.

"There's been a fifth, something's different this time," he mumbled, turning as a grey haired man ran up the stair.

"Brixton, will you come?" he asked, out of breath.

"Who's on forensics?" Sherlock raised an eyebrow, looking at him.

"Anderson, but he doesn't have to be your assistant," the man told him. "Will you come?"

"Is Mels working? She can be my assistant," he told him. "Yes, I'm coming, not in the car though. I'll be behind," he told him, ushering him out. Once he was gone, Sherlock began jumping around excitedly. "Oh it's Christmas," he said happily. He grabbed his coat and pulled it on. "Mrs. Hudson, can you watch Jamie for a while? I will be back shortly. John, make yourself at home," he bounced down the stairs and out the door.

He made it to the curb before turning back and heading back into the flat. "You're an army doctor," he said, leaning against the doorframe, "Any good?'' he asked.

"Very good."

"Seen lots of violent deaths?"

"More than enough for a lifetime."

"Want to see some more?" Sherlock asked grinning.

"Oh god yes," John said, following him down the stairs. "I'll skip the tea, Mrs. Hudson. I'm off out," he called.

"Both of you?" she asked, carrying Jamie in.

"Five serial suicides and now a note," Sherlock said happily.

"Look at you all happy, it's not proper,"

"Who cares about proper, Mrs. Hudson, the game is on," Sherlock grinned, leading John out and hailing a cab. He got in and gave the cabbie the address. He sat silently for a moment before looking at John. "You have questions," he said simply.

X

They arrived at the crime scene, Sherlock strolling up to the tape and ducking under. "What are you doing here?" the policewoman asked him, annoyed.

"I was invited." Sherlock said sarcastically, holding the tape up for John.

"Why?"

"I think he wants me to take a look. John, come along," he said, looking away. He looked around, grinning when he saw Melanie. She came over and rolled her eyes at Sherlock's sarcastic answers.

"Donovan, come on, let them in," she said, smiling. Donovan groaned in annoyance and let them in. "I'll take them up, if you'll radio Greg and tell him," she smiled sweetly and gestured for Sherlock and John to follow her. "If you say a word, Sherlock, you will regret it," she told told him as they walked in, not allowing Anderson time to speak with them.

"Will I?" Sherlock said cheekily. He wrapped an arm around her as she led them to where the gre haired man from earlier was. "Hello Lestrade," he greeted, ignoring Melanie's look of annoyance. She turned away to smile at John as her boss lectured Sherlock.

"Hello again. How's the shoulder?" she asked politely. She felt Sherlock turned and looked at him.

"Abdomen," he said simply.

"No, I'm pretty sure it was the shoulder," she corrected her boyfriend, looking back at John. "Sorry about him, he's a bit of an arse," she grinned at him.

"Melanie, right? It is my shoulder, how did you know?" John asked curiously.

"Not important, I'm sure we'll have more time later to talk. Do you know what he did with Jamie? That man can't be trusted to take care of himself, let alone a kid," she chuckled.

"Mrs. Hudson, our landlady had her. Why would you be concerned? he asked confused.

"I 'm concerned because Jamie's my daughter," she chuckled. John looked at her, surprised. "Yea, I know, shocker," she smirked. "Come on, we've got a body to look at." She led him up the stairs behind Sherlock and Lestrade.