When John and girl!Sherlock meet for the first time, she's heavily pregnant. That makes the risk Sherlock takes when taking the cabby's pill so much worse.
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Whatever John Watson had expected to find behind the door at Barts, it hadn't been the young-ish, between 20 and 25 in his opinion) heavily pregnant woman that he found.
She was looking in a microscope, and would press a finger or thumb into a specific area of her stomach at random intervals.
It was the start of a friendship that would completely knock him over and put him back again. And it was all started with a wink and a 'Shelley Holmes. The address is 221b Bakers Street.'
He'd looked at the man who'd brought him here, who'd shook his head, and replied to his unanswered question, 'Yeah, she's always like that.'
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'It's a drugs bust.' Lestrade announced, as if he was royalty.
John burst out laughing, and commented, 'Have you seen her? She's gotta be the cleanest person I know at the moment.'
He turned round to look at her, and noticed the guilt crossing her face, 'You're an addict?' he asked in shock.
She shook her head, 'I'm clean. I'm pregnant.'
'Yeah, I can see that.' He said quickly, watching as she surged ahead, and started talking.
'Why are you here Lestrade?' she asked forcefully.
'You cooperate with us Shelley. You were brought into this case because of me, and you listen to me when I say we work together.' Lestrade reminded her. 'You said that the killer would have the phone.'
'And what do we have here?' an officer let out a peal of joyful laughter.
John noticed Shelley's face cloud with anger, and her fingers tighten at her sides. 'Oh and what are you doing here Anderson?'
'Trying to take you down.' He snarled.
'Calm down Anderson.' Lestrade commented.
The policeman backed off, John could see the anger dissipate from the pregnant woman's eyes slightly.
'I found the phone.' Shelley said after a moment of silence. 'We have a trap.'
Lestrade shook his head in rueful annoyance. Go on then. Tell me.'
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She'd taught him so much over the course of the last day and a half. It was so indescribable. And now he was staring at her holding her 8 and a half month pregnant stomach in one hand, and a (probably) poisonous pill in the other, and John just knew, just knew, that in that moment, she wanted to take it. She wanted to swallow that pill to prove that she was either right (more likely) or wrong.
And he knew that he couldn't let her do it. Anything that affected her would affect the unborn child inside her, and as much a sociopath as she claimed to be, he knew that she didn't want to harm the child.
He levelled the gun in his arm, and pulled the trigger slowly. His aim and the bullet stayed true, and shot the cabbie through the chest. He dunked out of view when he saw Shelley turn to look out of the window.
He set out of the building and waited for the ambulances to arrive.
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'What you did today, Shelley, was needlessly risky.' Mycroft lectured. 'You could have killed the both of you.'
She rolled her eyes. 'But I didn't.'
'Not this time.' He agreed with her, 'What about next time?'
She shrugged, her hand finding its way to where her unborn child was housed. 'There's two weeks left to this pregnancy. If it makes you feel better, I won't take a case until he's born.'
Mycroft bowed his head to her, and said, 'Thank you Shelley, that would ease my mind.'
'Consider it family love.' She said, turning away.
He grabbed her wrist before she could stalk away. 'Please Shelley.' He said, a hint of begging to his tone of voice, 'You're my sister, I love you. Please, just don't do anything stupid.'
She nodded, and carried on walking.