Hi is my first fanfic ever, so let me know what you think. ;) Shout out to Writingwife83 thanks for the advice and help! Please do review I would love feedback on what's good/not good, stuff like that, just keep your reviews polite please and thanks! I hope you enjoy it and I will be updating regularly. I do not own most of the characters they are Conan Doyle and Mofftis' amazing creations! :D Btw translation at the end for the french. ;)

Intro

Molly had always trusted Sherlock. But as she lay with the cold damp earth suffocating her in its depths, she started to doubt, to give up hope. Would he ever come? Could he find her before it was too late? Would she make it out alive? She gasps for air, willing the oxygen to flow to the life inside her. Overcome by an unconscious oblivion she whispers, "I'm sorry."

Chapter 1: I'm Surprised You Haven't Deduced This

The full moon casts its light over a constellation mobile embellishing the wall with shadows of planets and stars. A young mother croons softly to her baby. The baby fusses as it tries to fight the sleep that's inevitable, but eventually it drifts away. The mother smiles, pressing a soft kiss to the baby's head and places it gently into the crib. She sighs as she looks down at the perfection before her. She could have never wished for anything better. Tears threaten to fall as she thinks, 'Blast those stupid hormones.' She turns to leave the room and glances wistfully at the constellations spinning in lazy circles above the crib. The past is the past, she can't dwell on it, and her focus must be on the future.

The fluorescent lights cast a pale glow on the nearly empty hallway. Sherlock walked down it with a sense of purpose and perhaps even excitement. As he strides by offices, heads poked out with curiosity and amazement. Whispering began but he paid them no heed as he continued toward his goal.

Sherlock pushed through the doors of the morgue and scanned the room. It appeared empty so he grabbed a stool and turned a microscope on. He created several slides at home but with John not living at the flat anymore, 221B was just so boring. Analyzing the slides in the morgue was more exciting for some reason.

Molly heard the doors open but paid no mind. Lestrade had phoned earlier and mentioned that they would be bringing in victims of a double murder. She finished her report on the John Doe #2 and grabbed her cuppa, 'Ugh it's cold again. Well time for a new one.' Molly got up and checked her mobile for any new messages as she walked into main area of the morgue. She was almost through the doors when she realized she wasn't alone. She paused and turned her head. Her face registered shock, and joy, and so many emotions that not even Sherlock could say how she was feeling.

Sherlock didn't even turn as he said, "I see you've started using highlights since I last saw you. Don't, it makes you look drab."

Molly gaped at him for what seemed like a lifetime before she gained her composure and whispered, "I thought you died."

"Well obviously not." Sherlock looked at her and continued, "I've been disbanding Moriarty's Network for three of the past four years, and the final year I had to check up on my homeless network and reintegrate myself into society. Only Mycroft was to know of my where-abouts."

Molly gritted her teeth and practically screamed, "Why, Sherlock? Why? You disappeared in the middle of the night and expected me to just accept it?" She continued her rant waving her hands in his face, "I waited and waited, hoping that you would come walking in here like you own the place. Not one word! NOT ONE WORD! How could you? I gave up, I stopped hoping, and I moved on. And now you think you can come waltzing in here like it was only yesterday that you left. Well let me tell you…" She was interrupted by a commotion behind the morgue doors.

"Miss, you can't go in there! Hey stop hitting me, are you daft?"

A child exclaimed "Let me in you big buffoon!"

A voice with a French accent rose above the others expelling curses that would make a sailor embarrassed. "You let me through abruti! Cette fille est autant toruble comme un âne.

Molly's anger was replaced with shock and recognition as a plump French lady tumbled through the doors while attacking the hospitals security guard with her hand bag. The poor man looked like he'd rather be sitting back in his chair drinking a cuppa.

Sherlock watched in amusement as Molly stormed towards them yelling, "Ms. Agard, leave Tim alone. What are you doing here? Where is…"

A movement by the door caught his eye. A small head covered in dark brown curls peeked around the door. Sherlock squinted and realized he did not know who that was.

Molly managed to calm Ms. Agard down and explained to Tim that she had everything under control and dismissed him. Tim went through the doors creating a big birth between him and the child. Obviously Ms. Agard hadn't been the only attacker. The child glared menacingly at Tim. He scuttled away like a scared crab. The child stayed by the door so Sherlock turned back to Molly and the distraught French lady.

"Lucille, please explain what exactly is going on?"

"I can't do it anymore. Votre fille is crazy, and she's not a normal child. I told you if she mentioned mon poids or my outfits one more time I would hand in my resignation. Well, this is me handing in my resignation! A young child should not be telling a grown woman what to wear; it's unacceptable." Ms. Agard handed Molly her resignation and stormed out of the morgue before Molly could utter a word.

An awkward silence settled over the morgue and it was then that the child called out, "Mummy, can I stay with you until your done work?"

Molly spun around, and for the second time that day she found herself with her mouth wide open and speechless.

Sherlock chose that moment to break the silence, "So, Molly, I see you've not only coloured your hair when I was gone but also managed to keep yourself busy." He smirked and gave her one of his famous winks.

Molly gave him an undecipherable look and said in a cross voice, "Alex honey, please go in my office and wait till I call you."

"But, mummy, I didn't do anything wrong. Lucille was daft and her idea of games were so boring!" Then, as if noticing Sherlock for the first time, the child points and asks, "Who are you?"

Sherlock replied, "The names Sherlock Holmes and I the world's only consulting detective."

Before Alex could ask more, Molly reiterated, "Alex Taylor Hooper, I said go!"

Sherlock noticed that Molly appeared to be more composed of herself, and more confident not the fumbling enamored doctor she was four years ago.

Alex left them, dragging what appeared to be a blanky, and goes into Molly's office slamming the door for good measure.

"No father?" Sherlock tilted his head and tried to deduce her. "You weren't dating anyone when I left. Hmm that Bob fellow kept asking you out for coffee though. Oh please tell me it's not him, he was such a moron. Having his child would signify the end of the world."

Molly's flaming eyes told him he was close, so he went on.

"Aha, I know! A one night stand! You were always such a romantic, but something happened making you change your opinion on the matter. One night stand; quick, easy, no questions asked, and no expectations." He quirked his brows at her and asked, "I'm right, am I not?"

"Sherlock, I am absolutely and utterly infuriated with you right now! I hope this answers your absolutely horrid deduction. After all you have the right to know."

"Know what?" he asked her, actually looking confused.

"I'm surprised you haven't deduced this." She chuckled sadly. "Alex is short for Alexandra…"

"Oh well that's not something worth deducing," he interrupted.

"It is worth deducing when she's your daughter."

Hmm what will his reaction be?

Side Note: Thank you mslestat76 for pointing out the french part.

So the translation is:

1. "You let me through abruti! Cette fille est autant toruble comme un âne. You let me through you fool! This girl is as much trouble as a donkey.

2. votre fille: your daughter

3. mon poids: my weight