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Sherlock had been back in London now for over a week and things have turned back to somewhat normal. John had forgiven him – well at least he thinks – and they are both back to where they were before Sherlock left. He managed to figure out the case of the missing train car and got him and John in a life or death situation, well kind of.

Now he was back at Baker Street. Alongside his friends to celebrate John and Mary's engagement. Everything was back the way it should. Everything but Molly. When he went to visit her a few nights back he had a speech prepared. He was going to tell her how much he missed her, how much he cared about her and how them sleeping together wasn't just a one time thing for him. He wanted to admit to her – and probably to himself- that he wanted to be with her. But finding out about Henry and about her getting married to…Tom; he decided that it was just best to allow her to be happy. That's all he ever wanted, for her to be happy.

"Come on. You'll have to go down. They want the story." John said to him once he came off the phone to his brother. Sherlock rolled his eyes and walked passed him.

"In a minute." John followed Sherlock as he walked into the living room. There was chattering coming from Mrs Hudson, Greg and Mary who were all sat on the sofa. Sherlock sat down in front of his laptop and began typing away.

"Oh, I am really pleased, Mary. Have you set a date?" Mrs Hudson asked beaming at the engagement ring on Mary's hand.

"Er, well we thought May." Mrs Hudson gasped happily and smiled at Mary.

"Oh! Spring wedding!"

"Yeah. Well, once we've actually got engaged. We were interrupted last time." Mary shot daggers and Sherlock who just smiled back at her.

"Well I can't wait." Greg said raising a glass in a toast.

"You will be there, Sherlock?" Mary asked looking at him from across the room. Sherlock stood up and began walking towards the group of people.

"Weddings – not really my thing." He winked at her and Mary smiled softly at him. Then he heard faint giggling coming from the hallway. He changed his path and walked towards the door. When he opened it he saw Henry trying his hardest to climb up the stairs and Molly stood behind him, ensuring he wouldn't fall. Henry didn't notice Sherlock was stood at the door until he reached the top.

"Daddy!" He yelled once he caught sight of Sherlock. Molly picked him up from behind and made the rest of the journey into the flat. Henry extended his arms towards Sherlock and he took him happily from Molly.

"Hey buddy." Sherlock said gently as he walked further into the flat, with Molly hot on his tracks.

"Hi everybody!" Molly said smiling to the people in the room. Everyone said hello back to her but their main focus was on Sherlock, whom was completely enthralled with his son.

"Wow, seeing them together is really strange. You can really tell that Henry is Sherlock's son." John said from Molly's side.

"Yeah, I don't think I will get used to it." Molly watched as Henry reached up and pulled Sherlock's hair slightly, causing them – and Molly- to laugh.

"So where's Tom? Greg asked handing her a glass of champagne. Molly stopped looking at Sherlock and looked up at Greg.

"Oh he is…erm…working." Molly lied. In truth they had an argument moments before Molly left the flat and he refused to go over to Baker Street. Sherlock looked at her and didn't seem too convinced. He watched as she went and sat down beside Mary and Mrs Hudson and begin to talk weddings.

"Your mother is lying isn't she Henry?" Sherlock whispered loud enough for only Henry to hear. He looked up at him and nodded his head.

"That's what I thought."

"Look I can't now okay? Molly should be home at any minute and she is getting suspicious." Tom muttered when Molly walked through the door. She closed it softly and stood in the hallway listening to the conversation.

"I know, just give me some more time and I promise I will get it done." Molly felt herself gasp. She hurried from the hallway and into Henry's bedroom. She changed him from his regular clothes and into his fireman onesie, still trying to listen to Tom on the phone.

"I'll have to call you later, I think she is back." He hung up the phone and walked towards where Molly was.

"Who was that?" Molly asked once Tom was in earshot.

"Oh it was Kyle, he wanted me to go over to help him with something." Molly felt herself grow angry because she knew he was lying to her.

"You know you are spending a lot of time with Kyle lately." She picked Henry up and took him through to the living room, putting him down on the floor to play with his toys.

"And? Does it matter?" Tom asked following her.

"Yeah, well I kind of need your help around here you know?" She crossed her arms in front of herself.

"Yeah well I am pretty positive that Sherlock would be eager enough to help you."

"Tom, can we not argue about this again."

"We are not arguing about anything, I am just stating the obvious." Molly sighed and looked down at Henry, who was too busy playing.

"Why are you making such a big deal over it Tom, Sherlock said himself that he wants to be part of Henry's life, but he doesn't want to cause problems for us." Tom sighed before walking over to her and placing his hands on her shoulders.

"I know he does and I'm sorry, okay? Can we just stop talking about it." Molly nodded her head before kissing him lightly on the lips.

"How about I order us something to eat and we put in a movie?" Tom smiled at her gently before kissing her on the cheek and walking into the kitchen. Molly stood there for a moment, still not fully convinced with what Tom is telling her. She went and sat beside Henry and started to play with him.

The air was crisp and the wind was still. The group of people stood in front of the grave stone saying silent prays to the man that they all thought was dead. Molly felt sick to her stomach and it wasn't due to the morning sickness that had already started. No. It was from lying to her friends. She looked around and saw all the heart broken expression from everyone that had gathered there that day. There wasn't many people, but there was enough. John stood beside her and held her hand tightly and watched as they lowered Sherlock's "body" into the ground. One by one the people left, all as emotional as the other.

"Molly, do you want to go?" John said gently, tugging at Molly's hand. She broke her concentration from the grave and looked up at John.

"Just give me a minute okay?" John nodded his head before leaving Molly alone. She walked up slowly to the grave and rested her hand on the cold stone.

"Oh Sherlock." Molly whimpered as she let a tear roll down her face.

"Now Miss Hooper I hope you are not wasting those tears on me." Molly twirled around and saw Sherlock standing beside the tree near his grave. She ran over to him and hugged him tightly.

"You shouldn't be here." She sobbed into his chest. Sherlock wrapped his arms around her small frame and rested his chin on her head, allowing her to cry.

"I know, but I had to see you before I left."

"Why would you do that? Do you know how much this is killing me?" She pulled away from him slightly and looked up to him. Sherlock smiled down at her sadly and cupped the back of her head.

"I know, but it will kill me knowing I haven't said goodbye properly." He lent down and kissed her softly on the lips and she began to cry again.

"Please don't go Sherlock."

"Molly, I have to. It's the only way to keep you all safe."

"But..." She thought about telling him about the baby. But she knew it wouldn't be right. It would be torture for herself and for him.

"But what Molly?" He looked down at her and wiped away the tears from her face. She sighed deeply before looking away from him.

"Just be safe okay?"