Mimmi85: Yeah well, Sally has barely been out of the hospital for a day, where she was asleep or unconscious for most of the time due to blood loss and shock. She is supposed to be resting but that doesn´t work so well does it? There´s something about this in this chapter though. And there´ll be... no that would be telling. No spoilers! ;-) Let´s just say, like it was already shown in Spero melior, her and Sherlock are more similar then they often realize in dealing with problems. Anyway thanks for the comment and I hope you still enjoy reading.

Chapter 7

It took them another 5 minutes to the runway of the Military compound. Anthea, Sally and everyone except for Mycroft and the driver left the car there. Mycroft had made Sally open one of the windows and was kneeling onto the seat now, putting his arm out of the window.

"Clear." Was the command that Anthea gave, which produced another nod from Mycroft. Then the car drove down the runway, first slow then becoming faster and faster. About halfway down the runway they could see how Mycroft let go and immediately retreated back into the car. It did take about two seconds than the loud "Bang" could be heard and the car slithered a bit from the impact.

It was only when it turned around and slowly came towards them that Sally dared to breath again. Damn it. She was really getting too old for this, she thought.

Looking over to the others next to her it looked like everyone, even Kyra, had held their breaths with her, but now the little one was giggling.

"Wow that was scary. Can we do that again?" She inquired and Sally could see that John had to stop himself from bursting out laughing while the others also smiled at that.

Mycroft, who just had come over to them and opened the car door, though shook his head. "No darling, we can´t, as this was the only one. Thank god."

Yeah thank god in the heavens! Sally thought and every adult with her probably did the same.

Kyra though seemed a little disappointed. Especially as Mycroft told her, that next time a stranger offered her toys or sweets, she should leave them and run to her daddy.

#

Another hour later they were back at Mycroft´s. The Bloomfield´s had been put into two guest rooms upstairs, while John was resting in what had become his room again. While Mycroft had already gone straight to the bedroom, Sally and Anthea had both drank a tea to calm down somewhat.

Well Sally had. Anthea had offered her company and she had gladly accepted, even though she guessed that Anthea was watching her. She had had more and more nightmares lately and because of that she had often wandered around the hospital or now the house at odd hours.

That of course, and her subsequent tiredness, hadn´t gone unnoticed and everyone of them had offered help in different ways. They all meant well, Sally supposed, but she hated to be seen as weak and therefore she had waved them off.

At least nobody made her talk. They all seemed to be waiting for her to take the initiative.

But she wouldn´t. She wanted to forget as she had more than enough to deal with right now anyway.

Getting Sherlock home was more important. The situation with Sam´s family had been more important. She could dwell on things past and lick her wounds later she decided. Enough said.

Anthea usually was just around in the day but today the female agent was staying in her spare bedroom as well, as she didn´t want to head home at 3 in the morning. Yawning the woman started to head upstairs after she had put her empty cup away as Sally was still restless somehow.

"You think it was an inside job? It has to be someone in the MI6, right?" She sighed and continued. "I mean who would attack their own colleagues? And worse, their children?"

The agent shrugged. "You´d be surprised. Not all agents stay loyal to Queen and country. I´ve seen it more than once, that money was more important. But stop worrying so much, will you? We´ll get the fucker. We always do. And then we´ll make Sherlock´s life all right again as well, you´ll see."

"I hope so." Sally wasn´t convinced yet. The whole of Britain had seen Sherlock how he murdered Moran. What would they do? Explain this as a Doppelgänger or what?

"It´s just a matter of time, Sally. Anyway, go and get some sleep, before the boss misses you."

Sally smiled at that and told her "Good night" as well.

Just a matter of time.

She sure as well hoped so.

#

3 weeks later

The last few weeks had been downright awful, even for David Anderson. If the kidnapping of Sherlock and Sally hadn´t been enough already, there was also the leaking of the video of Sherlock to the press.

Now he should have had just one stance on this. Sherlock had killed someone, so he had to arrest him and bring the annoying freak to justice.

That was how it was supposed to be.

Now why was there doubt creeping into his mind as he found Sherlock hiding in the Yard of all places, watching in secret as Sally talked to Lestrade?

Well, he guessed one thing was that he couldn´t get the damn pictures out of his head: Sally lying on that table. Moran torturing her, while Sherlock had to watch. And then...

And the look on his face, god.

He had believed the freak wasn´t capable of feelings. Hell, there had been a time when Sally had agreed with him. But suddenly everything had changed.

Sally had told him soon after that he did care, did have feelings, but Anderson had laughed it away.

He hadn´t counted on fate showing it to him like this. He simply couldn´t unsee it, no matter how much he wanted to. It probably always would be there.

And what he had seen, were two people who had been tortured. Two people scared for their lives and in the end he hadn´t been surprised when Sherlock had acted in self defence.

Because that was what had happened, when it came down to it. Sherlock had been in shock and getting the upper hand against that bastard Moran, he had used his chance and had ended it, once and for all.

Sadly the video hadn´t shown the torture part.

But then again he doubted that neither Sherlock nor Sally would want anyone to see that. So showing that on live television to explain was probably out of question.

Still, the torture had to come up in the court case one day. There was no way around that and he felt sorry for Sally, and yes, even for the annoying freak already.

Nevertheless that didn´t mean that he liked the bastard. Three weeks without him wandering onto crime scenes had been great, thank you very much.

But that had been the only aspect which had been great. He hadn't liked the rest where everyone had worried about the freak, as well as the fucking press going down on the Yard again. Why did everyone think that the freak was their responsibility? They were police, not babysitters for god´s sake.

Holding back a long sigh, he allowed himself to watch the consulting detective for a few seconds. He could see from afar that the man was tired and run down. He even had lost weight once more and David guessed he probably hadn´t eaten enough again.

All in all this man sometimes reminded him more of a bratty child than an adult.

Nothing new as always.

Taking a deep breath he stepped up to said "child", who didn´t even turn around to greet him.

"Come to make the arrest of the year, Anderson?" the dark haired man inquired, but Anderson just snorted.

"That´s why you are here, isn´t it?"

"There´s still hope for your deductive skills it seems." Sherlock teased, probably expecting a comeback, but Anderson didn´t take the bait.

"You should go to her." he told the man instead, but the freak shook his head and Anderson was close to pushing the idiot into the room. "They are worried you know? They didn´t deserve you running like this."

"I´m not running anymore. I´m here now, aren't I?" The freak told him and suddenly was distracted as Sally took off running from Lestrade´s office straight into the toilets.

"She only has been back to work for a week, but hasn´t been feeling well the last days. So go to her, will you? It will make her worry less." Anderson almost pleaded with the freak, who didn't seem to be listening at all. Instead he stared at the toilets for a second before getting up and walking into Lestrade´s office. "Lestrade? Arrest me." he proclaimed, offering his arms to the older man.

Having stayed back Anderson could see Lestrade was shocked to see the freak like this. Knowing the man, Greg was probably a bit relieved as well. And Anderson wouldn't have admitted it, but he was, too. At least the freak was here now.

While every one officer in the Yard seemed to either look at or storm into Lestrade´s office to detain Sherlock, David Anderson took out his phone instead.

Someone had to tell John that Sherlock was back after all.

#

The warehouse was cold at this time of the year. Luckily it was still empty, cause Sally couldn´t have dealt with explaining herself to anyone right now.

She knew she was weird for doing this, but she had to come back to where it all began.

That and she needed to be alone for a minute.

Well as alone as one could be when she was watched by Mycroft´s bodyguards. But at least they kept their respective distances. Not like the colleagues of the Yard, or her neighbours or even sometimes friends like Anderson or Lestrade.

Whatever. She needed to think.

After a bit off wandering around she sat down on the floor and took deep breath. Just a few more moments. Then she would go and deal with all this again.

For now she would enjoy the silence.

Breath in, breath out, she told herself. Just keep on breathing. Get your head free. Forget that that damn arm was still aching from time to time, as it was just right now. Damn you, fucking Moran.

Breath, she told herself again.

It´s going to be all right.

The steps behind her didn´t surprise her though. Of course someone would come and get her, no matter how she would have liked some solitude right now.

Then again running here without telling anyone probably hadn't been the smartest move. Especially since she already had spent an entire hour at this god forsaken place. Of course they were bound to be worried.

"Which one of the two sent you?" She inquired since she knew without turning around who was standing a few meters behind her.

"No one. I thought for a bit and kinda guessed myself you could be here. And I was right."

Sally sighed, but didn´t move to stand up. "So you guessed I´d be crazy enough to come back here? Wow, you know more about me than I do myself."

Silence. She was glad he didn´t make her do anything and just left her be.

And yet...

"You know this is the room where I first saw him after he supposedly killed himself, don't you? They placed me right in front of him and when I recognized him, I thought for a few moments he´d kill me or rape me for sure."

John didn´t say anything to that so Sally went on.

"Of course he didn´t do anything like that. But he still was a right git, you know?" She couldn´t help but smile a bit. "He was just Sherlock. Pompous ass, as always. Bossing me around. And then... so much changed. I was glad that it did. I liked him as a friend. I like you and Anthea. Mycroft. Everything was okay somehow until Moran."

A deep breath as she didn´t want to cry right now. She had enough of crying, damn it.

"And Moran, that went worse than I would have ever had imagined. But still I don´t regret it, even though it probably did make me a target. And you don´t regret getting to know Sherlock either, I believe."

Nothing. She took John´s silence as agreement.

"And now he is back. Finally. I hoped so desperately that he would be okay, that I would see him again. And yet, I´m sitting here rambling, having run off before he even had a chance to see me and... I don´t know..."

She shook her head and heard him come up before he settled down next to her.

"It´s okay Sally." He put an arm around her and she smiled in response. God she was glad he was here. Maybe running away to deal with it alone hadn´t been such a good idea after all.

John though seemed to know that Sherlock coming back wasn´t the only thing which had led her here. "What is it?" he asked silently and Sally nearly laughed. She should have known, shouldn´t she? They had all learned a lot from Sherlock in the way of deducing others. And she probably was giving all the signs of desperation right now.

"Sally, out with it, whatever it is." he tried again and Sally nodded.

"I wasn´t feeling well this morning and I...I´m pregnant."

There it was. Another bombshell.

John nodded. "Yeah I feared that when I heard Lestrade telling me that you had been sick again. You know we talked the possibility in the hospital, as I couldn´t give you anything when you were unconscious in fear it might damage your body further and risk putting you into coma and it was too late after."

"Yeah I know."

John smiled. "It´s not that bad you know. It´s your decision. If you don´t want to..."

She held up her hand which made him stop. "No, it´s not that. I just needed to think for a bit. And Sherlock coming back exactly a few minutes after I made the test on the toilet of the Yard..."

John chuckled and Sally nearly chuckled with him. "He always has the best timing, hasn´t he? It´s like he knows. But you are not afraid of him or Mycroft, are you? They won´t have your head, whatever you do. But maybe you should talk to them? "

"No...yes. I mean, I think I know want I want to do already."

John looked a bit surprised, but smiled at her, so she went on.

"I am ... You know, everything Moran and Moriarty brought us was bad. They wanted to hurt us, take us down, especially Sherlock, and they succeeded. All the way. " She sighed and shook her head. "But what if there is also a good thing to come out of this? What if we take this and make this something good? Cause a child never should be seen as something bad. Even if it came to be under these circumstances."

Another deep breath. "I can´t see me as a mother though. But well... Suppose we all have to grow into roles sometimes don't we?"

It was eerie to see how calm John was. He just continued to smile at her and somehow that calmed Sally down as well. "Can you imagine Sherlock changing a nappy?" he asked.

Looking at each other they both burst out laughing.

"Oh yeah he probably will turn it into an experiment, using the excrements to determine what the baby has eaten before or whatever. That or he´ll run." The imagination alone sent Sally into more laughter, but then she grew serious after a few seconds. "But you know what? This baby is going to have some kickass parents. And if it wasn't enough there will be four of them."

She turned to John. "Well if you want to, that is."

John looked at her incredulous. "Do you really have to ask?"