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The next morning Mrs Hudson slowly made her way up the stairs towards Sherlock and Rebecca's flat.

She let out a gentle 'cooey' before pushing the door open. The old lady couldn't help but smile at the sight that met her eyes.

There was Sherlock dressed in all black, sitting silently in his armchair reading a book. Lying across his chest, sleeping upon his bony shoulder was baby Jennifer.

The dark-haired detective glanced up as Mrs Hudson entered the room.

"Aww, Sherlock" said the landlady her eyes almost brimming with tears. "Don't the pair of you look precious together."

Sherlock slowly placed down his book onto the arm of his chair as Mrs Hudson moved further into the room.

"Is Rebecca around?" asked the old lady biting her lip. "Or are the two of you still-..."

"Mrs Hudson!" came the voice of Rebecca as she appeared suddenly around the kitchen door. Her high heels were at least two inches higher than they had been of late and her hair was coiffed up elegantly. Sherlock's eyes locked onto her immediately as she entered the room.

"Oh Rebecca," said Mrs Hudson, as Rebecca moved forwards and kissed her cheek. "I'm so glad to see you again. You look well."

"Thank you," said Rebecca with a smile. "So do you. How was your trip?"

"Yes lovely, mice to be back though," said the landlady perching on the arm of the sofa. "Well, little Jenny's really settling in well isn't she?"

Mrs Hudson glanced towards Sherlock and smiled motheringly.

"You know that if you ever need me to babysit-..."

"How about today?" said Sherlock suddenly. He stared up at Mrs Hudson, his face unreadable.

Their landlady's eyes widened in surprise for a small moment.

"Sherlock-" muttered Rebecca with a frown but Mrs Hudson cut across her.

"I'd love to!" cried the old lady with a slight squeal of delight.

A smirk appeared on Sherlock's face as Rebecca looked up in surprise.

"Mrs Hudson, you don't have to-" she began but Mrs Hudson grasped her arm gently.

"No, it would be a pleasure, dear," she said moving over to where Sherlock sat. "I just love little babies. Especially one as bonny as this one."

Mrs Hudson leaned over and tickled Jennifer's cheek with her finger. The baby stirred slightly and let out a tiny yawn.

Rebecca smiled and her eyes met with Sherlock's. She blushed and tore her eyes away, strutting over to the mirror over the fireplace and checking her practically perfect appearance.

"We're going to have a lovely time, aren't we Jenny?" cooed Mrs Hudson, as Jennifer stretched out on Sherlock's shoulder. "And your Mum and Dad can have a bit of a break."

"Ah yes," muttered Sherlock in a deep voice. "There are always cases to crack. "

Rebecca smirked at him, rolling her eyes.

"Yes," said Mrs Hudson, still addressing baby Jennifer. "Sherlock may be your Daddy but he's still a very important Consulting Detective."

Suddenly, and without any sort of warning Jennifer threw up on Sherlock's shoulder. His slick black suit now covered with white baby spew.

He instantly grimaced as Rebecca pressed a hand to her mouth, laughing.

"I don't think the fact that her Daddy's a Consulting Detective impresses her very much Mrs Hudson," laughed Rebecca as Sherlock handed their baby over to her.


Thirty minutes later Sherlock and Rebecca stepped out onto the blustery pavement.

Sherlock had changed his shirt and jacket and now had his coat thrown haphazardly over the top. Rebecca too was wrapped up in a chic raincoat. With her towering black heels she was almost as tall as Sherlock.

They were indeed a sight together. Both slick and stylish. It was hard for people not to glance at them as they passed.

"So," murmured Rebecca, pulling up her collar against the wind. "Where are we off to?"

She entwined her hands with Sherlock's.

"Barts," muttered Sherlock in a deep voice, his fingers tightening around hers.

Rebecca frowned, making to pull her hand away but Sherlock's grip was playfully strong.

"Barts?" she said incredulously. "Are you serious?"

"Always," smirked Sherlock. "Besides, I have Lestrade's case on my hands and a stiff I need Molly to report back to me on."

"You mean the one you introduced our daughter to yesterday?" said Rebecca in cool voice.

Sherlock glanced at her, her eyes narrowed teasingly in his direction.

"Ah, you're still angry with me then?" uttered Sherlock glancing across the street.

"Of course I am Sherlock. What? Did you think that one night together and I'd forget how much of an idiot you'd been?" she said jabbing him in his side, harder than she meant to, with her perfectly polished fingernail.

Sherlock frowned but still their hands remained clasped between them.

"An idiot that not only takes his baby to a crime scene but also enrages criminals so much, that they end up threatening his partner," said Rebecca pointedly. She looked up at him with a smirk waiting for a response.

Sherlock gazed over at her, his eyes searching her face. A glint appeared in his eye.

"So you're my partner then are you?" uttered Sherlock in a teasing voice.

"Perhaps," said Rebecca, blinking once then turning away from the dark-haired detective.

Sherlock's smirk deepened as he continued to stare at her.

She tutted loudly as they reached the main road. "Well you'd better hail a taxi. I'm not walking all way to Barts in these things."

She lifted her heel as Sherlock raised his arm, causing a black can to pull up beside them.

"They cost more than you'd dare to think."

Sherlock glanced down at them as he held open the door for Rebecca to step inside.

"And how long will you be paying for those?" said Sherlock raising an eyebrow.

Rebecca smiled sweetly before plucking a credit card from her pocket and flashing it towards him. "Oh I won't be paying for them," she said narrowing her eyes. "You will."


Five minutes later Sherlock and Rebecca were sat in the back of their taxi, zipping along towards St Bartholomew's Hospital.

They sat close, Rebecca staring out of the window as Sherlock's fingers danced across his phone.

"Who are you texting?" asked Rebecca, without even looking at him.

"Lestrade," uttered Sherlock in a bored tone, his eyes never leaving his screen. "I'm sure he was feeling a little worse for wear this morning so I thought that I should send him a few texts to ensure he's good and awake by now.

Rebecca rolled her eyes. "How many is a few?"

"Thirty-six," said Sherlock instantly. "I made sure his phone was on the loudest possible setting when I left him yesterday evening."

"How nice of you," murmured Rebecca sarcastically, leaning her head against his shoulder.

After a few long minutes Rebecca finally spoke again. "Have you heard from Irene lately?" she said in a clear voice, her head still resting upon him.

Sherlock tensed. It was a long moment before he spoke. "Irene? No."

Rebecca merely let out a gentle "Hmmmm." The sound was soft and almost sounded uncaring but Sherlock knew better.

He stared down at the young lawyer. Waiting for her to say something else but it never came.

A few minutes later they had reached their destination, Sherlock paying the driver and hopping out of the cab. Rebecca following in his wake.

"I need to see Molly first," said Sherlock as they walked briskly into Barts and down the lengthy corridors that the detective knew so well. "I need to find out if there is a connection between the dead man yesterday and the other two cases."

"And if there is a connection, I'm assume we have a serial killer on the loose?" asked Rebecca frowning.

A wrinkled smile appeared on Sherlock's face. "Oh no Miss Francis," he said staring at her. "I'm afraid this is something different."

"Something worse I'm presuming," said Rebecca provokingly. "Judging by the look of sheer happiness on your face."

She nudged him with her hip causing Sherlock's grin to widen.

They stopped outside the morgue where they could see Molly working behind a large glass window.

Rebecca wrinkled her nose as she saw that her friend was busy cutting open the stomach of a large, balding
cadaver on the slab before her.

She remembered how only a few weeks before, she had been giving birth in these very rooms on a table much like that one. She gave a shudder as Molly glanced up and spotted the pair.

The mousy mortician gave a large smile and waved enthusiastically in their direction. In a flash she had whipped on her gloves and slipped out of the room.

"Hi!" she said, shutting the door gently behind her. "It's so nice to see you both...together."

"Ah, yes. We kissed and made up, so to speak," uttered Sherlock in a low voice as he smiled knowingly.

Rebecca fought the urge to roll her eyes.

"Oh I'm so glad," squeaked Molly giving Rebecca's arm a squeeze as she beamed up at Sherlock.

The detective wasn't really paying attention, his eyes flitting around the corridor.

"The body I called you about yesterday," he uttered in a low voice, his eyes finally landing on Molly. "Is there anything else you can tell me?"

A frown line appeared between Molly's eyes. "Um, Oh yes. Steven Partridge wasn't it?"

Sherlock stopped dead, his eyes frozen on the young mortician's.

"His injuries were almost exactly the same as the other two," she said nodding. "You

"What did you say?" said Sherlock sharply, taking a step towards her. Molly gaped.

"U-Uh, I just said that his injuries were-"

"No, before that. What did you call him?" said Sherlock grasping Molly by the shoulders, as Rebecca looked on confused.

"U-Um, Steven Partridge…" said the mousy haired woman, with a slightly scared smile.

In an instant, Sherlock's face had lit up. "Oh!" he cried, clapping his hands together.

"What?" said the two women before him in unison, but Sherlock was too elated to answer.

"Oh, Molly I could kiss you!" he said spinning around on the spot.

Molly gave the slightest of squeals. "Ok!" she uttered, but Sherlock was already off, running down the long corridor.

"What? Sherlock! Wait, where are you going? I don't understand," said Rebecca, calling after him.

He pulled open the door that led to the next corridor before swinging around and giving Rebecca a wide smile. "Partridge!" he cried before disappearing.

Rebecca gave a long sigh, before turning to Molly. "Well, there goes my day off," she murmured before tottering along after the dark-haired detective.


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