Hello again. Longer chapter and deductions this time. Yay! There is also some baby action in this chapter.

Lestrade looked down at the body laying by his feet, glad that for once this wasn't the killing of some kind of disturbed mass murderer that likes to bind his victims to light posts with their own intestines. He shuddered at the memory and quickly put it back in his neat little mind box where he stored all of these gruesome killings.

He was waiting for Sherlock, well they all were but as always when Sherlock was called on a crime scene Anderson went as far away as possible to sulk, which made him look very alone. There were of course the officers patrolling around the yellow 'do not cross' lines surrounding the crime scene and other officers photographing the body and the surroundings but Lestrade still counted himself as alone.

He rolled back on his heels and then up on his toes a few times while observing the body. It was a middle aged man, white, brownish hair, normal looking, nothing special as far as Lestrade could see. He had been hit in the back of his head with a baseball bat which lay beside him.

To Lestrade it looked more like a robbery gone wrong than anything else, except for the fact that the victim's wallet was still in his pockets, and well filled to, and that other valuables such as clock and phone were also left untouched.

They didn't really need Sherlock for this, Anderson had been happy to point that out, but Lestrade still hadn't apologized for last time and figured that a nice murder would help on that apartment. Oh god, how fucked up didn't that sound? Anyway, he felt that he needed to apologise after all, because hormonal or not, one did not make Sherlock cry easily.

A few minutes later Sherlock and John arrived at the crime scene, Sherlock wearing what Lestrade assumed was once again John's jeans but with a jumper over his round belly this time.

With a deep breath Lestrade decided that he should start with the apology, in case Sherlock decided to dash off in the middle of everything.

"Sherlock, I want to apologise for-" He began but Sherlock cut him off with a wave of his hand.

"Apology accepted. Now give me facts." Sherlock demanded and continued walking towards the body. Lestrade stood frozen to the spot for a few seconds before kicking into gear again.

"Middle aged man killed by a blow to the back of his head with a baseball batt. Name's Eric Green according to his drivers license. Looks like a robbery gone wrong but everything of value has been left untouched."

"Well it's obviously not a robbery." John muttered and both Sherlock and Lestrade stopped. Sherlock quirked an eyebrow at John as if to say 'and what makes you think that?'.

"Well.." He began somewhat awkwardly. "that is to say, err... If you're going to rob someone you don't do it with a baseball bat, it's not especially threatening, you'd choose a knife or something."

Lestrade stared at John when he has finished. Why hadn't he thought of that?

"Well yes of course." He said, correcting his coat a bit. "That's why we called you."

Sherlock stopped in front of the body and looked it over for a few seconds before diving down on his knees, not really managing his usual crouch because of his stomach, and going over every millimetre of the body. He carefully emptied pockets and refilled them, turned over and back clothes and turned the victim's head so it no longer faced the sky but now faced Lestrade's left trouser leg.

"His partner did it." Sherlock rose to his feet and brushed the dirt from his clothes, he tried brushing his knees but found that his stomach was in the way.

"His partner?"

"Yes, he was cheating in her so she killed him. She probably has a bad experience with cheating partners, most likely one of her parents cheating causing a split up in her family." Sherlock removed the rubber gloves from his hands and looked up at Lestrade who wore his usual 'you need to explain this' look.

"I'm surrounded by idiots. He's married, you can see the indentation the wedding ring has made on his finger but he's not wearing it. Why? He was on his way to meet up his other girlfriend whom didn't know he was married.

"His wife found out he was cheating on her by accident. He forgot his phone at home and the girlfriend sent a text of rather the suggestive kind which his wife saw. She grabbed a weapon, got here and killed him. There wasn't just one blow to the back of his head. The wife was furious and hit him several times, each time striking a different part of the skull."

"Wait a second. His phone is right here." Lestrade pointed at his left jacket pocket.

"The wife left it there after she killed him. Now the-"

"How can you possibly know that?"

"He's right handed." Sherlock answered like it explained everything. Both John and Lestrade looked at him with matching looks of confusion.

"I don't really make the connection here."

"John think! You're left handed, would you ever leave your phone in your right hand pocket?"

"No I... always have it in my left hand pocket."

"Exactly! We always place our most used object in pockets and places closest to our dominant hand. Left handed, left pocket. Right handed, right pocket." He pulled out his phone from his right pocket and waved it a moment before putting it back. "There are several signs of usage on this mans phone and the last text message he received has been read. So why would he put it in his left hand pocket, it's quite an unnatural movement. Therefore it must have been placed there after-" He suddenly stopped talking, a shocked expression on his face.

Lestrade was used to Sherlock stopping in the middle of his explanations and suddenly rush off someplace but in those cases he usually looked like he solved the riddle of how the universe looked and not like someone just sprayed him with cold water in the face.

He looked over at John who looked just as confused as he did over Sherlock's behavior. So this wasn't one of those pregnancy things then. He looked back at Sherlock who suddenly twitched, his blood disappearing from his face seconds later.

"John there is something wrong with the babies." He whispered, his hands pressing against his stomach.

"Oh shit. Sherlock what happened." John rushed forwards and began searching for some kind of damage. "What happened. What did you feel?"

"I don't know. It felt like something popped inside. I-I've felt something like it before but I just thought it was my digestive system but not. I- it was different. Oh god what if I've killed them?"

"Calm down Sherlock, it's probably nothing." John had now lifted up Sherlock's jumper, examining the his skin. He then slowed down his movements, pulled down the jumper and moved back a bit from Sherlock, who looked like he might faint. John began counting something on his fingers, mumbling the numbers under his breath.

"Nineteen." He whispered and tapped the finger with the number nineteen a couple of times before his face broke into a huge grin. "Nineteen Sherlock!" He happily exclaimed and his hands was back on Sherlock's belly before anyone could blink.

Sherlock no longer looked mortified but now instead looked like he might bite John's head of. "What do you nineteen?" He spat.

"Nineteen weeks Sherlock. It's the babies. You can feel the babies' movements from about week eighteen or so. You feel the babies move."

"I do?" Sherlock looked down at his stomach and placed a hand on the side. His face broke into a huge grin and he took hold of John's hand and placed on the same place as his was just a moment ago. "Can you feel them?"

"Naa, not yet. If you first felt them today it will take a couple of weeks before I feel them." John looked up at Sherlock and when the two of the kissed Lestrade began feeling like he intruded on a very intimate moment.

Luckily Sherlock broke the kiss with the words "I need to pee." which quite effectively ruined the moment.

As Sherlock rushed away Lestrade moved closer to John, shifting a little for foot to foot before he spoke.

"So how's it going? With the pregnancy and all."

John looked at him with a rather surprised expression before clearing his throat.

"Fine. We were at the doctors about two weeks ago and the babies are fine. A bit small but perfectly healthy."

"And how's Sherlock?"

"He's been a bit paranoid lately, thinking he doesn't eat and sleep enough and stuff like that. But in the whole fine aswell. Walked in on him the other day drawing different elements form the periodic table on his stomach. Again."

Lestrade let out a socially required laugh and the two of them spent the next minute in silence. Lestrade did care a lot of Sherlock and he knew that the consulting detective cared of him in return, though he rarely showed it. He was glad Sherlock now had John now, working as a kind of translator between Sherlock and the rest of the world.

Lestrade had tried in the beginning when Sherlock had been nothing more than another drug addict but he never got the result John had. Sure Sherlock had opened up and told him about his family, which Lestrade wasn't sure he had done to John, but there had never been any follow up about the things Lestrade had learned about Sherlock.

"I'm hungry." Sherlock called from outside the police lining, his eyes fixed on the phone. How Sherlock had ended up there when he had walked away from them in the other direction was a mystery to Lestrade.

"You're always hungry." John called back.

"Not me, the twins."

John sighed and turned back to Lestrade. "Sorry mate. Got to go before he gets grumpy."

"Nice talking to you. See you over a pint sometime?"

"Sure. Just text." John gave him a clap on the arm and walked away towards Sherlock, who impatiently held up the yellow line for John to walk under. Lestrade turned back towards the forgotten body and sighed. Wife, wasn't it?

So just a little short info on the babie's movements. I read that some women experience their baby's movements like popcorn popping and I thought it would be funny if Sherlock felt it like that aswell. So that's why it is like that.

Otherwise thank you all so much for the name suggestions, there have been so many wonderful ones. Thank you. Though I still haven't decided upon names so if you have some you would like to suggest just go ahead.

Reviews are very much welcomed :)

Love

/Phin