Whattup, guys. I hope you're all still interested and liking it because I am loving writing this. Thank you so much as always, you guys keep me going! Ok, time to move things along…or 'in' I should say ;)

Mary left the bedroom that morning while John was still fast asleep. She left him a note on the table, explaining where she was. The sun was shining so she left her coat on the rack. She had to see Molly…to talk to her. She walked to the end of her street and waited for a cab. The journey to Baker Street was a short one and she gasped when she saw the sight in front of her. A large van was outside 221B and they were carrying things in and out. The deliveries were being overseen by Molly and her mother. Mary left the cab and wandered over, just in time to hear Molly berating a rather sweaty delivery man.

"Look, I was just saying you should be careful. That's my stuff, my fiancée will not be pleased if anything gets ruined," Molly was saying. Mary walked over and saw the man bow his head and return the unloading, with noticeable care. Molly turned to see Mary and smiled.

"Mary, it's been a while. How are you?" Molly said, hugging Mary who returned it gingerly. Mary swallowed.

"Um…yeah, I'm fine. John told me…you and Sherlock are…expecting?" she said, with great difficulty. Molly looked uneasy.

"Yeah…look, I'm sorry…I asked Sherlock to keep it quiet for a little bit but…he said it was me that wanted to tell John…he's like a little kid when he wants to be. Don't worry, Mary, it will happen for you, one day," Molly tried to be sympathetic and respectful, but she had little experience with this kind of thing. Mary nodded. Well, I wanted this so badly, even before you started screwing Sherlock and it happens to you so bloody soon? How is that fair? Why can't I be as fertile as you guys?

"Where's Sherlock?" Mary asked, desperate for a change in conversation. Molly was only too happy to oblige.

"He's on cases. As many as he can, we need all the money we can get, what with the wedding and the…uh…," Molly faltered.

Luckily, she didn't have to finish her sentence as, suddenly, a crash sounded. Molly sighed heavily and strode over to the van. A nervous looking teenager was standing over the contents of a box that had spilled onto the street. Books and medical journals littered the streets and something had rolled by Joyce's feet. It looked like a skull.

"Is Sherlock getting rid of his skull?" Mary asked nodding at the item John had mentioned once or twice. A pleased smile spread across Molly's face.

"Actually, that one's mine. It got pretty lonely sometimes, I just wanted something to talk to. I know it's weird," Molly shrugged, as she bent down to pick up some of her items. Mary sighed.

"Actually, something tells me that justification will be welcomed," Mary muttered to herself. Mary followed Joyce, who had taken the teenager to help inside the flat. Molly huffed angrily as she shoved her things in new boxes.

"Can I help you?"

Molly looked up to the sound of a man's voice. He had a kindly face and a lovely smile. He wasn't bad looking, either but Molly didn't notice. She nodded slowly, standing up. She was a little curious as to why this man wanted to help her. Maybe it was something about being the future wife of the world's most observant man that made Molly wary of others. The man bent down and started placing her things carefully into boxes for her.

"Thank you, that was really sweet of you. You didn't have to do that," she said, once he had straightened up. He brushed his suit off.

"Not at all, I was glad to help someone out. Especially, someone in your condition who really shouldn't be doing any heavy lifting," he said, flashing a grin. Molly frowned.

"How did you know I was…," she began but he chuckled.

"I can see it in your face and the way you hold yourself. You, like most expectant mothers, cannot wait," he smiled and Molly nodded, satisfied with his answer and very happy that he had noticed.

"Would you like a drink? As a thank you," Molly offered as more delivery people bustled around by the van. The man shrugged.

"I think I can manage a cup of coffee," he said, grinning again. Molly turned to walk into her flat. She stopped and turned to the man.

"I'm Molly, by the way," she said, holding out her hand. The man took it and shook it slowly.

"Jim Moriarty, and it's a pleasure, Molly," Jim said, releasing her hand, with a smile. Molly turned around and walked up the stairs to the flat followed by her new acquaintance.

"No, no, NOO," Sherlock was saying as he paced Lestrade's office. The detective inspector was clutching the sides of his head in pain while John looked between both men with interest.

"Sherlock, there in conclusive proof that suggests suicide, there is no other way," Lestrade said, banging his hands on the table in front of him. Sherlock sat down angrily, his hands in their traditional thinking pose. After a while, he spoke again.

"If we can get an autopsy, you will see that I am correct. The gunshot wound occurred after death. It was to ensure it," he was speaking to himself as he jumped to his feet again.

He closed his eyes and the scene played out in front of him like a movie. Sherlock navigated his way around the room, muttering details and pointing to things only he could see.

"Mrs. Smith was walking home one quiet night, alone. She was wearing her favourite clothes, fancy clothes. She was looking for a good time, this was evident of the drugs, cocaine I believe, found in her bag. She had been thrown out by the owner. She was aware she was being followed, by her drug dealer probably. She started running, her heel broke, this we know. She stopped and was pulled into the nearest alley...," Sherlock squinted in concentration and Lestrade sat up straight. Sherlock snapped his eyes open, "she was murdered."

Lestrade sunk back down in his seat. "Yes, Sherlock so you've said. The post-mortem revealed she died of a heroin overdose-."

"Yes, YES. That's it, do you not see?" he yelled looking from Lestrade to John. Both shook their heads and Sherlock licked his lips in anticipation.

"If she died of a heroin overdose, where is it? Only cocaine was found on her person," he relaxed a little as Lestrade breathed a sigh of relief.

"Ok, so we know how she was killed. But we don't know who," John said, rubbing the back of his neck. Sherlock spun around on his heel, his back to the room. John could almost see the mechanisms in his brain working.

"Oh, yes we do. Follow me, I think it's time we returned to the scene of this crime," Sherlock said, hurrying out of the door at lightning speed. Lestrade and John scrambled to their feet and hurried after him.

Molly was sitting her new flat, with her best friend, mother and new friend and was laughing. Everyone had a cup of coffee except for Molly, of course. She had settled for a glass of water, something she had recently acquired an un-quenching thirst for. Molly poured herself yet another glass.

"So, Molly. Have you had any cravings yet?" Jim asked, sipping his coffee carefully. Molly shook her head.

"It's still pretty early days, but mind you, this is Sherlock's child so I don't think I'll get any," she giggled, and Mary nodded understandingly. Joyce looked so proud of her glowing daughter.

"Oh, isn't this exciting? What are you hoping for?" Joyce asked, putting her empty cup down on the table. Molly shrugged.

"I don't really mind. Sherlock keeps insisting it's a girl, though," she sighed happily. Joyce tutted and nudged Mary, who smiled softly. Jim looked at his new friends closely during their private conversation. I don't know about those two. Molly, however, such a lovely woman. Brains and beauty, a dangerous combination… Jim smiled to himself.

"Oh, look at the time, I better get going, John will be waiting for me," Mary said, excusing herself. Molly stood up and hugged her friend goodbye. Mary waved at Joyce and nodded towards Jim and left the flat. A moment later, Joyce stood up to leave.

"I had better go and settle into my new flat then," she said, excitedly hugging her daughter. "I'll see you tomorrow. Your father would be so proud of you."

Molly tutted. "I doubt that."

"Nonsense, you got the world's most sexually repressed man to impregnate you," Joyce said, patting Molly on the shoulder. Molly blinked for a few moments. She wondered if her mother had slipped something other than sugar into her coffee.

"Goodbye, Jim dear. If you're ever lonely, my flat's just around the corner. Molly will tell you where," she winked at him before stumbling out of the flat. Molly sighed and smiled at her new friend.

"I am so sorry about that. It doesn't take much for her to get like this, nowadays," Molly said, but Jim smiled.

"It's ok, she is rather pleasant," he said, but he still looked a little frightened. Molly giggled and Jim put down his cup. He was about to say something but the front door opened and someone was walking up the stairs. Jim raised his eyebrows, but Molly didn't see as she took another swig of her drink. Jim watched as the door swung open to reveal a tall, wild-haired man with the air of someone extremely clever and 'clued in'. Sherlock looked at Molly, who was looking rather comfortable sat on the sofa in a casual red shirt and her favourite skirt that Sherlock was suddenly very aware was nowhere near covering her knees, even when she stood up. He also noticed someone sat next to her, way too close for his liking. In reality, he was quite a distance away from her. Who the hell is this?

"Hello, Molly. Who is your…friend?" Sherlock said, making no attempt to hide his dislike of the man he didn't know. Molly smiled as she introduced the two men.

"Jim, this is my fiancé Sherlock Holmes. Sherlock, this is my new friend, Jim Moriarty. We met after a delivery prat dropped my stuff everywhere in the street," Molly said. Sherlock reluctantly shook the man's hand. He had cruel eyes, and Sherlock could see something in them but he wasn't sure what.

"Molly's told me so much about you," Jim said, releasing Sherlock's hand. Sherlock nodded.

"Indeed," he turned to Molly, ignoring the confused expression on Jim's face.

"If you had called me, I would not have hesitated to return to assist you," he said, making no attempt to keep his voice low. Molly rolled her eyes.

"Don't be silly," she said, standing up, "I'm just nipping to the bathroom. All that water your child wants. Be back in a minute, babe."

Molly kissed Sherlock's cheek and left the room. Sherlock looked towards Jim who was watching Sherlock with intrigue. This is going to be fun, Sherlock thought as he prepared to give Jim the ultimate deduction.

Ok, I thought it was about time for the green-eye monster to make an appearance ;p I hope you liked that chapter. Please review, as always and thank you so much for reading. It is always greatly, greatly appreciated. xx See you in the next chapter xx