A/N: Many thanks to Phish Tacko for helping me to beta this story! Also, the dancing scene was inspired by something I found on imgur. Wish I could link it here. Happy Valentine's Day!

Ch. 11

"Oh my God. You've got to see this. John! Come here!" Sherlock was watching the video that had been uploaded to the flash drive that Mycroft had sent.

"What is it?" John asked, walking over. He'd been working on a blog post and wasn't in the mood to be interrupted.

"Oh my God," Sherlock was laughing hysterically. "Look!"

On Sherlock's computer, there was a video playing on loop that showed Donovan and Anderson attempting to do the Harlem Shake at a staff meeting. Anderson was actually dancing on the table while Donovan and other officers and detectives danced near him.

Despite his mood, John couldn't help but laugh as well. With absolutely no context, the video was hilarious.

"Did- did someone put MDMA in the water cooler again?" John asked between bursts of laughter. "Where did you even get this?!"

"Mycroft sent it to me. Said I could use it to take precautions at work. By that, I'm sure he means blackmail if Donovan and Anderson get on my case again."

"That's bloody fantastic," John replied. "Seriously, Mycroft can be a bit off but that's… that's amazing."

"He can be a good brother when he wants to be," Sherlock answered. "And I guess lately he feels inspired to improve."

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There were no cases that day, which was good, because Sherlock was very tired. He felt tired a lot lately, it seemed. John had reassured him that this was normal – his body was going through a lot of changes and it was sapping his energy.

As he lay relaxing on the couch, there was a knock at the door.

"I'll get it," John said, standing up. He felt bad asking Sherlock to do anything. He opened the door and in walked Mrs. Hudson with a large, pink box in her arms.

"John! How are you? Here!" She shoved the box into the doctor's arms. "Be a dear and put that down on the table. Where's Sherlock? I've got some items I think he may be interested in."

"I'm right here," Sherlock called lazily from the couch. He grunted as he forced himself up and walked into the kitchen, where John had set the box down.

"Look at you! You're glowing!" Mrs. Hudson said, grinning.

"I feel awful and I'm sure I look it, too. No need to lie." Sherlock groused.

Mrs. Hudson merely rolled her eyes.

"Fine, Sherlock. You do look awful. I was trying to be nice. Perhaps what I've brought will brighten your spirits a bit."

Sherlock nodded and watched as Mrs. Hudson slowly began to open the box.

"I'll, uh, get us some tea, then?" John asked.

"That'd be great." Mrs. Hudson answered. "Decaf for Sherlock!"

"I know. I'm a doctor, remember?"

Again, she rolled her eyes before opening the box and pulling out its contents. It looked to be a pile of clothing for infants. Specifically, female infants.

"Now, John told me you were having a little girl, and I thought these might be of use to you," She addressed Sherlock. "I had bought these years ago, back when I was married and planning a family of my own. I was pregnant and I just knew that it was going to be a girl – just had a feeling, you understand? Anyhow, I bought so many toys," She pulled out a stuffed pink teddy bear and placed it on the table. "And so many outfits." A pink and white polka-dotted dress was pulled out, along with a simple white onesie. There was a purple princess-type dress that had little sequins sewn onto it.

"For parties," Mrs. Hudson explained before pulling out numerous pairs of pink, white and purple socks.

Once the box was emptied, Sherlock looked everything over.

"This is kind of you, Mrs. Hudson. Truly."

"I hate to ask," John said, handing a cup of tea over to the older woman. "But… I guess you didn't have a daughter?"

"She was born sleeping," Mrs. Hudson answered, voice barely above a whisper. John feared that she might begin to cry, but she managed to shake the sadness off. "It wasn't meant to be, I suppose. But that doesn't mean that your little girl can't make use of some of these! Think how adorable she would look in this little pink frock!" She held up the garment for Sherlock to see.

Both John and Sherlock smiled.

"I'm sure she would look lovely," Sherlock answered.

Mrs. Hudson smiled back.

"Have you discussed names?"

"I have a few in mind," Sherlock replied.

"Do tell?"

"Well, personally, I like Marie. For Marie Curie, of course."

"Of course," Mrs. Hudson echoed, smirking. Leave it to Sherlock to name his child after a scientist.

"Then maybe something more classical. I'm still thinking of a good middle name."

"Well, Marie is a good first name, so at least she'll have that. How's Mycroft taking it all?"

"He's actually quite happy. He seems to be excited about being an uncle. In fact, he sent over this big box of scientific literature that, when read to infants, supposedly stimulates their mental capacity."

"I'm not surprised by that," Mrs. Hudson said. "But I'm sure she'll be intelligent no matter what you do."

"Speaking of Mycroft," John said, looking at Sherlock.

Sherlock couldn't help but groan. He knew where this was going.

"Did you get around to reading that note that Mycroft left?"

"I read it," Sherlock snipped.

"Was it something important?" Mrs. Hudson asked.

Sherlock sighed.

"He says that if I don't tell my Mum and Dad, he'll do it for me."

Mrs. Hudson's eyes widened, while John just chuckled.

"You mean you haven't told them?! Call them, Sherlock! Tell them! They're going to be grandparents, after all!"

"Yes, yes, I know. I'll do it."

"You'd better. Mycroft's serious, you know," John said.

"Yes, John," Sherlock replied, jaw clenched. "I know."