Something Beautiful- Eleven

'Sherlock,are we going to be here much longer? Your baby is giving me hell.'

Irene rubbed her back, wincing. Sherlock looked up from the work bench at St. Barts, concerned, but as soon as she glanced across at him, his eyes snapped down. He had to be very careful in public. Especially when irene was in disguise.

'So, its my baby when you're in pain, or being irritating? That's hardly fair. You're very unreasonable as a blonde.'

'You were the one who put it there.'

She smirked, adjusting her position on her stool.

'It takes two to tango Miss Adler.'

He didn't look up from his work, and his tone remained monotonous, but he grinned.

'You're only smiling because you remember exactly how I ended up like this. You sod.'

'No, I'm smiling because I'd love a repeat performance. In fact, wasn't it right here that we...'

Sherlock was cut short by Molly bustling in, with three cups of tea and some biscuits on a tray.

'Right! Here's your tea...Alexandria, was it?'

Irene nodded.

'Yes indeed.'

Molly grinned and pulled herself onto the stool beside Irene.

'And you're Sherlock's cousin?'

'I am indeed. We were close as children. That's why I know about all this.'

She waved her hands around, indicating Sherlock's faked death, and Molly smiled.

'And you're pregnant! How brilliant! How far along are you?'

Sherlock rolled his eyes. Irene kicked him under the desk, smiling at Molly pleasantly.

'About 6 months, but its a bit hard to call, as myself and my husband are unsure of when exactly it happened. You know how it is, passion filled nights and all...I'm sure you get that from old Casanova here...'

Molly giggled and blushed. Sherlock went red, though not out of embarrassment.

'Oh no...we're not...I...he...'

'Don't be shy, you can tell a pregnant woman. There's not much I don't know...'

'ALEX. We're leaving. NOW.

Sherlock leant up against the wall of the old hospital, with his head in his hands.

'Irene. Molly is one of my most trusted friends. For god's sake, show a little maturity. I get that you get a little bored, as you don't understand, but do you have to be so inappropriate?'

Irene sucked on her teeth. She'd had enough.

'I don't understand? I don't understand what, Sherlock? The bloody experiment, that, by the way, has no relevance to anything, or that you and your ditzy cadaver slapper have unresolved emotional issues, due to the fact she saved your life?'

Sherlock opened his mouth, but Irene cut him off, tears in her eyes.

'Actually, I know what I don't understand. I don't understand how the hell you can care so much for John and your experiments, and bloody Molly, but don't care at all for me, let alone our baby. Our child. It takes two to tango, Sherlock Holmes. And I'm done dancing around your friends.'

'Irene...'

He put a hand on her shoulder, but she shoved it away.

'Get off me.'

And with that, she disappeared down a side alley.