Hello again. So so so very sorry for the long wait but this has happened. Ready? I discovered Minecraft and I've been obsessed ever since. And then I left for a Harry Potter convention so I completely forgot about this story :( [Why Phin? Why!]
I hope I make it up to you with two chapters though and I hope I can update faster next time.
The taxi had barely stopped before Sherlock had stepped out and begun waddling towards the crime scene. Yes, waddling. He had reached that state of pregnancy were normal walking was no longer possible, and yes, John had teased him about it. It had not been one of his greatest decisions considering the mood swings had also returned and John's little teasing had resulted in Sherlock locking himself in the bedroom and John having to beg for Sherlock's forgiveness.
He hadn't mentioned Sherlock walk (waddling, oh god how he was waddling) ever since and had planned to inform Lestrade on the strict non teasing rule as soon as he found out why the man had called them in so late in Sherlock's pregnancy.
They quickly reached the crime scene and Sherlock headed straight to the body while John walked over to Lestrade, standing and watching from afar.
"Hi."
"Hello John." Lestrade greeted and the two stood in silence for a moment, watching Sherlock hovering around the body.
"When is he due?" Lestrade suddenly asked and jerked his head in Sherlock's direction.
"Fourth of September, but twins are usually early so we're planning on earlier." John answered and couldn't really keep the pride out of his voice.
"Okay." Lestrade gave him a small smile. They watched in silence as Sherlock tried, and failed, to bend down and observe the body closer and then instead settled for examining the surroundings.
"Not that I doubt your judgement Lestrade," John began somewhat hesitantly. "But why did you call in Sherlock for this?" He had assumed they had a silent agreement that Sherlock was now on forced maternity leave and weren't to return until sometime after the pregnancy, hopefully at least six months.
"Actually I was just about to ask you the same thing. Sherlock called and literally demanded a crime scene, and when I asked about what you thought of the matter he said that you had agreed. Considering this isn't a specially dangerous case I allowed it." Lestrade finished but sounded less sure about his decision the more he spoke.
"Oh." John said, sounding as if Sherlock once again had unplugged the refrigerator two days before christmas (for science John!). "Well he told me you had phoned about a very urgent case and that his presence was crucial for the safety of London, literally."
John turned his attention towards Sherlock and let out a mighty "SHERLOCK!" which caused the detective in question to freeze on the spot before slowly turning around. John raised an eyebrow and Sherlock began walking towards him. At that moment any doubt that John wouldn't be able to handle twins completely left Lestrade's brain. If the man could handle Sherlock then he could handle anything.
As Sherlock was walking, or doing the pregnancy walk as lestrade's ten year old niece had called it, Donovan and Anderson appeared at the scene and with a strangled laugh began mimicking Sherlock's waddling.
At the sound of laughed Sherlock whipped around, as fast as he could, and when he laid eyes on Donovan and Anderson Lestrade swore he could see steam steaming from Sherlock ears.
Lestrade had just enough time to look over at John, who looked like he might strangle someone, before hell broke loose.
Sherlock sprinted towards the two laughing officers, which only made them laugh harder, before all kinds of secrets were flooding out of him mouth. Secrets about Anderson's and Donovan's personal life, secrets about their relationship together and, surprisingly, secrets about their relatives. Apparently Anderson had a uncle who was a drug addict and Donovan's sister had her period last week.
Within seconds John had reached his upset partner and was trying to stop the steady stream of insults coming from said partner's tongue. Anderson and Donovan were now shouting back loudly and Lestrade felt it was time for him to interfere before things got uglier.
With a firm hand he took hold of both officer's shoulders and began leading them out of the room. John took hold of Sherlock head with both of his hands and forced the pregnant man to look him in the eyes.
"Calm down." He commanded with a steady voice. "You don't look stupid neither do you look silly or any of the other worries you have." He informed Sherlock while looking him deeply in the eyes. Sherlock minutely relaxed and his breathing slowed down.
When he had calmed down enough John planted a quick kiss on his lips before interwinding their fingers and leading Sherlock out of the room.
"You're grounded until the twins first birthday." John said and gave Sherlock a stern look. "And no more experiments for a week."