Sorry it's taken so long for me to update, I've been ill plus I'm working for six days on the trot 8-8. Boo hiss.

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Sherlock's patent leather shoes pounded the cold concrete, the sound only just being enough to drown out his heart rate that was thumping faster and faster in his ears.

Skidding to a halt at the end of the street he crouched down placing a hand quickly to Rebecca's burning forehead.

The rest of her skin was icy to the touch but her temples were burning like a fire.

Tiny beads of sweat formed there but for the first time he actually noticed how gaunt and hollow her cheeks were and how large the bags that lay under her eyes had become.

"Rebecca," he said, moving his hand down to her cheek. But no response came from the unconscious lawyer.

Worry perforated every inch of him, his attention was only caught by the phone that lay at her side. A tiny voice calling out from it.

Sherlock hastily held the phone to his ear.

"Rebecca?" came's John's panicked voice from down the line. "Rebecca?"

"John it's me," said Sherlock quickly. "Rebecca's passed out. I'm taking her to the hospital."

And with that he hung up. He had no time for idle conversations with the likes of John Watson. Not when the woman he loved was lying on the icy winter pavement, still and unmoving.

As quick as a flash Sherlock hurled off his coat and stretched it around her thin form, making sure every part of her was covered and warm. And then with no struggle at all he heaved her up into his arms and ran around the corner and onto the main road.

Sherlock's eyes flickered this way and that before he finally saw a large black cab hurtling down the street.

Balancing Rebecca against his chest he stuck out an arm as the taxi pulled in beside him.

"Get me to the nearest hospital," he yelled at the cab driver as he tugged open the door, carefully depositing Rebecca inside. "I will give you a 200% tip if you can do it in 5 minutes or less."

The fat driver raised his eyebrows as Sherlock shut the door behind him, before slamming his foot on the accelerator. "Aye aye guv'nor."

Rebecca floated in and out of consciousness.

All she knew was that she was near to Sherlock. That musty smell of old books, musk and the slight odour of singed material was heady and overwhelming as she breathed it in. She could feel a warm body close to her and every now and again a cool hand would brush back sticky hair from her face.

She tried to open her eyes, to mutter something but every time she tried to just slipped once again into unconsciousness.

Over an hour later, Rebecca Francis finally opened her eyes for the first time.

Blinking slowly in the clinical light, she squinted around raising her head a little.

She found herself in a small hospital cubicle, a large green curtain pulled across one quarter of the room, shielding her from the other patients.

A glass of water sat upon the table beside her bed. Gingerly she reached for it to quench her parched throat.

But before she could get there a slender hand reached out grasping the cup and placing it into Rebecca's trembling hands.

"Here," said Sherlock, appearing from her other side, his mouth twitching up into a grin now that he could see that she was alright. "How are you feeling?"

He half perched on the chair to her right, looking as if he was about to pounce on her at any moment.

A look of worry seemed to still linger across his features but this look was just about shrouded by relief to see her okay.

"I-I don't know what happened," murmured Rebecca, taking a sip of water. "One minute I was fine...and then..."

She trailed off suddenly realising what had happened. She hadn't been looking after herself properly... That was the reason for her passing out.

She wasn't just putting her baby's life at risk but her own too.

She placed a hand upon her stomach gently, blinking slowly before raising her eyes towards Sherlock's face.

This was it.

"Sherlock..." she said reaching out to grasp his hand in her own. "There's something I need to tell you...Something I should have told you a long time ago..."

She took a breath and stared up into Sherlock's blue eyes.

"Sherlock...I'm-"

But before she could finish her sentence the curtain surrounding them was suddenly drawn back and a plump nurse came bustling into the room with a clipboard.

She shooed Sherlock out of the way, the detective recoiled back into the corner beside the foot of the bed.

"Now then..." said the nurse in a sing-song voice. "...Ms Francis. We had a chance to take a look at you while you were unconscious and found that you were very malnourished. You should be taking better care of yourself...getting your five a day and all that, young lady."

Rebecca gave a swift nod, her eyes travelling down to the thin blue blanket before her, feeling horribly guilt for when she had done. How had she managed to let it get this far?

"Anyway," said the nurse, ticking off boxes of her clipboard."As long as you make sure your eating properly this won't have to happen again."

She gave Rebecca a smile drawing back the curtain. "As far as I can tell you and your baby are both healthy, you can leave whenever you feel up to it."

And with that the nurse was gone.

Rebecca sat still for a moment her hand still clutched to her stomach.

It took her a moment to register what the nurse had just said...

"As far as I can tell you and your baby are both healthy.."

She had heard it...

...but so had Sherlock.

Her heart beat furiously in her chest and she managed to raise her eyes to look at the unmoving detective.

He seemed to be frozen. Still staring at the spot the nurse had left from moments before.

Rebecca could see the cogs turning in his head. She watched as his eyes slowly travelling from her stomach then finally up to her face.

His eyes were black with no emotion.

His face was blank, unreadable...

Rebecca trembled. She hadn't wanted him to find out like this...

She shook her head, tears welling in her eyes.

"I'm s-so sorry," she managed to utter.

But before she could say another word Sherlock Holmes had torn his eyes away from hers and swept from the room, leaving Rebecca Francis alone tears streaming down her face.

OH EM GEE! Finally right?

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