Sherlock was restless. He hated hospitals, He was the only one who wasn't admitted after their nightmare at Sherrinford and Musgrave. Emily had been rushed straight into surgery because the electricity still running through her was making her heart go haywire, that and the start of hyperthermia after being in a cold wet well with nothing but his shirt on for hours. John was admitted only for a few hours until his body temperature had returned to normal and Mycroft ended up staying in for 5 days due to the drug that Eurus had injected with him making him sleep. Due to Sherlock becoming frantic and panicked at the thought of not being beside each of them Mycroft used his influence over the hospital staff to put them All onto a private family room. The only ones allowed to walk through that door were themselves, his private doctor and nurse, Anthea and Greg Lestrade. He even made sure that guards were stationed outside the room and building.
Sherlock currently sat between Mycroft and Emily's beds, one hand holding each of theirs. Nobody mentioned the fact that the brothers usually hated each other, it seemed to be a thing of the past. Mycroft was finally being discharged and although he wanted to go back to work as he was bored to death being here stuck in bed, he didn't want to leave his baby brother. Emily hadn't awoken yet, there had been 3 scares where her heart had stopped. One as they were coming into the hospital where a paramedic had jumped ontop of her to do chest compressions. It had taken all of Lestrade and John's strength put together to stop Sherlock from killing the man. His brain in so much turmoil and guilt he thought he was going to attack her. The next thankfully in a way, had been during surgery where there were sugeons, doctors and nurses there to restart her heart. Finally the last had happened yesterday, 4 days into their stay. Sherlock had been talling to Mycroft when his face suddenly paled as the monitors starting ringing, medical staff rushing in. Sherlock stood in shock, not comprehending what was happening until Mycroft had pulled him on top of his own bed and held his brother. Sherlock cried and cried, even after they got her breathing again. The sight of the oxygen mask over her face making the tears constant. He fell asleep in Mycrofts arms that night. For the first time since he was 10.
7 weeks later Emily was being discharged back home to 221b Bakers Street. She was exhausted, they'd kept her in much longer as they were worried about all the erratic jumps her heart kept making as a result of the bolts that were sent rhrough her. She now had medications up to her arm but she was glad to go home. It had been repaired from the bomb Eurus had planted, contractors had worked overtime day and night to get it done courtesy of Mycroft. As Anthea drove her home, Sherlock and Mycrofts hands in hers with John opposite with his darling Rosie in her carseat, she was deep in thought.
The doctors had asked to speak with her privately before she left. She'd been sick frequently in the last week so they ran some extra tests. The final one came as a shock.
PregnantShe couldnt believe it. The most traumatising yet confusing event of her life had resulted in her being pregnant with Sherlocks baby. Although they were now officially a couple, she was terrified. Terrified he would hate her, blame her even for not being on anything to prevent it. She'd never had sex, and didn't want to until she found somebody she loved with all her heart. And although that had happened she never dreamed it would so didn't think about going on any protection. Mycroft knew, not only would they not have been able to hide it from him, what with his knack of knowing everything about everything, He'd walked into the hospital room as she stared off into space. Having tried to get her attention for a number of minutes he'd demanded the doctor tell him what was going on. Luckily Sherlock had been out talking to Lestrade on the phone so he missed it.
Mycroft was thinking hard as he watched London filter passed the windows of his tinted black car, gently stroking Emily's knuckles absentmindedly.
Pregnant.He couldnt believe that what happened in Sherrinford had resulted in his brother becoming a father to be. He was relieved of course, that it was Sherlocks and not his. He loved Emily yes but not in a romantic way, more like a familial type. He knew she was worried though, worried about how Sherlock would react, he had to admit he was worried a danger night may be on the horizon but he had faith in his little brother. He knew how much he loved Emily and would never hurt her intentionally.
They dropped John off at his house first. He was packing up all his and Rosies things and moving into 221c in the basement flat. It had two rooms and to be fair they would most likely only use it for sleep. Being up in 221b with Emily and Sherlock most of the time. He knew something was going on, but he had no idea, so he'd played quietly with Rosie in the car, Thanked Anthea when they got out and closed the door behind him.
Mycroft breathed a sigh as he left 221b. He could only hope Sherlock wouldnt screw this up.
Emily sat down on the couch. Sherlock was fussing around her, getting her a blanket and hot water bottle and shouting down to Mrs Hudson for some tea. They sat together, curled up and cuddling, glad to be home.
The next morning Sherlock woke to find Emily gone. Panicking slightly he raced round the flat until he heard her in the bathroom. knocking lightly knowing she wouldn't answer he opened the door to find her leant over the porcelain bowl, throwing up all the door they'd had for dinner last night. Holding her hair and rubbing her back he waited for her to finish and went to fetch her a glass of water. Carrying her into the lounge and tucking her in she looked up with him with fearful eyes.
' Em? what's wrong?' He said softly. Holding her hand. She just looked at him, opened and closed her mouth precisely 3 times before she whispered.
'Sherlock, I'm pregnant.'
Sherlock froze, his mind going into overdrive. Knowing it couldnt have been his brothers, it doesn't work up the backside, and knowing nothing untoward had happened in the hospital he came to the logical conclusion that it was...
His... His baby...Dropping her hand as if it was on fire and backing up slowly. Horror written plainly on his face he watched as intense pain flittered across Emily's face at his obvious rejection. He spun round, grabbed his coat and shoes and hurried out of the house, ignoring her distressed calls of his name.
He had to get out. He needed to think.
Mycroft knew it was coming, He'd been on tenterhooks all night waiting for the call. Finally at 8.37am He received it.
'Sir, target has left the house, seems to be in a hurry and panicked. Orders?''Just keep an eye on him. Make sure he doesn't do anything stupid.'' Yes sir.'He'd rushed over to Bakers Street to find Emily curled up on the floor sobbing her heart out. Sighing softly, he picked her up, wrapped her in a blanket and sat her in his lap, thanking the Lord that she was so petite. Rocking her gently, not saying a word. Emily drifted off to sleep.
Lestrade burst into Bakers Street and rushed up the stairs. He'd had a tip off that somebody had seen Sherlock walking the streets, wide eyed and frantic. Thinking the worst after everything that had happened he'd rounded up a quick team to do a drugs bust, just to make sure he hadn't gone and offed himself this time as he knew it would kill not only him, John and Mycroft but Emily too. Thumping up the stairs Donovan and Anderson on his tail he stopped in the doorway.
On the couch, looking calm as a cucumber sat Mycroft Holmes. Not seeming bothered except for a raised eyebrow he gestured to the chair opposite him.
'Now Detective Inspector, what can I do for you when you storm my brothers house like a herd of elephants?' Greg shifted uneasily. He didnt want to be the one who told Mycroft that Sherlock may be using again. The team had already started to search the flat. picking up weeks old experiments that had been abandoned so Sherlock could stay at the hospital with Emily. Speaking of, that's when he noticed the young woman curled up on Mycrofts lap. Tear tracks lined her face as she clung loosely to his white starched shirt, a blanket wrapped round her to keep off the chill.
Keeping his voice low as not to wake her he said
'Mycroft, where is Sherlock? was it a danger night?' Mycroft glanced at Donovan and Anderson who were not so subtly sending glances at him and Emily and eavesdropping.
'Everything is under control Detective Inspector, He is being monitored after he found out some distressing news.'
' Is he alright? I mean, is there anything I can help with?' Greg was worried, He'd seen many times how far off the rails Sherlock could go. He may not be as close to him as John but he classed Sherlock as a very good friend and cared for him.
Mycroft eyes softened at the obvious concern this man was showing. But he refused to divulge this family news. It wasn't his to tell.
'Greg, he's fine. Trust me. '
The DI nodded, took a breathe, smiled slightly at the young woman who shifted and clung tighter to Mycrofts chest, and watched as the man absentmindedly ran his fingers through her hair.
Standing up he called quietly .
'Thats it, we're not needed, there's nothing here.' Unfortunatly Anderson decided to speak.
'What the hell? how do we know there's nothing here we've barely started. The freaks brother is probably covering for him as usual!' He huffed, before he heard a cough behind him.
Mycroft was fuming, he hated the word 'freak' especially when aimed at his brother. He carefully moved Emily off of him and set her down on the couch, tucking the blanket round her. He stood straight, coughed and walked up behind Anderson.
' Mr Anderson, if I hear you utter than foul name in regards of my brother again I will make sure you will lose your job and be sent off to war in order to repent. Do I make myself clear?' Nodding fearfully Anderson scurried out. Just as the rest of Scotland Yard were going to file out, in came Sherlock in an absolute frienzy. Ignoring the startled looks of his audience he crept to Emily's side placed his hand on her stomach and whispered
'I'm sorry.' Into her hair.
Shocked, but not wanting to cause a scene when there was obviously something serious going On Lestrade ushered his men out and closed the door behind him.
'You have some grovelling and explaining to do brother.'
Sherlock closed his eyes annoyed, He and his brother were much closer now but my god was he still annoying.
'How long did you know?' He ground out. Not taking his eyes form Emily's form.
'Only since yesterday when I found her practically comatose after the doctors had given her the news. She was in shock.' Sherlock sighed. How none of them had realised was beyond him. She'd been tired and moody and sick the last week and a half. He supposed they had all chalked it to being bored I'm the hospital and on medications. He hadn't thought twice when the doctors had included an antisickness with her other medication, thinking it was a side effect.
He'd spent the entire day thinking, wondering if she hated him for taking away her virginity and now making her pregnant. He was scared, he'd never been a parent before and although he generally helped out with Rosie that was Mary and John's job not his.
' I.. I didn't mean to run out... I... I was scared.' Sherlock whispered the last part. Mycrofts anger at his brother vanished. He hadn't run out and tried to get high, he qas just genuinely scared of what was to come.
' And what will you do? Will you ask her to abort?' Mycroft jumped back as a fist came at him. Shocked his brother had tried to hit him but kind of pleased at the same time.
'What on earth?'
'Shut up! How could you even say that! That's my baby in there! Yes he qasnt conceived the way he should have been but that's still my baby! Your nephew!'
' He? nephew?'
'Oh come on Mycroft, you know as well as I do it will be a boy, Holmes's only ever have boys! But that's beside the point, it's still my baby and your nephew!'
Breathing heavily, fists tight and looking quite frankly insane, Sherlock jolted as a small hand clasped his arm.
'Lock.. Lockie... please, what are you saying?' Emilys voice was soft and timid, as if she didnt really want the answer. Sherlock breathed in, and out, and in. Counted to 20 in his head and all of a sudden his fury leaked out of him and he flopped heavily on the couch beside her. Putting his arm round her neck and pulling her to him be breathed out,
'What I'm saying is if you want us we are yours.' Placing his hand on her stomach and he started to slowly rub circles on it.
Mycroft smiled slightly and let himself out.
Well done little brother.
Three months had gone by since Emily had been discharged, everybody had been over the moon for the couple on the impending arrival. John was extatic that Rosie would have somebody to grow up with and Mrs Hudson was excited to have two children to care for during the day.
Emily continued to attend cases with the boys, however only when they were at home or identifying the body. She had been told, in no uncertain tones, that if she set foot on a chase she would be locked away in the house and not let out until the little one had appeared. Greg Lastrade had been a great help to her. He had a calm voice that when she was anxious or stressed, Usually if Sherlock and John were on a chase, he would sit in his office with her and tell stories. More often than not curling up falling asleep on the little couch in there. He deliberately started keeping a pillow and an afghan to throw over her when this happened. Mycroft had made it a mission to buy most of what was needed, thankfully alot of Rosies old baby things were perfectly usable still but he couldnt resist buying a bear he had seen in the shop window.
Sherlock had changed the most, he became more aware and careful chasing criminals as he didn't want something to happen. He ensured that he was present at all scans or appointments, even going so far as to put off a case for Lestrade because one was booked. He looked after Emily and made sure she ate and slept. Emily became tired very early in the pregnancy due to her iron being continuously low. It's why she could be found asleep often. She didn't seem to care who was with her or where she was.
This unfortunately led to many snide remarks being made within Scotland Yard. Anderson seemed to have made it a mission to make her out to be something she wasn't.
It all came to blows one day when she was at the station. And my gosh did he wish it hadn't.
Emily had had a difficult night, she couldnt sleep and her ever growing bump was making her feel extremely fat.
Feeling very low she followed Sherlock and John to Scotland Yard and into Lestrades office. As usual the fatherly DI gently rubbed her stomach as be walked by and sat behind his computer, filling the boys in on the latest case. She didn't mind, most people commented on it and she loved how he was so involved. He was a true treasure. Emily started to feel quite ill but didn't want to go home so stayed in the office. When the boys and Lestrade had gathered a team to go and make a bust Sherlock, noticing she was a little pale offered to stay.
Shaking her head she kissed him softly.
'No Lock, go on, go help Greg, I'm going to lie down on the couch.' Making sure she was comfortable he kissed her forehead and walked out. Still loving the chase all these years along the line and excited about catching the killer.
Emily had been dozing lightly when she heard the door open a little. Staying where she was she made no movement to show she'd heard. She then listened closely to the conversation out in the main area of the department.
'Sally, why the hell are you checking on the freaks girlfriend, you don't don't like her!' Emily rolled her eyes, god could he not be more original.'Because Phillip, I'm not that much of a heartless bastard as to leave a pregnant woman alone in an office for hours on end.'
'But you hate her.'
'I don't have to like her to be a decent human, she's finding this pregnancy hard, I heard she has low iron which is why she always sleeps.'
'Who cares, she's probably been out on the town all night hooking up with all the crazy freaks put there.' Ouch, that one hurt, she'd never cheated on anybody, especially not Sherlock.
' Anderson, cut it out.'
'Hell have you seen her! she goes to sleep on everyone, last week, I stopped off at Bakers Street to drop off a file for Lestrade and found her asleep ontop of the freaks brother who was laying on the couch. Then again I ran out pretty sharpish, that man gives me the creeps.'
' Thats nothing, the doctor gave her a piggy back last time she fell asleep here because her boyfriend couldnt be bothered to. Lestrade can basically pick her up!' Another voice piped up.
' Guys, enough is enough, leave her alone.' Emily felt immense gratitude to Sally Donovan in that moment. She'd never taken to the tall dark skinned woman, mainly because of the way she insulted Sherlock continuously but she felt gratful now.
'Hey, ten bucks on the baby isn't the freaks. I bet it's the brothers, She probably has them both every night! No wonder she's tired!'
Emily couldnt listen anymore, tears bluring she sat up and rushed out the door.
'THATS ENOUGH! ANDER...' Silence, they stated at her. She walked with her head high, ignoring the looks, she met Sally at the door, she looked guilty and angry.
'Miss Taylor I...'
'Leave it Donovan.'She snapped harshly, Then softening slightly, she whispered.
'Thanks Sally.' and walked out. As she walked down the corridor, she could hear Donovan ripping into the other officers in the room.
Not really knowing what to do, she knew Mycroft would have security detail on her and if she went out the front door he'd be outside immediately. Right now she just wanted a walk, alone, Still having tears dribbling down her cheeks she slipped out the back door near the landing bay and started walking down the alleyway and towards the street beyond.
She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't see the hand reach out from behind the dustbin until it clamped a cloth over her mouth and nose. Panicking and struggling she felt her vision fade and everything go black.
