"What sort of name is BAILEY for a boy?" John sneered. Sherlock shared a look of disdain with his best friend.
"What sort of name is Bailey for a GIRL, for that matter," Sherlock said, firing a nasty look at Greg.
Greg simply chuckled softly as he sat back, bringing his ankle up to rest on his knee in that self-satisfied posture he used to assume whilst carrying out one of his infamous "Drugs Busts" in Sherlock's flat.
"It's a unisex name, of course. Molly has always liked that name and I think it's got a nice ring to it as well. We chose it before we knew if the baby were a girl or a boy. It suits either."
"That is WHOLLY lacking in any imagination, Lestrade," Sherlock scolded. "Of course YOU'D come up with something as asinine as THAT."
"Sherlock," John said, raising his eyebrows. "Manners."
Sherlock rolled his eyes, refusing to admit that he actually DID rather think that "Bailey Lestrade" had a nice ring to it, and his irritation was merely for the utter lack of any real clue in the name.
"Now, I have to admit," John conceded, "It IS a nice name. I don't suppose there's a middle name chosen?" he hinted, hopefully.
Greg sighed happily, basking in the fact that he had them baffled.