"They're pregnant," Sherlock declared casually.
Greg stared at him briefly, while Molly shot a look towards their friend.
"Anderson and Donovan? But…? Greg stammered. His immediate thought wasn't so much to what Sally would do, but what HE would do, and WHAT random Detective Sergeant he would wind up with in Sally's inevitable absence for maternity leave. Donovan was a pain in the ass but she was good at what she did. REALLY good. And more's the point, he VALUED her on his team.
"Yes, Anderson and Donovan. You didn't think her sudden tolerance of me was RANDOM, did you Greg?" Sherlock sipped from his teacup conspicuously.
"Well, I thought perhaps it was your… well… I really have no idea what it was. Females are mysterious. I never claimed to understand them, only accept them," Greg admitted, with a shrug towards Molly. His wife simply smiled with understanding at this.
"Hormones, no more, no less. She'll likely ask for your advice in time," Sherlock added.
"How long has my husband before he has to break in a new Sergeant?" Molly spoke. Greg sighed softly with relief at her intervention.
"Oh," Sherlock casually said, as he chose a ginger nut from the plate in front of him, "A good six months at least, perhaps seven if my deductions are a bit bold."