I am really sorry that it has taken me so long to get this chapter up. I have been sick and had surgery on the 4th May. Now that I am feeling a bit stronger and have a few more weeks off work I figured it's time to catch up on my stories. I still own nothing except any errors.

Mrs Hudson stared at Sherlock as he stomped down the stairs and out the front door. Staring at the door and then at the stairs she frownned. Something had happened; it didn't take Sherlock Holmes to figure that out.

Dropping her phone on the seat she stood and shuffled over to the kitchen with the intention to make a strong cup of tea. Halfway to her destination she was racked with sobs and promptly forgot what she was doing. She found small confort in the fact that as soon as John found out what had happened (and he would find out) Sherlock would be hunted down and his ass would be kicked. A very small comfort but a comfort nevertheless.

The loud thumping on the stairs got closer and closer. "Molly!" The door to living room flung open to reveal a concerned Mary and a livid looking John. Molly's red rimmed eyes met with John's.

"Where is the git?!"

Molly sniffed. "He's he's gone John."

John took a deep breath trying to calm himself.

"I will fucking kill him!"

Rolling her eyes Mary walked over to her friend, wrapped her arms around her and lead her to the sofa. The two women sat quietly for a few minutes; Mary waiting for Molly to say somehting and Molly trying to figure out what to say.

"John sweetheart why don't you do something useful and pop the kettle on." It wasn't a question.

Tea in hand the trio sat and stared into their drinks. "I told him." Molly whispered so quietly that the Watson's had to strain to hear. "He didn't say anything and then he turned and left."

Mary ran her hand up and down her friends back. "Did you try calling him?"

"Phone's off." The pathologist replied. The two doctors looked at each other.

"Shit." John mumbled. "This is bad."

Mrs Watson frowned at her husband.

"His phone is never off." Molly explained plainly.

Mary stood up and began to pace. "This is ridiculous. Between his best friend, his girlfriend and."

"A ninja assassin." Molly offered.

Mary smiled. "We should be able to find him."

John pulled out his phone. "I'll call Mycroft."

"I'll call Billy." Mary pulled out her phone.

Molly looked at her two friends and smiled. She was so lucky to have them. The world went silent for Molly as she thought about her baby, their baby. Would it be more like her or Sherlock? Frowning she shook her head. "Must think of a better word then it." Absentmindly her hand rubbed her tummy.

"Okay."

Johns enthusastic voice broke her out of her thoughts, "Mycroft can't do anything until after the meeting he's in is finished but he'll call us when he's finished."

"Billy doesn't want to betray Sherlock."

Frustrated John ran a hand through his hair. "Right I'm going looking for him. Call me if you hear from him yeah?"

Mary sat next to her friend. "And now we wait."

"Do you think John will find him?"

"I think he will drive around all night if he has to."

Molly sighed. "That's a no."

"Hey. He probably just had brain overload. He's no doubt sitting somewhere hanging out in his mond palace trying to find a logical way to deal with all this."

"Or he's shooting up somewhere."

"You don't really believe that."

It was silent for a minute or so. "No I don't."

The shadows on the walls of 221B slowly began to fade until there were none remaining.

"Where's my god daughter?"

"She's with Mrs Hudson. She's fine."

Molly nodded feeling more that a little bad that she'd only just noticed.

Half an hour later John reentered the flat carrying takeaway containers.

"No luck?"

John shook his head. "Quick food break and then back to it."

The chinese food was passed around as the three occupants of 221B discussed what to do next. Mycroft had called John and informed John that while he wished he could help Sherlock walking out of a lovers tiff was not real call for the government to step in. John now wanted to punch both Holmes brothers.

"So I'm gonna head back out and drive around for a bit." John rocked forward to stand up.

The pathologist shook her head. "Don't worry about it John."

He looked at his pathologist friend like she had grown an extra head. "Molly. I don't mind."

"I know." She smiled at him. "But Sherlock is a big boy and if he wants to walk away from the best thing that has ever happened to him then he is an idiot."

The Watson's laughed.

"What's so funny?" A deep, rich voice asked.

The trio turned to see the world's only consulting detective removing his scarf. "Any food left?"

"You fucking twat!" John flew from his seat and punched his friend straight in the jaw. "What the hell is your problem?"

"John!" Mary stood and pulled her husband away from his beast friend.

"She tells you she's pregnant and instead of manning up you runaway."

Sherlock looked over at his girlfriend who on seeing him looking at her turned her head away.

"Yes thank you John I am well aware of my behaviour."

Narrowing his eyes John took a few deep breaths trying to calm himself. "You're a git. Do you know that?"

"So you've told me befpre." His eyes never left Molly.

"We're gonna go." Mary smiled at Molly before all but dragging her still seething husband towards the door. "Sort it Sherlock."

Before the detective could reply the Watsons had left.

"Molly?"

The pathologist stared down at her fingers which were trembling.

"Molly."

"Where were you?"

"I was at one of my bolt holds."

Molly turned her head to look at him. "Why did you run?"

He blinked at her. "I didn't."

Rolling her eyes she turned her whole body to face him. "You did. Just because you weren't physically running doesn't mean you weren't running away. And it was in the opposite directing hence runing away"

Closing his eyes briefly he sat down on the opposite pend of the sofa. "I just needed some time."

"Then why didn't you say that." Standing up she began to pace. "I thought that you were done with me."

"Don't be ridic.."

She shot him a dirty look. "Don't even finish that sentence. You have to look at this from my point of view. I tell the man I love that I am pregnant with his baby and without saying a word he leaves." She stopped and faced him. "What am I supposed to think? Tell me oh great one? How was I supposed to react?"

"Surely you knew I'd be back Molly."

Frustrated she threw her hands in the air. "I knew nothing. That's the fucking problem." Her voice got louder. ":No phone call, no text, no telegram, no ffucking smoke signals nothing. Sherlock. Not one word and your phone was off."

"I told you I needed time to think."

Sighing her resolved softened slightly. "I get that but we've talked about this before. Communication Sherlock. A text just to say you need time so I don't freak out and your best friend doesn't have to punch you again."

Sherlock scoffed and he lightly touched where John punched him. "Didn't even hurt." He mumbled. There was silence as they stood and stared at one another. Tentatively the detective took a few steps towards his pathologist. "You're really pregnant?"

She nodded.

He took a few more steps. "I'm gonna be a father?"

Smiling she nodded once more.

Slowly a bright smile formed on his face and he wrapped his arms around her. Kissing her briefly he sunk to his knees. Placing his hands on her hips her kissed her stomach.

Smiling through tears Molly weaved her fingers through Sherlocks unruly hair. Looking down at him she noticed that he was whisper to her stomach. She strained to hear and finally she laughed.

"Are you reciting the periodic table?"

Jumping up he kissed her soundly before heading towards his violin. "Have to start early."

And here it is. By no stretch of the imagination my best work but I had to get it published.