Well fathers day is just around the corner and seeing as I will be out of town visiting my siblings up in Washington this Sunday I decided to upload this chapter as a gift even though it has absolutely nothing to do with fathers day. Also my birthday's this tuesday June 17, which means absolutely nothing then a change in age as I've begun to realize the older you get the less you feel like things have really changed from year to year. Well that's just my opinion any way. Well enough rambling from me its onto the disclaimer and then the chapter enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock only this story

Chapter 9: Package

13 Weeks since Sherlock faked his death and 10 weeks pregnant

It was there hidden among the letters wrapped up simple ordinary brown paper. The small package its ends closed together by scotch tape, and even smaller letters marking the face. There was no address to indicate who had sent it or where it was to be delivered. Just the simple words From: the git, To: the one who counted written in jagged black ink as if the owner of the handwriting had done so in a hurry.

Even without an address, Molly had a firm idea of who the package was from. She recognized the handwriting, and if that wasn't a clear enough of an indication, as to had sent it, the to and from labels certainly were. The package was from Sherlock, after all only he aside from her family had ever told her she counted, while the git was a strong indicator of what people, meaning John, would call him whenever he did something not good. It was also a safer alias should the package fall into the wrong hands, anyone else besides Molly, would think nothing of it, but to her it said everything. It told her that he was alright, that he was alive, and mostly it gave her hope for his return.

The question remained who had sent it, she didn't think Sherlock would risk being discovered to send her this, and an ordinary postal service wouldn't deliver mail that was unmarked. No, if anyone had left it for on Sherlock's orders, it was probably Sherlock's brother Mycroft. She wouldn't put it passed him considering he had bugged her house more than a few weeks ago, when Sherlock was staying with her.

Sherlock of course had properly found and removed all of them within a day. After which he told Mycroft to his face, that for the foreseeable future, he was to mind his own business, and leave his and Molly's alone.

Molly fingered the ends of the brown paper as she tried to decide whether or not she should tear the wrapping off, to find out what item it held within its prison of glue and dried tree. In the end, Molly went into her room and opened her closet reaching well into the back she pulled out an ordinary shoe box, which was empty except for one item Sherlock's purple shirt. Into the shoe box she gently placed the package to add to her collection of things from Sherlock, before closing the shoe box's lid and the closet door, as she decided that whatever the package contained would remain the way it was for now a mystery, to be uncovered at a later date. After all, she had more important things to worry about and enough secrets to keep. She certainly didn't need any more, what with a fake death and a child on the way.

Please leave your comments, concerns, suggestions, questions, prompts, and constructive criticism not flames or hate mail in the comment box below.

Also I would love to hear people's guesses as to what they think the item is inside the package that Sherlock sent Molly the answer to which will be revealed later down the road?

The word Git is of british slang and means a foolish or contemptible person