Sorry it took me so long to post this chapter but I was busy watching seasons 1 and 2 of Psych with the hopes of being inspired for some future cases in my story. I also struggled a bit with some of the chapter at points trying to find what work and what didn't. As to the contest it is now officially closed, after the correct answer was given. By two people who answers I received at the same time, rather than picking between the two they were both notified and given their prizes. Unfortunately everyone else were half to wait before I reveal the name, but the good news is you will no longer have to wait a whole month between Chapter 18 and Chapter 19 followed by Chapter 20 a week latter. Also as of next week I will be without internet access as I am leaving for the beach this Saturday. As a result I will be giving you an extra chapter later tonight.

Disclaimer: Do not own Sherlock

Chapter 15: Baby Shower

25 weeks since Sherlock's fake death and 22 weeks pregnant

It was all Mary's idea, is what Molly could say about it, as the two girls went about finishing up the decorations inside the house with Molly handling only the ones close to the ground or that she could reach on her own two feet. Anything else that would require a chair to reach was taken care of by Mary, as falling from such a height could potentially be dangerous to the unborn child she had been carrying around for the past few months.

Mary had wanted to throw a baby shower for her friend because it was something that ever mother should do for their first child. Only, Molly had been a little reluctant as she still had yet to tell anyone else besides Mary that she was pregnant. Okay maybe she had told Michael because he was in every sense of the word her boss, he had pretty much figured it out anyway after Molly began wearing loser clothing a few weeks ago as her stomach was starting to take on difference in diameter, and he would need time to find her a replacement when the time came for her to take a few months leave from work.

That was one of the perks of the place that she worked at that staff members were given plenty of maternity leave time, while the other was the day care center Michael had been oh so kind to inform her of.

It was just everyone else she was having a much more difficult time explaining to. Especially since Molly new that Moriarty's men were still out there and fearful of what they would do should they find out about the child. A corn she wish she could voice to Sherlock, but with no way to contact him she figured if he didn't know well there was chance that no one else would figure it out.

But, after a few weeks of arguing against it Molly had eventually given into a baby shower of sort. In that she had decided to do it on her birthday so that it was more like a Happy Baby Party instead of a baby shower. Basically a combination of a birthday party and baby shower thrown together, so while the decorations were all very birthday like particularly the ones outside her apartment and the invitations which Mary had given personally to each of Molly's friends announced in fine print that it was also a celebration for her expecting child and that guest need only bring a gift for her baby. After all Molly had decided there was nothing she really wanted this year for herself, as she was already being given the greatest gift all, the chance to be a mother.

So while the outside decorations were more Happy Birthday, like the inside were a combination of the two themes complete with a large teddy bear in the center of one of the tables that said it's a Boy in big bold lettering instead of a balloon. Courtesy of Michael who had proudly declared himself the baby's uncle. Since Molly didn't have any immediate family in London, he had even agreed to drive her to the hospital the day of her delivery if needed, and given her his fax and home phone number to add to his cell phone, and work number which she already had from her first day of work, in case of emergency.

The door dinged just as Mary finished adding the last streamer. "I'll get it," she cried bounding down from the chair she had been standing on just a few moments ago, and racing down the hall to the front door, slamming the door open after looking through the peep hole.

Standing on the front porch was one of Molly's coworkers with a small present tucked under her arms. Over the next few minutes that was how it when with her coworkers and girlfriends coming to the door and Molly or Mary letting them in. Until her living room was clustered with people and the table was piled high with gifts, making Molly glad that she knew only a few people as any more and the table would probably have collapsed under the weight placed upon it. A fact Molly was glad for as she could just picture her dear old grandmother turning in her grave, if her only granddaughter broke her table.

Over the next two hours the group of women enjoyed themselves in talking and playing baby games until finally it was present time. Sitting down in the chair of honor as Mary had deemed it, Molly was handed her first gift a rectangular box, which several different sized foodies.

Present after present Molly opened with ewes and odds all around from her friends. With items ranging from a diaper tower to more stuff animals, baby outfits and toys then one baby could possibly need. Most of her guest had even been thoughtful enough to attach gift receipt to the items just in case. It finally came down to Molly's finale gift from Mary. On opening she found she shouldn't have been surprised well partially she wasn't as she pulled forth the green and gold scarf, a child size black dress coat, and a dress suit to go with it. On top of the outfit were placed three paperback Agatha Christie books. But, on looking closer Molly could see there was something off about the cover and the size of the book they didn't quite fit on at least two of them. Which could only mean one thing that 'And then There Were None' and 'Murder on the Orient Express' were not the real titles for two out of the three books she held in her hand.

After here guests had left Molly quickly removed the two covers that didn't belong to their respective books and sure enough an audio copy of the Beginner and the Advance Guide to Mystery Solving: A look at Causes of Death, Apprehension, Examination, Laws and Crimes, and the Like. With a small note attached to the first one "It's never too late for your son to follow in his father or mother footsteps."

Molly's son wasn't even born yet, and her best friend was already stating that she was pretty assured of what field of profession he was going to be working in some form of another. And though Molly wasn't one to decide her baby's future for him, the uncanny thing was that Molly was pretty sure Mary was right. After all with the DNA of two extremely smart people running through his little genes, especially one of which was the world's only consulting detective, she had little doubt that her child wouldn't be just as smart as his father. That she was carrying a future Consulting Detecathologist.

Consulting Detecathologist- is not a word real word but one I made up, like William Shakespeare who was notorious for making up his own words when he made his play, and is a combination of the words Consulting Detective and Pathologist. Which are Sherlock's and Molly's professions respectively.