Haha. Yes the baby is starting to look like Sherlock. Trust me that will come into play later. :) Don't worry this isn't a 'Sherlock got some girl knocked up and forgot about it' fic. My Sherlock is a virgin still.
Two hours later Sherlock was in a much better mood. His mother had slipped out without a word and John guessed that was for the best.
When the truck from the store arrived John had been in shock as to how many boxes were unloaded. He hadn't realized they bought that much stuff. They got a bit carried away.
John opened box after box going through them. Sherlock was dragging the box containing the crib into his bedroom.
"Need help with that?" John called as he found the swing.
"I've got it John," Sherlock called back. "I've saved nations I think I can put a crib together."
John snapped the swing together and stuck the batteries in the back. He picked Isabell up from the couch and placed her inside. He turned it on and it began to slowly swing.
She made a little noise almost like a cat and relaxed into the swing. She had her toy cow's ear in her mouth. It was almost impossible to get that stuffed cow away from her.
"Hi there little princess," he said smiling at her. "How is that? Like your new swing?"
"This is an evil contraption," Sherlock yelled from the other room.
John knew it was only a matter of time before Sherlock lost his mind with the crib. Hum. He hadn't lasted that long. John walked into the bedroom and looked inside.
Sherlock had dumped everything out onto the floor and was sitting in the middle of the mess. He had the instructions in his hand and was going over them.
"This doesn't make sense," Sherlock said. "If that part goes there then there is no where for the other end to go."
"Let me Sherlock," he said holding out his hand. "No shame in asking for help."
Sherlock didn't say anything but he did hand the paper over. John looked at and realized at once Sherlock had made an amateur mistake.
"It's upside down," he said and turned it the other way round.
"No it isn't," Sherlock said yanking the paper back. He looked at it a long minute. "OK. It was upside down. If you breath a word of this to anyone I'll have you framed for murder."
"Of course," John said sitting down next to him. "Now lets see how this goes together."
Fifteen minutes later the crib was together and John was digging around for the Strawberry shortcake sheet set.
Sherlock took Izzy out of the swing and took her into the kitchen to get a fresh bottle.
"John," Sherlock said as he mixed up the formula. "Why have you been sleeping in my bed?"
"Uh," John said as he walked by with some of the new clothes. "Easier. It's hard to go up and down with Izzy."
"Why don't we just share? You should just move your stuff in." Sherlock asked as if it was the most natural thing in the world. "We'll have to anyway in a couple of months when she needs her own room."
Izzy took hold of the bottle right away. He took her over to the swing and laid her in it. It propped the bottle up with the cow.
He walked back over to John who had been silent the whole time. He closed the distance between them until they were less than six inches apart. He would never admit it but he was scared out of his mind. He had no idea how John would respond to what he was about to try.
"I know I told you I was married to my work but it has become an open relationship," he said. "I...I don't really know how to say this."
John's heart was racing as Sherlock closed the distance between them. He didn't know what to say. He didn't know if he wasn't supposed to say anything.
Perhaps silence was best.
Sherlock was holding his position only inches from his face. He didn't make the final move that would cause them to experience their first kiss.
Sometimes John forgot how native Sherlock was about somethings. He was waiting for John. He wanted him to make the move.
John slowly leaned in and sealed their lips together. The second they met the awkwardness of the moment disappeared. He leaned all his weight into him and just let go.
Sherlock had been kissed in high school. Just a couple of quick ones from girls who thought they could rope him in. He was sure it must have happened at Uni but he couldn't remember them.
This was something unlike anything he had felt before. This was the most intimate moment he had ever had. He didn't want it to end.
John's mouth was open and his tongue was pressing at his lips. That was completely new. He let his mouth open and he felt his mouth invade by John's tongue.
He couldn't repress the moan that slipped through his open lips.
Finally after what seemed like an eternity they separated.
"That was amazing," John panted leaning against the wall.
"I've never done anything like that," Sherlock confessed.
"You've never been kissed?" John asked trying to hide his surprise.
"Not like that," he said smiling at him. "Not with...not with tongue."
"Are you really a virgin?" John asked.
"Why are you asking that?" Sherlock asked feeling a bit exposed.
"Well Mycroft said you didn't know things about sex so I assumed you were a virgin," John explained.
"Yes," Sherlock said. "I'm not ashamed of it."
"You don't have any reason to be," John said quickly. "I wasn't saying it because it was a bad thing. I...I just wanted to know because I didn't want to...well to take this too far too quickly."
"Don't worry about it John," he said putting an arm around him. "I know you. I know you won't rush me in to anything."
"So...," John said with a chuckle. "I guess we really are a couple now."
"Oh my god I almost forget," Sherlock said taking out his phone. "Molly said she had something at the morgue she wanted to show me. She sent a picture early but I didn't look at it."
John smiled as Sherlock slipped out from around him. Same old Sherlock.
"Can you watch Izzy?" Sherlock asked looking at the phone. "This looks interesting."
"Of course," John said sitting down on the couch. "You go. You need the fun."
"I thought I just had fun," Sherlock said with a chuckle putting away his phone.
"Don't stay out too late and maybe you can have some more when you get home," John said turning on the telly.
Sherlock smirked at him before he slipped out the door.
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The picture of the body Molly sent him looked perfectly normal. Too perfect. There didn't seem to be any damage to it. There didn't seem to be any reason for the woman to be dead. Molly said in the text that it was something in the woman's pocket that caught her attention. Of course she didn't send a picture of that. That would be giving too much away and Sherlock liked the mystery.
"Sorry I'm late," he said as he entered the morgue. "I got caught up. Now tell me what was in her pocket."
"Only this," Molly said holding up a small brown bottle.
Most people wouldn't have given it a second notice. They would have just wrote it off as a pill bottle or something to hold herbs. Yet, this bottle brought make a wave of memories. It looked just like the bottle from 'a study in pink' as John had labeled it.
"How did she die?" Sherlock asked looking at the bottle.
"Suicide," Molly said. "We're still waiting on the test to see what it was. I thought that the bottle looked very familiar."
"Have you called the police?" Sherlock asked.
"Her suicide was of course reported," Molly said. "I found the bottle after it was reported. I wanted talk to you before I called them."
"Call them," John said handing the bottle back. "I think we have a copy cat on our hands. I have to get home. Call them!"
Sherlock didn't think he ever ran faster as he took off out of the hospital. A flood of 'what ifs' were flooding his brain. What if Moriarty lived though his 'death' and was doing this to get his attention? What if it was a copy cat trying to get attention?
Whatever it was. Sherlock had to get home to make John and the baby were safe.