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Tell Me This Night Is Over.

Chapter Five.

Greg stepped into his bullpen after his visit with John. There were no open cases at the moment but there was, unfortunately, paperwork and watching Donovan. Mycroft had eased the inquiry off just enough to put her at ease, giving her plenty of rope Greg truly hoped she'd hang herself with.

Donovan on her end was bored, bored and frustrated. With Sherlock finally gone she had no interest of hanging around as a sergeant in this dead end unit. As soon as she got the go ahead she would be gone, she wanted more out of life than this and she was going to get it. Moriarty may be gone, Sally actually wasn't completely sure about that but it didn't really matter. She had been taught to carry out his will and tend his legacy and that was exactly what she was going to do. Also she was going to get back at that blasted pet of Sherlock's. Her jaw still ached from where he'd punched her. Oh she would get him alright, where it would hurt the most. Sally fiddled with her pen and prayed for something to happen, something that would get the ball rolling.

Greg wasn't even halfway to his office when he got an alert from Dispatch, "Alright Donovan, get everyone together, we've got a body, top of the Jolly Hotel."

"What is it with bodies and roof tops? At least the Jolly Hotel as a lift going all the way up." Sally rose from behind her desk, grabbing her suit jacket and going to gather the gang, even Anderson. Why the silly man couldn't understand that she was done with him now she couldn't comprehend. She'd gotten all she wanted out of him; let his wife handle him now.

It wasn't long until they were at the hotel. Sally not managing the police tape for once stepped closer to the body, tensing when she recognized the black clad man. She'd met him in a few meetings with James. He was one of James' most trusted snipers, one who'd had orders just like her. His were to keep watch over Lestrade, to take the DI down if anything out of order should occur. For him to have been taken out himself was worrying. Sally felt a shiver go down her spine and she barely resisted the urge to look around and she if she was being watched.

Greg paced around the body. This was definitely what would have been one of the 'weird' ones he'd have called on Sherlock for, not only the location but the fact that there was a file pinned to the bloke's chest with the knife that had probably been used to slit his throat. He crouched, looking closely at the knife. It was a Ka-bar Eskabar, good for concealment and Army quality. The cut across the throat was almost certainly the cause of death from the amount of blood soaking and drying on the man's clothes and the arterial spray on the nearest wall. Deep, hard, and fast and then this file. He looked up as the ME came over, taking the pulse despite the obvious dead factor but then again there were routines and procedures for a reason. Then the liver jab.

"Our young man here hasn't been dead very long, thirty minutes at the most."

Greg nodded, "Alright. Donovan start a canvas of the building, see if anyone noticed someone suspicious leaving thirty minutes ago. Anderson, photograph and collect the evidence and please keep your theories to yourself until it's all been analyzed."

Anderson frowned and grit his teeth but nodded. He wasn't nearly as happy with his life as he had been with Sally giving him the cold shoulder and Lestrade stomping down hard on his theories. He began doing as ordered though. With Sally not bothering with him there wasn't much point in trying to be clever since he did actually like his job just the way it was.

Sally's mind was whirring as she reluctantly followed orders and started canvassing the hotel, trying to scrounge up witnesses and speaking to the hotel staff about securing the surveillance tapes. She wanted to read what that file said. She had a very uncomfortable feeling about this. As soon as she could get a chance she would do some investigating of her own and find out what was going on in James' web. Sally might be loyal but she wasn't loyal enough to risk her own arse for a dead man. If things were going south then she would get out of here before things collapsed.

Greg made sure to keep Sally occupied. He'd seen the flash of recognition cross her face and he didn't want her seeing what was going on before he knew what the hell was happening so he could adjust for it. Not to mention if she rabbited then he'd have to try and beg John to move in with him and Mycroft until she was caught and that was just not going to be easy or even successful. He managed to get a copy of file after it was scanned and examined six ways to Sunday by Anderson, to which he gruffed a good job before taking the copied file to his desk and reading over it. His brows drew together at the compilation of the dead man's life, none of it particularly inspiring, the proof of him being a part of a larger organization, and the last listed job. It was the final bit there that had him pulling out his phone and texting Mycroft.

'Just what the fucking hell is this about a sniper being set on my ass? - GL'

'You think Donovan is the only one posted by Moriarty? The man was thorough.' - M

Mycroft sighed. He had put it off for as long as he could but he had to contact Sherlock with what he'd managed to dig up about Donovan though it wasn't much. By taking out the sniper after Greg, Sherlock might just have put John in terrible danger. He reached into his desk and took out the untraceable phone that he used for any dealings with Sherlock, attached the file on Donovan and sent it to his brother along with a short text.

'Looks like the spider had another surprise, be careful.' - M

Across London, where he'd just finished mixing up a special cocktail for the second sniper, the one trained on Mrs. Hudson as Sebastian Moran was the very devil to get to, an excellently disguised Sherlock Holmes went on 'break' to read the message he'd been sent. As soon as he opened the attached file he went deathly pale. He quickly replied, he couldn't risk appearing just yet, not until he had at least de-fanged Moran, but if John was in immediate danger he'd risk it to pull him into hiding with him.

'Is John protected? Is he watched? Is she?' He didn't sign the text, Mycroft would know who it came from and signing it was asking for trouble.

'He's protected and watched, so is she. Take care of business, it was just information you should have. - M'

If Sherlock emerged right now things would only go from bad to worse. Who knew what that would do to John and the baby? Mycroft just wanted to make Sherlock aware of what was out there. For now he would do his best to protect Sherlock's precious ones without them knowing about it.

'Second gun now convulsing. Only Moran left. Will return after taking care of him. KEEP JOHN SAFE.' Sherlock closed his phone, set the second sniper's file on a crate in the snug, and slipped into the alley, heading to the nearest hospital to borrow their incinerator for his current disguise. He was still focused but now, in the back of his mind, worry over John's safety had nested and would be gnawing at him.

Mycroft didn't reply again, instead he locked away the phone and pinched the bridge of his nose. Of course he would do his very best to keep John safe, for Sherlock's sake and because he was honestly fond of the doctor. It was difficult though when the greatest danger John faced might not be an outside force.

In the Met Greg was glaring at his phone and his cop's brain was working overtime before he sent a reply to his lover's comment.

'How many are on John? I'd like to know how many bodies with files I'll be seeing. - GL'

'One that I know of on John, one on Mrs. Hudson. - M'

Mycroft hesitated, his fingers hovering over the keys of his phone before he sent off another text.

'It is much to ask but please, trust me on this and don't dig too deep. - M'

Greg stared at that text, a few dozen thoughts and theories going through his head before he answered.

'Alright. If I get punched over anything of this though I'm going to be passing it on to you. - GL'

Mycroft breathed a breath of relief. Greg was his strength and his weakness; he would do absolutely anything, anything at all to keep his lover safe, no matter the consequences.

'Acceptable, besides if that happens we can kiss each other's aches better. - M'

'Keep that thought. I might be home late, another body. - GL'

Greg made an unhappy grimace then grabbed his summer jacket and headed out with the rest, keeping an eagle eye on Donovan just in case.

oOo

Sarah smiled and helped John pull on the concealing jacket, "Excited to find out if the tadpole's a him or a her?"

John flashed her a smile before frowning as he looked down at his form in the lumpy jacket. "Very excited." He stretched out his arms in front of him. "You know...This jacket does nothing but make me look fat all over instead of just my belly. Not to mention I look like a creeper wearing it when the weather is so warm."

She chuckled, "Well better everyone think you're getting actually fat rather than the truth right?" She pat Sentinel on the head and handed his leash to John. The dog, being a certified service dog, got to go everywhere John was. It was a good thing and made her relieved because John was much lighter in spirit when the dog was around.

"Yeah, I suppose so. Just getting a little restless, it will be good to get out." John smiled at her again, reaching down to sneak Sen a treat. He felt giddy with anticipation to find out the gender of his baby. "Let's get going then." John practically bounced on his feet, well in spirit anyway, he wasn't quite as light on his feet as usual.

She grinned and started down the stairs. She didn't really think she'd manage to catch John if he tripped but at the same time she might manage it so it was safer that way. Once they were on their way, the dog panting happily at having a car ride, she looked over at John, "You're being careful right? What Greg said about those deaths...the snipers...you're being careful?"

"When am I not being careful?" John grinned and pushed Sentinel back to the back seat when he tried to crawl to the front. "Seriously though, I am being careful, as careful as I can be staying at home most of the time. I've got Sen and I know Mycroft has some goons on the lookout; they aren't as invisible as they think they are. Greg is stopping by a lot more often as well."

"Okay. I know I'm being a worrywart but I can't really help it. I just can't believe the nerve of that evil little bastard though. I almost wish he was still alive so I could have a few minutes to put the fear of God into him." She muttered a few more invectives against Moriarty, speak not ill of the dead be damned. "Almost, Him being alive would be too much of a pain in the arse for just a few minutes satisfaction."

"Yeah but it would be nice to kill him again." John shifted in the car seat. He didn't like feeling so vulnerable. He'd always been able to handle himself, take care of himself; it was a lot to take in. It didn't matter though, it was something he had to learn because someone else would always come first from here on out.

"We'll just have to pin his face to the effigies on Guy Fawkes night is all." She turned the conversation to more pleasant baby related aspects, "Have you made a decision on the crib yet?"

"No, I had no idea there were so many models to choose from. Mycroft told me...through Greg that they still have the crib Sherlock at their family home but I don't know...It could be nice but maybe it is time for something new. Something with no history, a fresh start there as well." John pushed Sen back again.

She smiled and turned onto the long road that would lead to Weisz's home and clinic, "You could just tell him to sit and stay you know. His training would make him obey. You need to make your decision soon though my hard headed friend. In another week you'll be on bed rest and in thirteen weeks, give or take, you'll be needing that crib."

"Yeah, I know. I'll probably put it off until the last second and end up with an IKEA nightmare if I know myself though." He made a face. "I love my baby and I want the best for him or her but goodness...Have you been a single fat man in a large jacket inside a baby store? I might just as well have a painted sign with the word pervert kiddie molester on my back."

"That, John, is what they created online shopping for." She turned the car into the drive of the Weisz estate.

"Spoil my 'poor me' whinging why don't you?" John nearly stuck his tongue out at her...nearly. After a bit of shifting and shuffling he managed to get out of the car on his own, opening the back door to let Sentinel out and hook the leash to his collar again. So far the lab had been on his very best behavior when they went to Dr. Weisz and John couldn't be prouder.

"I consider it my sacred duty to keep you from wallowing and whinging." She closed the car door and followed John and Sentinel into the clinic, chuckling at the stink eye the dog got from Dr. Weisz's nurse. "Good morning Nurse Majors. Lovely day isn't it?"

John could actually see the nurse's nostrils fluttering as the woman did her best to keep quiet and not air her thoughts about bringing a filthy animal into the clinic. It was clear that she valued her job even though she didn't approve on all the clientele apparently.

"Yes a very good morning, you are looking particularly charming today Nurse Majors." John sent her his best doctor grin, fake as it could be.

"Through the doors, just sit down and wait and Dr. Weisz will be with you shortly." Nurse Majors suddenly found something on her computer screen extremely important and engaging.

Sarah's lips twitched and she walked with John to the exam room, just as cheerfully soothing in decor as the doctor's office even with the medical set up, and took that chance to giggle and speak in an undertone to John, "Perhaps her husband sent her a love letter?"

"Really? You think so?" John wrinkled his nose. "I think she's googling images of those buff blokes, modeling the Mills and Boon covers, you know like...What's his name...Fabio. Mrs. Hudson adores him."

"Ugh more muscles than brains." She was laughing with John just as Dr. Weisz came in.

"Ah it's a good mood day I see. Ready to find out if you've a lad or a lass John?"

"Yes please, very ready." John nodded, smiling at the older doctor. Getting Dr. Weisz as his doctor had been great, John really trusted him.

"We'll go through the usual physical and then get the ultrasound set up," Dr. Weisz listened to John's heartbeat then the baby's and went through all the usual exam before going over to a ceiling to floor closet and rolling out a slightly different ultrasound machine.

"Oh. Oh that's a Voluson E8 Expert BT08 isn't it?"

He chuckled, "Indeed Dr. Sawyer."

"Oh you bastard," it was good natured, "I'd sell off a foot for one of those."

"No you wouldn't, you're much too fond of kicking arse to give it up by being one footed." John teased her gently. "It is a gorgeous piece of machinery though."

Dr. Weisz brought the machine over to the exam table, "I certainly prefer it to the wretched static ultrasounds." He plugged it in and powered it on. "You'd be surprised by the number of people who simply can't believe they're pregnant until they see a face."

"I'm sort of scared about seeing a face though, what if the poor child has my nose?" John had already pulled his shirt up and unbuttoned his trousers inching them down a little to make room for the paddle.

"John you have an adorable nose." Sarah tapped said nose with her finger, "Rounded and adorable, the perfect Irish nose."

John just gave her a look at that. "An Irish nose is just another word for a potato nose and you know it Sarah Sawyer, don't give me that innocent look because I know that you do."

He startled and sucked in a breath of surprise as Dr. Weisz squirted some cold gel on his stomach, that sensation just didn't get any more pleasant.

Sarah chuckled as Dr. Weisz began positioning the probe, "You're just adorable when you do that you know John?" She squeezed his shoulder when he glared at her, "Sorry."

"No, no need to apologize, just not too comfortable, it feels like ice snot spread out on your skin." The gel was warming up a little from his body heat, either that or John was getting used to it. He looked down at his belly as Dr. Weisz moved the probe around.

"Hmm I believe, ah yes," Dr. Weisz gave an amused chuckle and moved the probe to the side of John's belly, "we can get the best view of the little one's face from here. It seems that the baby had decided that lying sideways is the perfect position."

"Well at least the baby's still right now, that is not something that happens too often." John chuckled but his eyes were glued to the tiny little face on the monitor. His child was beautiful; it didn't matter if the baby would end up with his nose because it was already the most beautiful child in the world. His heart was bursting with love for the small creature inside of him, though it was clenching too because he was experiencing it without Sherlock.

"Oh just look at that sweet little face," Sarah gave John's shoulder another squeeze. She definitely spotted Sherlock's cheekbones on the baby even this early on. The baby made a little jump and then another one, mouth opening, "Ah hiccups!"

Dr. Weisz chuckled, "Quite so."

It was such a strange sensation, both feeling the little jumps inside him and watching it happen on the monitor. As he watched the baby made sort of a frowning face and even this early and through the ultrasound it was a pure Sherlock expression and John felt his breath hitch for a second.

Sarah heard the hitch in his breath and her heart hurt for him, literally just twisted in her chest. To bring his thoughts away from the sadness she asked, "So, we going to find out if it's a boy or a girl?"

Dr. Weisz nodded and moved the probe down a bit, chuckling, "Well that's certainly definitive. Nice of the baby to cooperate."

"Whoa, he have to be careful not to poke himself in the eye with that thing." John's eyes widened as he watched the monitor, his heart beating faster. A boy, he was having a boy. In a split second everything became completely real, he was carrying a son.

Sarah smiled as Dr. Weisz obligingly moved the probe up to the face again, "A little boy. Congratulations John." She squeezed his shoulder again. "Your military reflexes will certainly come in handy during nappy changes."

John chuckled, still feeling in awe and giddy. He still couldn't wrap his head around it. He knew that the baby inside him was part him and part Sherlock but all he could picture was a tiny little Sherlock. Of course it didn't matter what he would look like or be like, John already loved him with everything he was.

Dr. Weisz saved several images to print, "He's absolutely healthy and fortunately not pressing against your pelvic bone, which has been my biggest concern." He watched the baby make a kick and chuckled, "And he's active. I'll be making house calls once you go on bedrest to help keep stress levels down." He froze the image on screen and then set about cleaning the gel off John's stomach. "With Dr. Sawyer's help I'd say we'll have a full term, February delivery."

Just a little over three months left, three months and then John would be a parent. Christ, wasn't that a scary thought? Scary and wonderful too. "I'll do everything I can to make it a full term, stay still, be on bedrest and have Sen help me." The dog thumbed his tail happily at the sound of his name. John chuckled at him and hitched his trousers back up and fastened them before pulling his jumper back down.

Dr. Weisz sent the images to print. "Will you be giving Mycroft a copy of one of the images? Or is he still in the metaphorical dog house for his high handedness?"

"Mycroft is my baby's uncle, I may not approve of everything or even a little of what he does or chooses to act but that doesn't change the fact that he's family. So yes, I will give him a copy, him and Greg." John pat his belly fondly. "Oh can you make an extra copy please, I want my friend who helped get the MRI to have one as well."

"Not a problem at all young man."

Sarah watched Dr. Weisz move around efficiently as john hopped off the exam table and clicked his fingers to bring Sentinel to his side, the dog obeying quickly and eagerly to nuzzle John's thigh. "Do you have the directions to John's flat for next appointment?"

"Yes indeed I do Dr. Sawyer and if I happened to lose them, well Mycroft can make himself of use and send a car then." He turned and handed the printouts to John. "There you are."

"Thank you so much, for everything. I know house calls aren't really something you do so I really appreciate it." John held the printouts carefully, to him they were a great treasure and he wanted to keep them safe.

"I make house calls when necessary, when my patient is on bedrest it's necessary." He pat John on the shoulder with a warm smile, "Especially as I wouldn't dare risk Dr. Sawyer's wrath. I believe the two young men who attempted to strong arm your file from here are still seeing that therapist."

Sarah just grinned unrepentantly.

"Maybe they're seeing Ella; if they are they will be stuck for life." John had gotten a doctor's note so to speak so he was finally free of therapy. He didn't even want Ella to know about his pregnancy. Maybe it had something to do with his trust issues that she went on and on about. "Then again, Sarah can be truly frightening when she wants to be. Before this is over you and I might need therapy as well." He winked at Sarah.

"Just so long as you get a different therapist," she rolled her eyes in disgust, "I hate to agree with the King Tit about anything but Ella is useless for you John."

Dr. Weisz chuckled and opened the exam room door for them, "I'd consider myself a sorry man to need therapy just from spending time around a charming, strong spirited colleague. Ah Janice, tea! Thank you," he accepted the cup from the nurse.

"You are very welcome Dr. Weisz." Janice Majors was all sugar and sweetness when it came to her dear doctor. Then her nostrils did that weird flaring thing again when she looked at Sentinel, John and Sarah. It made it difficult for John to restrain his amusement.

"We will leave and let you enjoy your tea in peace before your next patient. Thank you again." He took a hold of Sentinel's leash and let Sarah help him back into the perv alert jacket.

"Have a safe drive. I'll see you next week." Dr. Weisz's eyes crinkled at the corners as they left and he turned to discuss a few things with Janice Majors.

To be continued…

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