"I hate to tell you this," John spoke to Scarlett as she finished packing away the shopping, the pregnancy test on the table looking like a massive bomb about to explode on the pair of them. "But you have to do the test sooner or later."
"I don't want to," Scarlett complained in a murmur. "I'm scared...I mean what will he do? He doesn't want children John...and...I don't even know if I do..."
"But the uncertainty isn't helping anyone Scarlett," John informed her. "You need to know and then you can begin to worry."
"Uh!" a sudden voice joined the room and Scarlett looked at John and he quickly grabbed the pregnancy test and hid it in the nearest place he could find; which so happened to be the fridge. Scarlett raised her brows at him and her mouth parted slightly and he shrugged at her before they saw Sherlock enter the room.
"I'm telling you," Sherlock said. "If the criminal world doesn't get its act together soon then I may have to consider just joining them to keep myself in a job."
"Sherlock!" Scarlett scolded him for talking like he was doing. "And technically your job doesn't exist."
"Quite obviously it does." Sherlock responded quickly. "Because I have the job of being a consulting detective."
"Hmm," Scarlett replied. "Do you want a drink?"
"I think I shall just grab a lemonade from the fridge," he said and began to walk over to it. Scarlett quickly just jumped in front of him and blocked him from the way to the fridge.
"I'll get it," she said.
"I am more than capable," he informed her. "And I thought I would stop you from moaning at me for not doing anything on my own."
"I do not moan!" she snapped at Sherlock and he rolled his eyes.
"You do once a month," he informed her and she turned for the fridge and pulled him a can of Sprite from the fridge and handed it to him whilst John took a deep breath of relief when she shut the fridge. Sherlock picked up on John's sigh and he raised a brow at his friend;
"What was with the sigh?" Sherlock wondered. "Have you two removed my head from the fridge? I told you to leave it in! I need to know the exact reduction of the human flesh when it has been in a fridge for exactly one month."
"Your head is still in there," Scarlett rolled her eyes. "Much to my dismay."
"Good," Sherlock drawled and took a swig of his drink. "So what is for tea?"
"I was going to make spaghetti Bolognese," Scarlett replied. "That alright?"
"Slightly bland but I shan't object," Sherlock replied and ran a hand through his hair before removing his coat and flopping onto his sofa, moving his hands to cover his eyes.
"So is there nothing out there?" John asked and he sat down in the armchair and sneakily glanced to the side as Scarlett pulled the pregnancy test from the fridge and then snuck down to her room.
"There is lots out there John," Sherlock replied. "Just nothing of interest."
"Something will come up soon," John shrugged and received a nod from Scarlett as she left the bedroom.
"It had best do," Sherlock sounded threatening. "The open and shut case today was dull. It was typical sibling rivalry which went too far. Of course, Lestrade thought that the sister wasn't capable of doing it but in a moment of fury anyone is possible of anything. The only interesting part was hearing Anderson and Donovan having a not so private row."
"Oh, what about?" John asked and Sherlock allowed his eyes to look at John for a moment before he went back to smirking.
"Such a gossip John," Sherlock commented. "She wants him to break up with his wife and come clean with the affair. Lord only knows why she would even contemplate going out with such an unattractive slime ball makes me wonder how she passed her psych test to join the force."
"Sometimes I bet Scarlett wonders why she puts up with you," John muttered.
"Don't be absurd," Sherlock said, "she'd be lost without me."
"Do you want a bet?" Scarlett called out, managing to eavesdrop into the conversation whilst Sherlock chuckled.
"How much?" Sherlock challenged her and a nervous laugh escaped her lips.
"Anyway," John said. "Sarah...she was wondering...if you two wanted to...well..."
"Oh Lord," Sherlock drawled and undid his blazer button.
"I never said what it was," John retorted.
"I know," Sherlock replied. "Your dulcet tone and her dulcet mind told me enough to deduce what it is she wants because she thinks it would be nice I imagine."
"I told her it wasn't a good idea," John said. "And that you wouldn't appreciate the gesture."
"What are you two going on about?" Scarlett pondered.
"Sarah and John would like us to double date with them," Sherlock called out. "God that thought is enough to drive me mad...never mind going on the actual date..."
"I'll just tell her you're busy...I didn't even want you to come...remember last time?" John remembered the previous time Sherlock had accompanied him on a date. Sarah had managed to save their lives.
"At least that was exciting!" Sherlock pointed out. "This would just be an evening of sitting around and watching you two being openly affectionate and people in public don't like to see that."
"It wouldn't kill you to be openly affectionate," John pointed out and Scarlett snorted loudly and Sherlock opened one eye and looked across the room.
"Something funny?" he called out to her.
"The idea of you being openly affectionate tickled me," Scarlett shrugged as she continued cooking.
"I don't think it is even funny," Sherlock said. "Considering it is something that will never happen."
"That's why it's funny," Scarlett responded and then sighed to herself, thinking of the pregnancy test in her room.
"Anyway," John shrugged. "I'll just tell her that Scarlett's snowed under at work."
"It's more realistic for me to be snowed under with work," Sherlock replied. "But then again, if there are no psychopaths out there then that statement may not be correct."
"I don't know," John replied. "There's one psychopath I know of."
"Sarah when she can't get her own way?" Sherlock checked sarcastically. "I'll have to tell her that."
"I was implying you," John replied.
"Did you not pick up on my sarcastic tone?" Sherlock asked him. "And I'm not a psychopath John," Sherlock drawled, "just a sociopath."
...
"You hardly touched your tea," Sherlock informed Scarlett as she sat in an armchair, watching the TV mindlessly as she did so, wondering how to sneak off and do the test, and then wondering if she wanted to. John had moved off to bed, leaving Sherlock in the other armchair, his eyes looking at Scarlett whilst she watched the American Sitcom.
"I'm not hungry," Scarlett responded. "I was snacking a lot today at work."
"And I'm supposed to believe that?" Sherlock asked her. "You don't snack, Scarlett, you have one granola bar at approximately eleven twenty seven and then dinner at one. You pride yourself on maintaining a certain weight. Snacking is not you."
"You sound a little like a stalker," Scarlett informed him, still looking at the TV and not answering his question.
"So what is wrong?" Sherlock asked her. "I have multiple ideas."
"Then why don't you share them with me?" Scarlett asked him.
"There are too many to rattle off and besides, you get annoyed when I tell you things about yourself," Sherlock informed her.
"Do I?" Scarlett asked before folding her legs under chin as her blonde hair fell around her shoulders, blocking Sherlock from looking at her.
"If you're going to be unsocial then I shan't bother and you can continue in your silent mood," Sherlock told her.
"You won't be able to leave it," Scarlett said, running a hand through her hair.
"And you won't be able to resist telling me," Sherlock said. "I'll give it half an hour."
"Don't bother," Scarlett sighed and sat up straight, knowing she had to tell him. Knowing it was her fault she could be pregnant.
"Do continue..." Sherlock urged her.
"I didn't take a pill Sherlock," Scarlett said. "I...the morning after we...well...you know..."
"You can say that we had sex Scarlett," Sherlock promised her. "It isn't a taboo word."
"Anyway...I didn't take my pill the next morning..." she said and Sherlock put two and two together.
"And?" was the only word he choked out.
"I had to wait twenty one days before taking a test." She said and Sherlock counted up the days since they had slept together.
"That would be today," he whispered.
"I know," she said. "I haven't taken the test yet."
"Do you have one?" Sherlock asked and she nodded.
"I suppose," Sherlock managed to croak out, shock and nerves getting to him, "you should take the test."