AN: Wow. See, I read that last AN back, and it seemed really whiny, but apparently it worked cos I woke up this morning to about twenty five emails from people who'd followed or favourite or reviewed. So thanks to, fantasybean, Alicia, GRock87, xarime and sneakysnakes, for their reviews and everyone who favourited or followed. It really does mean a lot to me guys, so thanks to you all, and please keep up the good work.

This chapter is for Alicia who requested a paternity scare for John. So Enjoy. And review.

Lily x

I slid down the wall in shock as I heard the high-pitched, sobbing voice on the end of the line, and tried in vain to pacify her.

'No Kitty... Calm down... Please Kit... just listen... well, how do you... it can't be... but... please try to calm down Kitty... I meant... Kitty calm down, it's really not that... but it's only been... Oh, I see... but please... I mean, are you sure...' I wiped my face with a shaking hand. Sherlock was looking at me quizzically at me from across the room.

'Look, Just... just... call me back when you know for sure, OK?'

I slumped forwards and sunk my head in my hands, whining gently. I was far too old to be praying while a woman took a pregnancy test. A few moments of horrible reflection later, a mug was waved under my nose. I took it gingerly and looked in. Thankfully, what was in it did, in fact, appear to be tea. I took a mouthful, but nearly spat it out again when he said

'So. Someone is pregnant. And who is Kitty.'

When I finished choking I wheezed 'We don't know that yet.'

He smirked 'What you mean you don't know if She's pregnant or you don't know who Kitty is?'

I stared 'Really not the time Sherlock.'

He shrugged and crossed his long legs at the knee 'What happened?'

I smirked 'Well, when a man and a woman love each other very much...'

He gave me a look most people would reserve for People who said 'Honestly, what's so awful about Genocide?'

'Yes, thank you John, I am aware of the biological aspects. I mean how did it happen in this specific case. You've been going out with the accountant with the undiagnosed myopia haven't you?'

I opened and closed my mouth a few times. I had forgotten about Becky.

'She was the daughter from that case with the diamond cross bow.' I sighed.

'Her?' he said, almost angrily.

I blushed 'Don't judge.' I snapped 'well you told me to talk to her and get her alibi and any evidence about her father that she might have. So I did, and well if you remember!' he coughed and I began again 'Well, she was upset about her dad and... well she knew he'd done it but she didn't want to if you know what I mean... so I took her for a drink. And she didn't have A drink. She had about fifty.'

Sherlock had gone very quiet. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat for a few moments, before he said quietly 'Go on.'

I blushed even deeper and, strangely, began to feel guilty as I said

'Well we both got a bit... tipsy and... and...'

'What?'

'Well, I think she was just upset and she wanted to go home, but she was all over me so...'

'I see.' Sherlock said frostily. He strode into the kitchen looking vaguely disappointed.

'What is wrong with you?' I snapped 'It's me with the weight of the world on my shoulders!'

'Nothing John, it's nothing.' He hissed, his jaw tightening.

I narrowed my eyes 'Seriously Sherlock, I am not in the mood for pissing about.'

He turned suddenly 'You do realise that she is our star witness? If her father's lawyer hears about this he'll plead witness corruption! They'll disregard her statement!'

I gaped

'You slept with her John. That could be construed as bribery or any number of other things and she is not intelligent enough to perjure herself and lie!' he slammed a glass beaker down and hissed 'This could bring the entire case down around our ears! Heaven knows what the press will make of it...'

'You just stop right there!' I burst in angrily. 'I have possibly fathered a child with a woman I barely know and you are talking to me about things falling around your ears!'

'And how exactly is my fault?' he growled back 'You know how to prevent the risk of pregnancy I presume.'

'I was drunk Sherlock!' I shouted 'Sometimes people don't remember things like that!'

He snorted 'Honestly John. You're a Doctor, how many times have you seen this?'

'The difference being that a pregnant fifteen year old is almost invariably abandoned by her boyfriend fairly soon afterwards. I fully intend to stick by Kitty, it that eventuality arises.'

We both stood panting and red faced in the kitchen.

'You'll move out?' he asked quietly

I sighed 'If Kitty is pregnant, I will talk to her about what she wants me to do. But if she wants to get married, then yes. I'll move out.' Again the weird guilt. I sighed. 'I'm sorry Sherlock. I didn't realise I was jeopardizing the case. Or that you'd be so upset by this.'

He fidgeted against the counter and looked anywhere but at me as he said

'I apologize as well John. I realise that this is situation will be very strenuous for you.'

I nodded and smiled in thanks. I'd just sat down to pretend to read the paper when the phone rang. My stomach churned and I just avoided running for the nearest toilet when Sherlock muttered

'Deep breaths, John. Deep breaths.'

'I can't answer it.' I whispered.

Sherlock had taken the opportunity to nick the paper. He sniffed

'Of course you can John.' He replied dismissively 'You've lived with me with added Mycroft for nearly two years now. Compared to that fatherhood will be a piece of cake.'

I grinned weakly and nervously picked up the phone and swallowed, slient prayers running through my head like a mantra.

'Hello?' I squeaked, before clearing my throat and repeating 'Hello?'

I listened for a while to the much calmer voice on the line and collapsed gasping on to the floor as she said her final word. Sherlock yelled and dragged me upright asking if I was alright and all I could do was hug him and tears running down my face like rain.

Kitty's test was negative.

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