Tabitha meets Anderson! No Irene in this chapter, but the next one is definite!

CHAPTER 15 - What's Gotten Into You?

"I thought you two weren't involved more than… you know… involved," he commented as he shut the door behind him.

"Things have changed," she answered with a sigh, not sure she wanted to let him in on their secret that should be too early to know. Lestrade took a seat and begun to shuffle through papers. Tabitha plopped into a chair, smoothing her skirt over her knees. "Have you sent the boys out? They weren't home when I got up."

"Early murder this morning. Last I heard he had John and Molly at St. Barts." He pulled out a stack of papers. "Are you sure you don't remember anything? At all?"

"Greg," Tabitha said, leaning a bit forward in her chair. "I've lived with Sherlock Holmes for over two weeks. If we haven't figured it out by now, I don't think we will." Lestrade raised his eyebrows at that, and gave her look of defeat.

"Well, that's that, I suppose. It seems that Mycroft Holmes has helped you with identification?" Tabitha wasn't sure how to answer that, so she kept silent while she wanted for Lestrade to say something else. "Tabitha, we'll make it official right now, don't worry."

"Ah, good," she answered with a visible sigh. "Yes, I have them."

It didn't take long to go through the forms and papers the DI needed to get the process going. Since Mycroft was a government official who had his hands in a lot of different things, there wasn't much that Tabitha needed to do other than sign papers.

"Thank you," Tabitha said softly as she stood up to leave. Lestrade looked up from his desk with a surprised face. "For helping me. I know it's frustrating, not having anything to go on, trust me. It's nice to know you're as great as people make you out to be."

"Tell that to my ex-wife," he murmured, but a blush appeared on his cheeks and a smile fell over his lips. Tabitha winked at him and turned to the door just as a knock sounded. The door opened and the famous Anderson walked in.

"Finally," Tabitha said with a chuckle. The men sent her an odd look. She stepped up to Anderson and took his hand in a quick shake. "I've wanted to meet you for a long time." Anderson blinked at her, pulling his hand away, and a sly smile pushed over his thin lips.

"Ah, and you might be?"

"My fiancée," a deep voice said loudly from behind. Everyone in the office that was within earshot – which was the whole damn department apparently, whipped their heads toward Lestrade's office. Lestrade choked on a sip of coffee, and Anderson's eyes went wide.

"Fiancée?" Anderson and Lestrade said at the same time. Tabitha laughed, and a snort popped out before she could stop it. She slapped a hand over her mouth as she giggled. John rolled his eyes and put his forehead in one of his hands.

"Yes. Now, go back to work!" Tabitha shouted to the people watching them. They continued to stare at her. "Oh, please, don't you have a job to do?"

"Back to work!" Lestrade shouted next, standing at the door and pointing toward everyone. They hurriedly buried their nose in whatever work they were doing, and he sighed dramatically. "Get in here." John, Sherlock, and Tabitha stepped fully into the office. "You, too, Anderson!"

"Me? Why me?"

"Because I'm curious to your reaction is to Sherlock getting married," Lestrade said with a teasing grin. Anderson exhaled loudly and leaned against a far corner to watch the other people. The DI turned to Sherlock, but before he could open his mouth, the consulting detective held out an evidence bag.

"This was found in Marcus De Winters apartment. It should lead you to the killer, which is the landlady," he stated, with a smug grin on his face. The bag contained a piece of cloth stained in some sort of blue dye. Lestrade sent a look to John, who shrugged and nodded in cautious agreement.

"Alright, now with the marriage thing, what is going on?" Anderson interrupted.

"Why is he in here?" Sherlock questioned with obvious annoyance. John and Greg took a seat while Tabitha stood next to Sherlock and laid a hand on his arm. He looked her up and down. "You are having lunch and dinner with someone. Who?"

"Anderson is here because I wanted to meet him, and I'm having lunch with Mrs. Hudson and dinner with an old friend of yours." She raised her eyebrows. He studied her a moment while the room waited silently. Sherlock deduced quickly that she was going out with The Woman for the evening, and tightened his jaw.

"Marriage. Wedding. Seriously?" Lestrade interrupted.

"It's obviously what we have to do. She's pregnant."

"Pregnant!" Anderson and Lestrade repeated loudly. John looked amused at the situation, lounging comfortable in the chair with a smile on his face.

"Technically too soon to tell," she corrected. "The probability is rather high, though."

"You had sex with him?" Anderson asked incredulously.

"How else would I be pregnant, Einstein?" Tabitha countered sarcastically.

"Two weeks, Sherlock. You have only known her for two weeks. For god sakes, what has gotten into you?" Lestrade asked. The question was more from curiosity than anger.

"Apparently he's gotten into her," Anderson quipped under his breath. Sherlock sent him a deathly look, and Tabitha squeezed his arm as she let out a loud snort of laughter.

"That was actually funny," she complimented. "Now, though, I must head back to the flat to get ready for lunch with our landlady."

"Thanks for coming on, Tabitha," Lestrade called out as they left. Anderson followed slowly. Tabitha stopped at the door leaving the building, and turned. The men all stopped to look at her.

"Can I talk to Anderson for a moment?"

"Why?" Sherlock snapped.

"Shut up, and go out the door," she said, using her thumb to point over her should as she crossed her arms over her chest. John chuckled and pulled the tall man behind him. When the door shut, she turned to a curious Anderson in front of her.

"Sherlock's colleagues don't talk to me. What is your game?"

"Besides cheating on your wife with Ms. Donovan, and being a huge prick to Sherlock, you seem like a decent guy. Why pick on them?"

"Detective Donovan and I –"

"Are you still together?" He kept silent as he watched her suspiciously. "If you do care about her, more so than your wife, why not just put it out in the open, tell your wife that you are not in love with her, and at least separate. You both may be complete asses to my boyfriend, but you don't have to take advantage of one another."

Anderson stared at her for a moment. She could see Sherlock staring restlessly through the big glass doors of the building. John was watching, amused, and she knew Sherlock could read her lips.

"We are in the process of a divorce at the moment," he answered back quietly, his face softening a bit. Instead of a snide, cruel man from the show, she was seeing Anderson in a new light – a man trying to make things right in his life.

"Good. You aren't so bad. Now, do you hate Sherlock because he's better than you?"

"I hate him because he's a sociopathic lunatic."

"Ah, you admit he is better than you." Tabitha quipped with a smile. Anderson scowled at her as she turned on her heel and left the building.

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"Sherlock, this is just for Martha and me," Tabitha whined, looking up at Sherlock with annoyance. Mrs. Hudson fluttered around her kitchen putting the finishing touches on the lunch sandwiches they were going to eat. John was out to lunch with Mary, leaving Sherlock to the landlady and his new fiancée.

"You aren't safe alone," he muttered, sitting across from her at the small table. Mrs. Hudson had a chair between them for herself, and sat out three dishes.

"I'm with Mrs. Hudson!" Tabitha exclaimed. The older woman turned to her, touching her chest, surprised at the loud voice. Tabitha flushed and cleared her throat. She lowered her voice to finish her thought. "What is going on?"

"Mycroft thinks there are people after you," he answered, adding sugar to his tea. His eyes were on the mug. Mrs. Hudson gasped and took her seat.

"Oh, dear, Sherlock, you need to keep her safe! Especially now that she is pregnant." The other two people look up sharply.

"How do you know that?" Tabitha asked.

"Dear, I know what it's like to be pregnant. It may be early, but you have that look," she answered softly, patting Tabitha's hand. "Oh, Sherlock, this is so exciting. I knew you'd find love!"

"Hm," Sherlock grunted, his face turning a bit flush. He stirred his tea a bit harder than he should. "Well, might as well eat some lunch. I haven't eaten in a while."

As they ate their meal, Tabitha thought about what Sherlock had told her. From what Irene had said when they met, she had a feeling someone was after her. Was it something to do with Sherlock and Moriarty? Was it the famous Sebastian Moran? Excitement and dread mixed through her system. Her adventure in the Sherlock world hadn't been as exciting as the television made it out to be.

Mrs. Hudson chattered on about the last few days, when she had met with an old friend from America, and found a wonderful new jumper on sale. When the topic of baby stuff came up, Sherlock jumped up, almost knocking his chair over and mumbled about using the loo. Tabitha and Martha watched him leave, and Tabitha sighed worriedly.

"He can't even deal with speaking about children," she whispered. Mrs. Hudson patted her hand and gave her a reassuring smile.

"He may not show it, but he definitely has a fatherly type side. I've known him long enough to have seen it," she stated. "You've been around for only two weeks, and you can see how attached he is to you already."

"Really?"

"Absolutely!"

Sherlock came back in just as Mrs. Hudson took the dishes off the table. He cleared his throat and Tabitha looked up at him. He was standing close and had a hand on the back of her chair.

"I have some time this afternoon. If you would like, before you go off to dinner with our friend, we can… spend time together." Tabitha blinked up at him, not paying attention to how Mrs. Hudson busied herself in the kitchen right after he said that. Sherlock cleared his throat and pulled away at her silence. "Well, no matter, I'm sure Lestrade has an important case I must see to –"

"I'd like that," Tabitha finally responded, grabbing his arm as he went to turn. He looked back at her face, with her smile. He felt warmth spread through his body, and a calming effect took over his mind – was that relief? "Spending time together. It's a good idea."

"Yes. Yes, of course," he muttered, letting her hold onto his elbow as she stood up. She kept her hand stationed there as they said a quick goodbye to their landlady and made their way up to 221B.

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After his talk with Mycroft, the Doctor did some searching through the TARDIS for signs of Weeping Angels gathering in the vicinity. The older Holmes brother had been correct – attacks were to the north, heading straight toward London. After searching for the name Sebastian Moran, it didn't take long for him to realize that he would probably never find the name in an official database. He made a mental note to ask Mycroft for information, if he would allow him to see it.

Deciding to take another route to information, he put on his best bowtie and shoes, ran a hand through his hair, and grabbed his brown tweed coat as he left the TARDIS. He made sure his sonic screwdriver was in the pocket inside his coat, and his psychic paper stuck in the other pocket. If you were a passerby, you'd probably say he all but bounced with glee as he walked toward the offices of Scotland Yard, but on the inside he was worried and a bit cautious of where he was going. He made certain to stay away from any statues that looked ominous.

Obviously, that never stopped the Angels before, but better safe than sorry!

It was late afternoon when he stepped into the busy offices of the country's police force. To get through the secretary in the front, he flashed his psychic paper with a smile and the woman immediately placed a call to Lestrade.

"Sir, there is a man from the Commissioner's office insisting he needs to speak to you." After a moment, she put down the phone and sent the Doctor back. He weaved himself through the cubicles and busy workers, nodding and smiling at the few who glanced at him. DI Lestrade was waiting for him at his desk.

"Ah, Detective Inspector, so nice to meet you, my name is the – John Smith," the Doctor said, stopping himself just in time to use his go-to name when needed. He shook Lestrade's hand with a smile, while Greg looked confused.

"How can I help you?" he asked cautiously, gesturing towards the empty chair across from him as he sat in his own chair behind his desk. The Doctor took the seat, but seemed to keep busy with some part of his body twitching or fidgeting.

"I'm here to ask you about a certain name. Do you know of a Sebastian Moran?"

"I've heard the name whispered in darkened alleys," Lestrade answered with a sigh. He clicked a few buttons on his computer and turned the screen to show the Doctor. "We have a small amount of intel, but nothing is definitive. Have you got more information?"

"We think that he is the one behind the mysterious disappearances up north," the Doctor murmured, leaning forward, grabbing the computer screen between both hands and reading up on the information quickly. There wasn't much to go on – Connections to over a dozen criminals, by the way of mouth, and dead end trails.

"What disappearances?"

"Disappearances like with Miss Tabitha Hunter," the Doctor murmured, pulling back and wondering around the room. He absentmindedly touched different things – the shelf, a few books, the wall, and some framed pictures on the wall – as he thought silently. Lestrade immediately jumped up at the mention of Tabitha.

"What do you know about Miss Hunter's disappearances?" he asked with a commanding tone. The Doctor stopped, his finger to his chin, to look back at the detective. Lestrade searched the other man with his eyes.

"She is in trouble."

"From whom?"

"The Angels." The Doctor said cryptically with a soft, menacing voice.