Hidey ho neighbors. It me again back with that hot Sherlolly action. Well not hot more lukewarm. Anyway just a little one shot to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses. Enjoy.

Molly was sitting on the couch eating chips and drinking a soda. An idea popped into her head and she set the soda down on her swollen stomach. Surprisingly it stayed.

"You know most women might find this upsetting, but it thing it's so convenient. It's like a little personal table" she said.

"Yes that's exactly what a mother should do. Rest food on top of her baby" said a deep voice from behind. Molly tried to get up but it wasn't working. So she called out to that voice.

"Sherlock help me up. I can't do it by myself anymore" she whined. She heard a groan and then footsteps as her tall, dark, sociopath walked over to help her. He thrusted out his hands and Molly grabbed them.

"I never agreed to this when we got married Molly" he said. They both pulled and eventually lifted Molly up. She got close to her husband ( as close as she could) and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"It was in the fine print" she said trying to be funny. Sherlock giggled.

"Silly Molly, I always read fine print. It said nothing about forklifting you off a couch" he said as he kissed her forehead. Molly frowned.

"Fine if you feel that way then I'm not going to help you on your case" she said in a huff, pulling her arms away and turning her back.

"I don't need your help Molly. I've got all the evidence I need I just have of find a connection" he said. Sherlock walked back over to his desk and sat down in his chair. He ran his fingers through his hair and went to his mind palace. Molly waddled over to him and looked at his evident and the suspects.

"It's the son-in-law. He is the only one who could have been there at that time and he was in the army so his is trained to kill" Molly said. Sherlock opened his eyes and let out a big sigh.

"You don't think I saw that already Molly, but he says that he was on a tour of Big Ben with his American girlfriend at 4:00 which is when the murder occurred" he said. Molly looked at Sherlock an smiled.

"I've been to Big Ben their latest tour time is 2:30 and they only last 75 mintues long so that would be at... 3:45. So he is lying which makes him guilty" Molly said proudly. Sherlock looked at her then back to the evidence. Then he picked up his phone and texted Lestrade.

It's the son-in-law. He wasn't where he said he was. -SH.

Sherlock put down his phone and looked back at Molly who had a smug expression on her face. Sherlock turned in his chair and placed his fore head on her extended stomach.

"My intelligence is seeping from you into your mommy isn't it" he said to his unborn child. Molly giggled.

"Your son had nothing to do with this" she exclaimed. Sherlock kissed her stomach and stood up to kiss Molly.

"I love it when you say "my son" it feels perfect" he stated looking into her eyes. Molly giggled.

"Why do you insist on not naming him. We can't just call him Son for the rest of his life now can we" said Molly.

"Why not my mother named me Sherlock and my brother Mycroft without a second thought" he muttered.

"I must thank her because I love your name. It fits you" she said. Molly smiled and Sherlock sat back down in his chair. He put his hands on her abdomen and he felt his son kick him.

"What about Benedict that sounds like my name" he said. Molly shook her head.

"No it's doesn't fit. How about Augustus that sounds Victorian" she voiced.

"Sounds terrible. Heathcliff might work" he pronounced.

"No way that sounds like an old mans name or something Mycroft would name his kid. How about Leopold. That sounds fancy. Queen Victoria named one of her sons that" Sherlock didn't like it.

"My father was named Thaddeus, we could call him that"

"I don't like stealing other people's names. Dagwood sounds old. Dagwood Holmes, then again that sounds stupid. What about Holbrook" she asked. Sherlock shook his head again.

"I don't like it when people have the same two letters for their initials. My mother almost called me Huxford and I almost gagged when she told me." said Sherlock. Molly giggled.

"What about Mycroft that sounds sophisticated" Molly said waiting for his retort.

"You wouldn't dare" he mumbled into her stomach.

" Son" Sherlock asked Molly's stomach.

"Would you liked to be called Wellington Holmes" said Sherlock. Sherlock felt a kick from the baby and this was enough of a sign for him.

"The baby likes Wellington. What about you" he asked Molly. Molly nodded her head.

"I love it. Wellington Thaddeus Holmes. Has a ring to it don't you think" she said. Sherlock stood up.

"I though you didn't like stealing names" he stated as he took her face in his hands.

"I changed my mind" she coyly whispered. He drew her into a soft kiss and mumbled something against her mouth. As they pulled away he spoke again.

" Wellington Thaddeus Holmes, the name on every future crime lords lips" .

"Get him you idiots" yelled a voice far from his ears. He had managed to escape from his torture cell and run to a nearby library. He hid behind the rows and rows of book. When he found the coast was clear he ventured out and walked blinding down another row. He didn't see the woman standing in the middles of the aisle and he crashed into her.

"Hey freak show watch where your- oh I'm sorry" she said. She looked at his face and he was beautiful. He had alabaster skin with the darkest curly hair she had ever seen. He looked at her and she was gorgeous. Beautiful black locks fell over her shoulders and her eyes where the most perfect pools of dark blue.

"I apologize Madame I wasn't looking where I was going" he said with his heavy, deep voice.

"I'm sorry i was in the way" she said as she pulled herself up. They both heard yelling in the background and the girl looked behind him.

"Are you running from someone" she asked. He looked behind him.

"We'll yes I was, but he won't find me he can't even properly hide a body in a cupboard how is he supposed to find me" the boy stated. The girl didn't know why's to say.

"Are you a policeman" she asked. The boy turned around a laughed.

"Those idiots are you kidding me. I run circles around them daily. No I'm what you would call a consulting detective" said the boy proudly.

"Sounds fun" the girl said. The boy leaned up against a shelf.

"I should have you help me one time, I deduce that your very intelligent" he said. The girl laughed.

"How could you deduced such a thing" she asked.

"Simply. First of all you are holding two physics books one written by Carl Sagan and the other by Steven Hawking, very good reads. Secondly your eyes dart around in a way which tell me that you notice everything and you know that everything is important which is terribly smart. And lastly your book mark is a report card from Cambridge with the first few grades being A pluses. These small facts lead me to know that you are indeed intelligent" he finished. The girl clapped for him.

"Very good. What's your name" she asked.

"Wellington Holmes" he replied.

"Interesting my name is Jillian Moriarty"

So was it coolio. I'm never using that word again. Anyway I couldn't even begin to imagine the name fights so I had to write it. Thanks For Reading.