A/N: If you haven't noticed, I got bored last night and decided to name all the chapters. If some of them seem weird, well I'm going to blame it on the late hour, allergy meds and horrid headache I had.

Time Passed: 6 months

xXx

Sherlock was observing an experiment when there was frantic knocking on the door. When it wouldn't stop, the genius got up and opened the door sharply.

"Will you desist, John and Alice are sleeping and I'm in the middle of an important experiment." Sherlock snapped at a tense Lestrade.

"I'm sorry Sherlock but I urgently need your help." Greg apologized.

"What's so urgent about a murder that you had to rush over here in the middle of the night?" Sherlock snipped back at him, still annoyed. He walked back to where his experiment was spread out on the kitchen table.

"A baby's possibly in danger." This chilled Sherlock and he froze in the middle of reaching for a beaker.

"How do you know?" Sherlock asked quickly. Greg set down a case file on the table, which Sherlock quickly snatched up and rifled through.

"The victim Darla Morgan was seen not but a day ago pregnant by family members. When her body was found it was so mutilated that there was no way a baby could have survived, but when Molly did the autopsy she didn't find any remains of an unborn child."

"I need John's opinion." Sherlock stated before closing the file and walking down the hall to their shared room.

Sherlock was loathe to wake his lover, he got so little sleep these days between Sherlock dragging him around London for cases and Alice waking up often throughout the night, but this was an emergency. Sherlock silently walked into the room and sat on the edge of the bed next to John. He placed a hand on John's shoulder and gently shook him.

"John" Sherlock whispered.

"Hmmm" John hummed in his sleep.

"I need your opinion on a case."

"Sherl'ck can't I sleep?" John complained as he woke up.

"I know love, I wouldn't be bothering you if it wasn't urgent."

"Alright" John said sitting up, his hand outstretched for the case file.

Sherlock handed John the file and reached over to the bedside table, turning on a reading lamp. Just then Sherlock heard Alice cry over the baby monitor. Before John could move the detective got up and left the room. After changing her dirty diaper, Alice was still fussing in Sherlock's arms; the genius sighed and started back down the stairs to the room he shared with John, still cradling Alice.

"Sherlock I think the killer is medically trained" John said as Sherlock reentered the room.

"What makes you say that?" Sherlock asked, rocking Alice gently as he walked to the bed.

"Sherlock!" John exclaimed when he looked up and saw Alice in Sherlock's arms. He hurriedly collected the photos he had spread out across the bed and stuffed them into the file folder.

"What?" Sherlock asked innocently; he started making hushing noises when Alice's face screwed up like she was about to cry.

"I would like it if we didn't expose Alice to this sort of thing, at all." John replied in a hushed voice waving the closed folder in the air.

"It's a part of our lives John, we can't keep it from her forever." Sherlock replied in an equally hushed voice, when the danger of their daughter crying was over.

John wiped a hand over his face, partially from exhaustion, partially from frustration.

"I know, can we at least try to sheild her from this until she's older and won't be forever scarred from the images."

"Of course I understand." Sherlock answered. There was a moment of silence between them before Sherlock asked, "So you were saying about the killer being medically trained?"

"Christ I'm too tired to be properly angry" John mumbled. He stifled a yawn, then motioned for Sherlock give him Alice. Sherlock obliged and took the case file in exchange. John settled down on his side with Alice laying next to him on the bed. He let her suck on his index finger while stroking her soft sandy blonde curls.

"I think the killer has medical training because the cuts on the victims abdomen are precise incisions with a sharp instrument like a scalpel. They were deliberate as if the killer wasn't trying to harm the internal organs." John relayed in a hushed tone.

"How did you do that?" Sherlock said in quiet awe.

"What? I just observed like you always urge me to do" John replied.

"No that." Sherlock indicated towards the now sleeping 6 month old beside John.

"I don't know. I think Alice was afraid of Wonderland and wanted her daddy to reassure her." John said with a soft smile. He extracted his finger from her mouth but continued to stroke her head.

Sherlock smiled at John's comment, then his brain quickly switched back to the case.

"So say the victim was pregnant would these incisions resemble an emergency cesarean section?" Sherlock asked looking at the crime scene photos.

"I suppose so, why?"

"She was pregnant but there was no fetus with the remains."

"Oh God." John instinctively curled his arm around Alice. "Sherlock…"

"I know John." Sherlock replied with determination now that his own deductions had coincided with John's. Sherlock walked back out to the lounge where he had left Greg.

"Her child is still alive. Does her boyfriend have any medical training?" Sherlock asked Greg.

"No, in fact I just got the call he was just found stabbed to death in his flat." Greg answered.

"Hmm must be a former lover thinking the baby is his. I need to speak to her family Lestrade."

"Of course I'll have Donovan call them in." Greg said pulling out his mobile. Sherlock pulled on his coat and scarf. He was about to walk out of the flat with Greg when he suddenly stopped and walked down the hall to his room.

Sherlock silently slipped into the room to find Alice still asleep and John dozing protectively curled around the baby. Sherlock repositioned the pillows to create a barrier in case Alice rolled in her sleep. He then placed a kiss to Alice's forehead, and moved to do the same to John when he was met with the blonde's blue eyes.

John lifted a hand to cup Sherlock's cheek and pulled him in for a gentle kiss. When John pulled back he stroked Sherlock's cheekbone with his thumb, his expression soft.

"I love you." Sherlock whispered.

"I love you too." John replied. Sherlock pulled away and started walking towards the door.

"You better not come back until that baby is found." John said in a soft but authoritative tone.

"Of course Captain Watson" Sherlock said with a mock salute and left the room. John settled back down and soon drifted to sleep.

xXx

It took Sherlock less than a few minutes interviewing the victim's sister, to find out that she had had an ex boyfriend who was a doctor and a bit possessive.

Sherlock insisted on being there when Lestrade's team raided the killer's flat, and good thing too. There was no trace that the man had been there in the past week. It took him a few moments standing in the main room in his thinking pose for Sherlock to deduce where the man was hiding out.

As they raced across London, Sherlock explained to Lestrade that the man they were after was an ex of the victim who believed that he was the father of the baby and confronted the actual father. When Darla's current boyfriend called the ex delusional (as was bound to happen) the man had flipped out and killed Darla's boyfriend. The ex had then went to Darla, telling her he had gotten rid of the poser and they could raise their child together. When Darla obviously rejected him, he snapped and stabbed her in the chest. Coming out of his rage the man went to work on delivering the baby, and took it to where he was house sitting for his sister.

Shortly after Sherlock finished his explanation they arrived at the house. The team spread out covering all the exits; before long the front door was kicked in and Sherlock heard a shot. Curiosity outweighing the threat of danger he swept into the hall to find Donovan talking into her radio while holding pressure to a gunshot wound in the suspect's chest; Lestrade was busy angrily reprimanding the newest addition to his team, Sergeant Butterman, for firing the shot. Sherlock observed all this in half a second before the sounds of a crying baby from upstairs reached his ears.

Without anyone noticing he slipped up the stairs and followed the noise until he found the room where the newborn was crying in a makeshift bassinet. Sherlock automatically picked up the infant and it instantly stopped crying, fixing it's hazel eye's on Sherlock's face.

"Is it alright Sherlock?" Greg asked worriedly from the doorway.

"He seems just fine." Sherlock replied, a small smile slipping into his expression.

xXx

Sherlock was standing off to the side as the doctor was looking over the infant boy. Greg slipped in the room and stood next to Sherlock.

"Well?" Sherlock asked.

"Darla's sister is glad that we found him but because of the amount of travel her job entails she can't take him and there's no other family." Greg replied.

"He's all alone in the world" Sherlock stated grimly.

"Yes."

Sherlock pursed his lips then pulled his mobile out and texted John.

I need to talk to you in person. –SH

Of course, where are you? – JW

Hospital – SH

Alright be there soon. – JW

Greg raised an eyebrow as he read the texts over Sherlock's shoulder. What was the genius planning? Greg let it go, knowing that whatever it was it'd happen soon.

The doctor came over to the two men with the dark haired infant in his arms.

"I can't find anything wrong with him. Whoever delivered him knew what they were doing." The doctor informed them.

"Thank you." Greg replied. The doctor passed the baby to Sherlock and left the room.

"I have a few calls to make, are you alright with him?" Greg asked.

"I do know how to take care of a baby Lestrade." Sherlock replied annoyed.

"Alright, sorry. I'll leave you to it then." Greg defended as he backed out of the room.

Ten minutes later John slipped into the room and sat on the hospital bed where Sherlock was sitting, holding the baby.

"This him?" John asked looking at the bundle in Sherlock's arms.

"Yes." Sherlock replied. He paused before saying softly. "He has no family John."

"Is this what you wanted to talk to me about?"

"He's all alone in this world, it's not fair."

"Are you sure about this?" John asked knowing what Sherlock was asking.

"Absolutely" Sherlock said nodding determinedly.

"We should talk to Mycroft, he'll probably be able to help us with the paperwork." Sherlock didn't seem to react to John's suggestion, taking to studying the sleeping baby in his arms.

John smiled at the soft look Sherlock had while looking at the precious bundle in his arms.

"What should we name him?" John asked after a minute.

"Hamish."