It was eight in the morning when Sherlock was already up and about, letting Molly sleep in as the sleeping baby was sleeping on the couch in the living room. In about an hour before the mother would reunite with her son. It was an odd having an infant at the flat, but it would be different if that was his own child. He couldn't hep to chuckle at the thought as he was sitting in his usual chair, watching the child. A sociopathic detective for a father, pathologist as a mother, ex-solider for a uncle, the British government for another uncle, ex-assassin for an aunt… That kid was going to be definitely safe. God, what would the kid turn out to be? What would John's daughter become? Two cousins fighting crime with each other? That sounds like a bad comic.

When a half an hour past, Sherlock thought if he should tell Molly that the mother was going to be here shortly, but knew that she needed her sleep. He didn't want to think what would happen if she had to wait longer than two days for him to find her. He knew that Mary did some help to protect her, but she could only do what she was able to. If anything happened to Molly, he knew that it would feel as though he failed her. She was his support and had his heart.

He loved her.

Then there was a knock on the door.

He stood up and opened it to a young blond, no doubt the mother because the baby had her lips. He noticed that she didn't have a ring on her finger and quickly deduced her, answering all the questions, pointing the finger at someone else for the abandonment of the infant. "You must Emily," he said with a kind smile, hiding his knowledge.

"I am," she said in a nervous tone. "I'm sorry that I'm a lithe early, but I heard that you have-"

He stepped aside, revealing the sleeping infant.

Tears instantly flooded the woman's eyes as she rushed to her son and carefully took him in her arms. "I'm never letting you go again," she sobbed, looking down at the sleeping baby, holding him close. "I promise."

Sherlock closed the door and looked at the woman with his hands behind in back with knowledge. "Your father abandoned your son because you weren't married, did he not?"

Emily froze, then slowly looked at him with surprised eyes. "Yes," she answered quietly. "How did-"

"You don't have a ring on your finger, but why did you put the photo if you knew he was going to abandon him?" He quickly asked, not worried about her questions.

"I-I-" She bowed her head as she began to weep, causing her to sit on the couch, holding her baby tight. "I never wanted to give him up," she explained, beginning to calm herself. "My father was too worried about my own life and said that I should get rid of him. I told him that I wouldn't, but when after my baby was born eight months ago, I was trying to go to college, but it was hard for me to take proper care for him and couldn't find a nanny for eight-month-old and my father… Took Max and a photo of me and…" she began to cry again, then looked up at the detective with grateful eyes. "Thank you, Mr. Holmes. Thank you, so, so much."

He chuckled with amusement. "You're welcome, but I'm not the one who found him. My girlfriend did." His smile slowly disappeared. "She took in your son." He didn't have much to do for the welfare for the child, only helping Molly out when she needed it. Even John and Mary took in the child for a little while.

Emily looked at him with wonder. "Where is she?"

"Ah, she is sleeping. Rough couple of days for her, but that's all settled." He smiled a ridiculous grin, then it, too, slowly faded.

"I'm glad to here that it's gotten better for her. Thank her for me, will you please?"

He chuckled. "I will."

She stood up with the baby in her arms and headed for the door.

Being the gentleman he is, Sherlock opened the door for her, and gave each other a final smile before she walked out with her baby in her arms. He smiled thinly with admiration as he watched the mother and her baby descend down the stairs. This was his first case that involved a reunion and one that was certainly worth it, but never again. No. Finding people was not his job, unless the person was a killer. He closed the door and walked to the bedroom to check on Molly and whispered her the news. She rolled over, telling him to join her. He laid on the bed and wrapped his arm around her little shoulders as she cuddled close to his chest.

No.

He didn't need a child.

Molly already has to deal with one and things were fine without another.

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