A/N: So this was supposed to be up THURSDAY but I had no internet. I've done a lot of reading since Thursday because it's only just been fixed. Apologies my lovelies.

So there'll be four up today :)

Well three after this!

7) Trick or Treating

Baby Grace Watson was no longer a baby but more a seven year old Grace Watson. However she was still one of the grudging favourites that had wormed her way into Sherlock's affection.

Which is why he was stood at the bottom of a path as his witchy god-daughter dragged her zombie brother back to him. Grace and five year old Michael Watson were jumping up and down at the sweets overflowing from their bags beaming up at Uncle Sherlock.

"One more house." Grace had already spied the look on Sherlock's face and knew he was bored.

"You said that five houses ago." Sherlock raised one eyebrow and was matched by the little girl. She definitely had her mother's genes.

"Uncle Sherlock, you just want to get back to Auntie Molly." Michael hung off the tall man's elbow, grinning at the bored expression. "One more house and then we show mummy what we got." He raised his arms and Sherlock scooped him up without another complaint.

"Are you holding my hand or are you coming up?" Sherlock looked down to Grace who held out her hand and took Sherlock's, dragging the detective towards the final house in the row. It was Sherlock who held out Michael who grinned at the lady holding the bowl of sweets before taking one and putting it in his pumpkin bag. It was Sherlock who carried a heavier Grace and Michael, complete with sweet bags back the mile and half to Baker Street.

He had been naïve when Mary had innocently suggested that he and Molly looked after the kids this weekend. The date had completely skipped his mind until Grace tore into his lounge after school one day babbling about her Halloween outfit.

By the time he reached the front door, he was sweating and panting, regretting the evening completely. He almost collapsed on the stairs up to his flat as the two children knocked neatly on Mrs Hudson's door before talking over one another about their own sweets. Mrs Hudson winked at the cherry red Sherlock and quelled the noise quickly.

"Now Gracie, Mike." She clucked. "Let Uncle Sherlock go upstairs and relax with Auntie Molly for a little bit and then you'll go up a little later." She smiled as the children raced over to the collapsed form of the detective who was winded further as they hurled their little bodies at him in a hug before rushing back into Mrs Hudson's flat. "Off you pop Sherlock, Molly's been bored." Mrs Hudson waved the man up the stairs and with a new burst of energy he dashed up the stairs.

"You're home!" A warm voice welcomed him from the lounge and Sherlock smiled briefly before hanging up his coat.

"You owe me Hooper. Thirty houses I have just traipsed too before carrying both children back. Grace Watson is a danger to society, that butter wouldn't melt routine is dangerous…"

"And it's one that works on you every time." Molly's voice was full of laughter as she remained on the sofa. "It wasn't too bad was it Sherlock?" She smiled fondly, looking up at her tall detective.

"You should have come." He grumped, flopping carefully next to her.

"I'm due in three weeks and you want me walking around London with a bunch of rampaging kids." Molly raised her eyebrows but her mock disapproval faded as he rested his hands on her stomach. "I'm bored of being pregnant Sherlock." She rested her head against the back of the sofa and groaned.

"I'm bored of you being pregnant too." Sherlock kissed the bared skin. "I want little Lucius here."

"We are not naming our child Lucius." Molly blindly reached out to hit him, missing as he ducked. "Besides it's a girl."

"You don't know that."

"You swore you didn't make the sonographer tell you so we're both clueless." She looked up to narrow her eyes up at him and he smiled innocently back.

"I swear. Besides you know I couldn't keep that a secret." Sherlock held his hands up in surrender before kissing Molly's temple. "The monsters are downstairs, Mrs Hudson said she would look after them for an hour but…" His words were cut off by a wail and small footsteps on the stairs.

"What's wrong Mike?" Molly heaved herself up, stomach in the way as the little boy tore up the stairs and launched himself onto Sherlock.

"Grace says monsters are in my bedroom." He sobbed as Molly pulled him carefully towards her.

"GRACE!" Sherlock bellowed and hesitant steps followed.

"I didn't mean to make him cry." The wide eyes were not fooling either adult.

"Just because Grace Emma Watson, you are dressed as a witch doesn't mean you have to behave like one." Molly scolded, eyes trained on the little girl's face who seeing Sherlock's angry face was staring hard at the floor.

"Apologise to him Grace and prove to him there are no monsters." Sherlock set Michael on his feet and Grace took her brother's hand.

"Sorry Mike, I didn't mean to scare you." She mumbled. But she looked over the little boy's head dead at Sherlock. "I don't like the dark."

Sherlock sighed before pulling himself upright, he took both children's hands, taking them to the bedroom they shared to show there really weren't any monsters.

It wasn't until much later that Sherlock had pretty much rolled Molly into bed that she let out a soft laugh.

"You've got at least ten years of trick and treating left." She grinned in the darkness, rewarded with a resounding groan from Sherlock.