Hello and welcome back…WOW it's been a while and I am so sorry about that. I'll make it up to you, by presenting you with an offer. As you are aware, the stork will soon be visiting our favourite couple and I am just terrible at picking names ;p This is where YOU come in. If you would like the chance to name the baby, send in your suggestions (the more you have the greater chance you'll have at being picked) and I shall put them ALL in a hat and draw one out. I will post the result with a picture on Tumblr (to show I'm for real, lol :) Thank you for your kind patience and for reading, reviewing and even bothering, lol. Now, I'm not usually one for spoilers (not that this can be considered as such) BUT I hope you're ready for Jim's true intentions and sheer evilness :o xx Thank you for your awesome support it is greatly appreciated as ever…I hope you like this one. Here's #11 (I cannot wait to see your suggestions) xx

Sherlock looked the stranger, who was sitting in his spot on the sofa, up and down. He opened his mouth to speak but Molly's reappearance forced him into silence. Molly sat down next to the man and smiled, leaning back and caressing her stomach. Sherlock stomped over to his laptop to check his e-mails, all the while watching this stranger like a hawk.

"So, Jim, what do you do for a living?" Molly looked at him and Jim seemed at a loss for words, causing Sherlock to frown and pout like a small child. Oh, so they're on first name terms?

"Unemployed," Sherlock muttered from his place by the laptop without looking up. Molly ignored him but Jim looked intrigued.

"Um, I'm actually in London to…discuss business with an old friend who is in a bit of a predicament," Jim shot Sherlock a look that seemed mocking. Molly looked fascinated and nodded, shifting in her seat to become more comfortable.

"Oh, well I hope everything works out for you."

Oh it will. Jim smirked into his coffee, which was observed by Sherlock. Molly yawned and stretched which prompted Sherlock to cease his sulk.

"Do you not have your own life to be getting back to?"

"Sherlock!" Molly glared at him but the detective wasn't paying attention. He was too busy scowling at Jim. Wow, if looks could kill. What does Sherlock have against Jim? He's only just met him. Jim shook his head and stood up to leave, smiling at Molly.

"No, its ok, he's right. I have overstayed my welcome. It was lovely meeting you and I shall hopefully see you soon."

To Jim and Molly's utter surprise, Sherlock stood up as well, stepping towards the door. Ignoring Molly's look of warning, he turned to Jim.

"I'll show you out," Sherlock insisted, opening the door. Jim nodded and followed him out. They descended the stairs in silence and Sherlock stopped in front of the door.

"Now, Molly is very dear to me as you well know, but she is not the best judge of character. I do not know who you are or what you want with her but let me give you a warning. Stay away from my family, or suffer the consequences," Sherlock hissed at the man. Jim started laughing folding his arms and fixing Sherlock with a cold gaze, completely different from the act he was just displaying for Molly.

"You don't remember, do you?" Jim tilted his head slightly, his eyes darkening with hatred. Sherlock narrowed his eyes and studied the man. He could read nothing but what he had already discovered. Jim sighed impatiently tapping his foot. "Sebastian Moran ring any bells?"

Sherlock frowned. "Yes, I recall the name. He was Colonel in the Army and he went on a killing spree; his commanding officer cleared him of shell-shock so it is my belief he was acting on other orders from a 'higher power'. It was due to my efforts that we managed to find him. I am pleased to have him behind bars." Jim smiled wickedly, his hands curling into fists.

"Correct. You are a hard man to track down...You see, this is where we have a problem. I need my Seb out of prison. People who disobey me won't kill or torture themselves, you know," Jim was staring at Sherlock, evil showing in his once kindly features. Sherlock stiffened. Ah, behold the mighty 'higher power'.

"Of course. You are the source, the one Moran answers to. Why? Well, that remains to be seen. Now, listen very carefully…if you come anywhere near here again, I will not even bother with the police and take the law into my own hands, as it were," Sherlock whispered venomously. Jim's smile disappeared suddenly.

"Now, now, I have no quarrel business with your pathetic domestics. No, Mr. Holmes, I'm going to bargain with you. Get Seb out of prison; that is all I ask. If not, I will not be able to keep my promise. I will come after you all…one…by…one. I will burn the heart out of you…right before your eyes," he stepped closer with each word, his eyes threatening. "and…as I watch you fall to pieces…I will laugh in your face."

The coldness of his words echoed around Sherlock's mind palace even after he heard the door open and close, the stranger disappearing into the crowds of London. He was untraceable and ready to carry out his threats at any minute. It would take a lot to convince Molly of what Jim had just said. He had to listen and carry out his wishes…for the sake of his family. I have to do this…for Mrs. Hudson and Lestrade, John and Mary, Joyce, Mycroft, Molly and our daughter…

Mary returned from her trip to Baker Street to find the house empty. She sighed as she entered. Watching Molly blissfully happy and in love today was so hard. Molly had everything she had ever wanted and Mary couldn't help but feel the slightest bit of envy. She shook her head. What are you on about, woman? You have the sweetest, most supportive husband in the world…it will happen for you. Just like Molly. Mary sighed heavily as she slumped into the kitchen chair, thinking to herself. The sound of the front door opening jolted Mary from her dream world.

"Oh, hi love. I thought you were at Sherlock's?"

Mary smiled and ran to hug her husband. John held her tightly as Mary sobbed into his shoulder. Confused, John chuckled and tried to make a joke.

"Hey, it's alright. I only went to the shops."

Mary chuckled softly and clutched John even tighter. She mumbled something into his shirt which made John's stomach drop.

"I want a baby, John. So much…"

John dropped his shopping onto the kitchen table and led Mary into the living room. After sitting her down and bringing her a cup of tea, he took a deep breath and sat next to his wife.

"There's always…adoption…"

Mary blinked her tears away at John's words and a new thought process had begun to weave itself into place. They hadn't even thought about this before. If they were infertile, this seemed the best process. John was smirking at her now.

"In the meantime, there is no reason why we cannot keep trying…"

Mary giggled as John took her hand and gently eased her to her feet, guiding her to their bedroom.

The next few weeks passed rather quickly considering the new developments. After several more appointments at the family planning clinic, John and Mary decided they were getting nowhere. They had gathered a collection of adoption leaflets and were determined to go through with it. Molly had been incredibly supportive when she had told her – well, when she had emerged from the bathroom – and had congratulated her bravery. Sherlock, however, had been factual and statistical, giving her information and facts about people who adopt. John had to have a stern word with him afterwards. They also hadn't heard from Jim and Sherlock wondered if he was going to get Moran himself. The weeks passing also meant that the scan was fast approaching. Molly was nervous but Sherlock seemed rather excited. He was determined to be proved right about the baby's gender and was positively jumping for joy at the thought of seeing 'her' for the first time.

"You cannot be serious, Sherlock."

Sherlock looked up from the laptop with a raised eyebrow. Molly was searching through a bag of baby things given to her by various members of the Hooper and Holmes' clans. She was holding up a T-Shirt that Sherlock himself had put into the pile. It was pink and flowery and extremely pretty.

"What is wrong with it?" Sherlock folded his arms and smirked slightly. Molly rolled her eyes.

"We can't send it to nursery with a T-Shirt that says 'My father is smarter than yours'. What if a wrestler reads it?"

Sherlock laughed and shook his head, tapping furiously at his laptop.

"Then, although I may not match his strength, I will outsmart him with my cunning brain."

Molly rolled her eyes as she placed the T-Shirt fondly at the top of the pile. She gathered her bag and keys, smoothing her T-Shirt down over her bump, which she caressed lovingly. Sherlock watched her out of the corner of his eye and secretly felt a surge of…happiness. This was strange to him but it felt good. A knock sounded at the door and Sherlock announced the door was open. John stepped into the flat that was formerly his and looked around, his eyes sweeping the messy flat. Baby things covered the place, as well as several pieces of discarded experiments. John nodded in mock approval until his eyes rested on Sherlock. His face was covered in tiny, red scratches, some looked painful and the most alarming thing was neither seemed to care.

"John, what is the matter?"

Sherlock was looking at his friend curiously and Molly had stopped sorting through the clothes. Her back was becoming stiff so she moved to the sofa and put her feet on an old bag of clothes. John blinked rapidly and gestured towards Sherlock's face, to shocked to speak. What the hell has he done this time? Instead, though, Sherlock smirked and Molly blushed. John wished he hadn't asked.

"It seems someone's hormones got the better of them, last night. Got a bit…overexcited didn't we, dear?"

Molly rolled her eyes, her cheeks burning red with embarrassment whilst Sherlock looked pleased with himself. John shook his head, cursing himself internally. He was desperate to change the subject as the looks Molly and Sherlock were giving each other were making him feel uncomfortable.

"Uh, so shall we go then?"

Sherlock and Molly had invited John along to the scan; unfortunately, Mary was busy at work. Sherlock closed the lid of the laptop and gracefully moved over to Molly and pulled her to her feet. This was the moment…the one they had been dreading and waiting for at the same time.

Molly shifted uncomfortably as she waited for the nurse to return. John sat on a stool in the corner with his arms folded as he watched Sherlock pacing up and down, his hands clasped under his chin and muttering extremely quickly to himself. The nurse returned and gave Molly a huge smile.

"Right then…Molly, shall we take a look?"

"Well, obviously that is what we are here for."

The nurse shot Sherlock an irritated look as she gently placed the gel on Molly's exposed tummy. John felt uncomfortable suddenly, like he was intruding on their moment. He didn't want to leave, though. A few moments later, the nurse was moving a device across Molly's stomach to try to get a clear picture.

"Ah, there we go…"

Sherlock stopped pacing and approached the screen, gesturing for John to do the same. The picture was hard to make out and the nurse pointed to where the baby was situated. Molly breathed a sigh of relief and squeezed Sherlock's hand tightly. John felt a swell of pride at the picture. I may see it a lot at work, but it is truly incredible. The nurse beamed as she held the device in place, speaking in a soft tone.

"Yes, everything seems to be fine. I shall carry out an external examination momentarily. Nothing to worry about, just to check everything is in the right place. I can guarantee they are fine, though."

Molly blinked rapidly, Sherlock frowned and John rubbed his head, certain he had misheard. They all were. Sherlock was the first to find his voice.

"I'm sorry…did you say…'they'?"

The nurse smiled looking from each member of the small group.

"Why, yes. Twins generally come in twos. Congratulations!"

The nurse was practically laughing, assuming they already knew. I knew we should have gone private.

*gasp* Now, there are TWO babies for you to name, so a slight increase in chances ;p Thank you so much for reading and sticking with this story! Love you all xx Stay tuned and it shouldn't be TOO long a wait for the next one, lol. xx