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Chapter One

Mycroft Holmes threw back his Brandy, barely tasting the drink and eyes the clock on his mantle. It had been years coming. His doctors had assured him that this was his last option to have a child that was genetically his, someone to carry on the Holmes legacy, his progeny. Planning and discretion had been key in his plans to provide a grandchild for his parents. His attempts at dating had usually ending in disappointment due to the stresses from his position consistently disallowing him the time to build a suitable relationship and then hearing from his doctor that his fertility was near non-existent and declining further! He was out of time and options.

Anthea had been invaluable in acquiring a discreet woman who was willing to accommodate his needs. Giselle. She was an ethereal, blonde beauty who was an accomplished artist from Paris. She agreed to his proposal and financial support. She would provide him with a child and handle the bulk of the responsibilities parenting-wise. Contact would be a minimum except for required functions and certain holidays.

It was...acceptable.

Giselle should be pregnant by this time tomorrow. Anthea was accompanying her to the clinic and had ensured the woman was fully prepared. Everything would be fine. Just fine.

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Susan Teserero stumbled over her feet. Her first day as a temporary doctor at such an esteemed women's health clinic and she had been up all night panicking, resulting in her oversleeping and barely able to fully comprehend the fact that her mentor was off sick. She was just an intern but she could do it.

"Okay, doctor, you have an annual in exam 8 and an artificial in 9."

The nurse held out the trays, both covered and handed them over.

"Yeah, sure, got it." Susan replied shakily, her nerves getting the best of her as she could barely hear what the nurse was saying.

The redhead eyed her shrewdly, possibly worried at her confidence.

"Are you sure you can do this by yourself? I can assist, Dr. Teserero."

The doctor's cheeks heated in embarrassment at the subtle accusation. "I can handle it. Exam room 8 and 9. Thank you, nurse." She added pointedly and spun to enter the exam room behind her, not looking at the number to attempt confidence even though her nerves were jangling.

She entered and carried the tray over to the table, her eyes focused on the floor.

"So, you're here for the artificial insemination, miss...er..." She swallowed as she looked up, seeing that her patient was fully asleep laying on the table, her lower half covered by a thin sheet for modesty. The poor woman looked exhausted. Her long blond hair was in a loose ponytail, dark circles were purple under her eyes and Susan could see a hint of bruising on her cheek. She wondered just what it was this woman did.

A glance to her left showed a lab coat with an ID tag for a clinic but in the pocket, peeking out, she could see a DI badge. Was it possible this woman was both a doctor and an officer? That would explain doing artificial insemination. She probable had little time for a relationship. Many women getting older had chosen this way to have children to remove the difficulties of romantic entanglements.

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Joanne Watson jerked awake at the gentle touch to her shoulder, cursing instantly when her bruised cheek made it's presence known at her grimace.

She blamed Sherlock. He'd damn well known she had an appointment first thing in the morning and then a shift down in the A & E department at St. Bart's. There was no way he had needed to monopolize her entire night on a stake-out, then storm in after the suspected counterfeiter with Lestrade's pilfered badge. Jo had been stuck having to fight dirty when things turned violent.

The epic sulk from Sherlock following the arrest by a very irritated Dimmock had been unbelievable. Jo had flat out refused to attend the debriefing the next day citing work. "Priorities, Joanne!" He had snapped. Dimmock had made it very clear that Sherlock had to attend and the full amount of paperwork completed. As a result, her infuriating flatmate had ensured that she did not get any sleep as retribution for her 'abandonment'.

"Are you alright?"

Jo looked up, blinking sleep from her eyes and nodded. There was a young brunette doctor, no, an intern. Her coat was too short.

"I'm fine. Where's Dr. Simon?" She looked behind the small woman whose shoulders straightened at the question.

"She's off ill today. Don't worry though. I've done this before." The smile seemed kind and Jo relaxed a bit, allowing the doctor to help her fit her feet into the stirrups.

"Just budge up a bit. Thank you."

Jo hated these but since she'd passed thirty, her concerns about her health had increased. She stared at the bland ceiling, tensing at the touch of the speculum.

"Sorry, just relax, ma'am." A soothing touch to her knee and Jo snorted. Being called ma'am. Now she felt old.

"So, you're doing this alone? No husband?" The intern attempted to converse and Jo cringed at the feel of something scraping against her cervix. This exam was taking far longer than what she was used to but Jo relented in snapping at the intern. It was probably her first unsupervised one.

"Uh. Yeah." She shuddered at the feel of something and forced herself to stay still.

"You're very brave." Frowning, Jo started to reply when the speculum was suddenly pulled out and laid on the tray.

"Alright. All done." The brunette pulled off her gloves and helped Jo lower her legs. She went to sit up but the woman put a hand on her shoulder. Give it ten minutes then you may leave. You should have the results in two weeks."

The doctor left a very confused Joanne Watson.

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Dr. Teserero left the exam room, carrying the remaining tray. Now for the annual exam. She walked next door and stepped in.

"Hello, my name is Dr. Teserero. I'm afraid that Dr. Simon is off ill today so I'll be handling your care today, Miss..."

She looked up and saw two women. One on the exam table, a very attractive blond, and a dark-haired brunette on a blackberry who looked up in surprise at the interruption.

"It's Miss Giselle Campeau for her artificial insemination." The brunette spoke curtly and Susan felt a flush of horror pass through her.

Oh, God! She had inseminated the wrong woman! Her hands fumbled, fingers numb as she set the tray down.

"Are you alright, doctor? Are you able to handle this?" The blackberry wielding woman asked. She wanted to answer a vehement No! but she refrained and nodded weakly.

She could salvage this. Her career. It was only a 25% percent chance that the other woman had gotten pregnant. Unlikely. And this was a first step in with infertile couples so if this one didn't take with Giselle (which it wouldn't as there wasn't any sperm since it had gone on the wrong patient) then usually, couples tried again. No loss. Everything was...fine.

"I'll just step outside, then."

The woman left, leaving the blond and the doctor. Oh, shit.

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Jo stumbled through getting dressed, half asleep and rushed out of the exam room, bypassing the usual post-nurse nurse instructions. She didn't have time. She needed to drop back off Lestrade's stolen badge and get to work. She wasn't looking where she was going when she collided with a solid body, knocking her back a step.

"Oh..so-" Jo swallowed her apology, quickly turning into a curious but suspicious gaze as she saw who it was she bumped into.

"Doctor Watson."

"Anthea." She replied short. "Please say you're here for a check-up."

Anthea looked at her pointedly and Jo took the hint to leave off. "Right. Whatever. As long as it has nothing to do with me, I don't care."

She smiled. "For once, doctor, this visit has nothing to do with you."