There are just some phone calls you should never take…

The Gilbert House, Mystic Falls, Virginia

He knew she would be in no state of her right mind to call her other family in England. They had every right to know what had happened.

This was something Stefan Salvatore had never wanted to do, tell the family of the recently deceased that the said person was now gone.

Elena Gilbert would not be able to call her other two uncles and tell them of what had transpired.

Sighing, Stefan stepped outside and ran his hands through his hair

"You okay?" he heard a soft voice ask.

Turning, he saw Caroline Forbes standing behind him in the doorway and he shook his head

"I'm gonna have to call him. I know he's never been good with emotions and is socially inept…but Caroline this is his nephew we're talking about. That and Elena needs him right now."

Caroline knew who he was talking about.

One of Elena's uncles, Sherlock Holmes. The Gilbert-Holmes-Sommers family was somewhat of a complicated mess of a family but no one really questioned it. Well they did but it was way too complicated to explain, that and no one really wanted to.

Basically, Elena's grandmother on her father's side divorced their grandfather and married Mr. Holmes, who is now also grandpa, and they had Mycroft and Sherlock Holmes, Grayson and John Gilbert's half brothers.

They were smarter than the average person, geniuses was more the accurate term.

Caroline had met both Holmes brothers on one occasion or other and she was impressed yet annoyed at the deduction made by the younger one.

Still, although they resided in England, they were still Elena and Jeremy's family and were going to have to be informed of the latter's death.

Walking over to Stefan, Caroline pulled him into a hug which he readily accepted

"I know you don't want to, no one should have to do that. I think Elena would really appreciate you taking the time to call her uncles and let them know of everything that has recently happened. I know if I was in her position, I definitely would appreciate the kind gesture."

Nodding his head, Stefan knew Caroline was right. Though she was consumed with grief, he knew deep down that Elena would highly appreciate the fact that he had willingly offered to call her family.

oOo

221b Baker St, London, England

John Watson woke up that morning feeling uneasy. He wasn't sure why and he didn't know if he could even think of a reason.

Something horrible was going to happen today, he could just feel it.

After dressing and going downstairs to 221b, he entered and made his way to the kitchen to make himself a cup of tea perhaps that would settle his uneasy stomach.

He had work today at the clinic and hopefully there wouldn't be a case for awhile.

The bedroom door opened and Sherlock Holmes strode out in his dressing gown heading straight for the kitchen

"Morning" John greeted.

Sherlock grunted causing his best friend to smile.

John knew he was still half asleep, which was a rarity to him to see a barely awake Sherlock Holmes

"I have work. Try not to blow up the flat" he said as he got ready to go.

Sherlock snorted

"Not all my experiments blow up, John. Just some" he pointed out

"Yeah, yeah."

Leaving and heading back up to his room, John grabbed his bag before he headed downstairs and poked his head in the door

"Bye" and with that, hurried downstairs and disappeared out the front door.

As the kettle finished boiling, Sherlock pondered what he was going to do today. He decided he was going to go to the morgue as St. Bart's and acquire some body parts for an experiment he had found on the web.

Pouring himself his tea, his thoughts turned to Bart's pathologist Dr. Molly Hooper. A lot had changed between the two of them since his fake death over a year ago. He had come to think differently about her and knew she was much more than someone he could flatter into getting what he wanted.

Sherlock had spent some time living with her and she had developed a backbone which had impressed him immensely. Sure, Molly sometimes still blushed but now it was more because of a compliment he was actually paying her instead of saying it to get access to the morgue.

They hadn't told the others yet and so Molly would pretend to be her old self around him in front of the others.

He had to wonder if John had been able to pick up on it.

He hoped not.

It would be best not to tell them but if the tiny bump hiding under Molly's clothes was any indication, they would have to tell them soon.

Or they could say it was somebody else's.

Sherlock growled at that idea.

Perhaps not.

Yes, he was definitely going to see her today.

oOo

Strolling into the morgue, Sherlock stopped at the sight of her. She still managed to take his breath away. She wasn't hiding under her usual clothes.

No, not any longer.

Today she wore a form fitting rose colored blouse and black slacks, soft comfortable black work shoes and her hair was braided.

Molly was currently up to her arms in an autopsy, thankfully the only one in here, so he walked over and right up behind her, brushed her braid to one side and kissed her neck.

When she gasped, Sherlock laughed as she turned her head to glare at him

"Do you have a death sentence?" she hissed blushing

"Not anymore" he smirked at her before leaning down and kissing her quickly and moving around to the other side of the slab and examined the body "murder. Arsenic poisoning. The victim was exposed long term to the arsenic at lower than toxic levels. Darkened and discolored skin. Hyperkeratosis on the hands and feet. And the whitish lines also known as Mee's lines in the fingernails. All signs point to arsenic poisoning. It was the sister. She was in love with her sister's husband and thought killing the competition would surely win her the affections of the grieving husband once his wife eventually died. She prolonged it because she wanted her sister to suffer how she had always suffered without her sister's husband's love. How I knew it was the sister, the locket over there with the picture of both sisters in it."

Her eyes snapped up to his face as he looked at the body another second before his eyes met hers

"I really hate it when you do that"

"No, you actually love it and don't deny it. I see how your face lights up with awe and amazement, your lips curl at the corners even when you try not to smile, and your eyes have a bright shine to them as you do love how I always seem to get my deductions correct."

Molly bit her lip

"Except for the time when you first deduced about Harry Watson and thought John had a brother who turned out to be Harriet Watson, his sister" she giggled.

Sherlock pouted

"One time"

"Or the time-'

"Alright. Ninety nine percent of the time my deductions are correct. Happy?"

"Very."

His eyes shifted to the bump and soon her gaze followed his before they locked again

"It's fine. We're both fine. Except it won't be long before I look a beach ball."

Sherlock hated to see Molly sad; he knew he would do anything to see her smile.

Her sentimentality was rubbing off on him.

Walking back around to her side of the slab, he touched her face

"And you will still look as beautiful as the first day I met you."

Molly blushed

"Charmer."

The rest of the day seemed to pass by in a blur. Sherlock spent it all day there with Molly in the morgue or the lab. He let her go to lunch with friends while he headed off to the clinic to have lunch with John before he came back.

It was around the afternoon when it happened.

Another body part was needed and so as Molly was acquiring the body, Sherlock impatiently waited.

His phone suddenly beeped, indicating that the consulting detective had a text message. Pulling his phone out of his pocket, Sherlock read the message:

911– SS

Sherlock frowned. It had been awhile since he had gotten a text message from Stefan Salvatore, Elena's ex and he wondered what was going on.

They only used the code 911 if it was an emergency and apparently that was the case.

His phone began to ring and he answered it

"Stefan, what's wrong?" he asked

"You need to come home to Mystic Falls. Elena needs you" Stefan replied

"What happened?"

He had a feeling he knew the answer

"Jeremy's dead."

That wasn't the answer he was expecting.

TBC