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The Reichenbach Fall Part 1

My first day back to work after returning from Baskerville had been normal. I immediately had a case to work on, a case that Sherlock would solve in no time. A painting had been stolen, The Falls of the Reichenbach by Joseph Turner. If a case stumped Scotland Yard, it no doubt was obvious to Sherlock, disappointingly simple even.

The painting had been returned to its owner at an expensive posh gallery. Sherlock and I stood in front of the owner in the gallery with press lingering around.

"The Falls of the Reichenbach, thankfully recovered owing to the prodigious talent of Mr. Sherlock Holmes. A small token of our gratitude." The owner handed Sherlock a small box wrapped up in a bow. He shook it slightly.

"Diamond cufflinks. All my cuffs have buttons." Sherlock muttered. The owner's mouth dropped open slightly.

"He means thank you." I smiled to him.

"Do I?" Sherlock asked, turning to me.

"Just say it." I told him.

"Thank you." Sherlock said slowly and awkwardly to the gallery owner. A flash went off, a picture that was on the front page of the paper the next day.

After that a top banker was kidnapped and yet again Scotland Yard had to secretly bring in their special weapon in the form of Mr. Holmes. The rescued man stood outside his house with his wife and son, Sherlock and I standing to the side. Due to the high profile victim, the TV cameras were rolling on this one.

"Back together with my family, after my terrifying ordeal. And we have one person to thank for my deliverance, Sherlock Holmes." Everyone applauded. The banker's son handed Sherlock a small box.

"Tie pin. I don't wear ties." Sherlock muttered.

"Shh." I smiled, as another picture of the two of us and the victim appeared in the paper the next day.

Without a doubt, another case came in just as soon as the last one ended.

"Peter Ricoletti. Number one on Interpol's most wanted list since 1982. But we got him. And there's one person we have to thank for giving us the decisive leads, with all his customary diplomacy in tact." Lestrade said into the video camera in the same conference room I stood in the back of on my first day of work.

"We all chipped in." Lestrade said, handing Sherlock a wrapped gift. Lestrade smiled at me as Sherlock ripped it open.

"Oh!" Sherlock fake laughed as he pulled out the deerstalker.

"Put the hat on!" One of the reporters yelled. Sherlock looked disappointingly to me.

"Just get it over with." I smiled. He rolled his eyes and shoved the wrapping paper into my hands. He placed the hat on his head and everyone applauded, including Donovan, although sarcastically.

The criminal classes seemed to be keeping me busier than ever, as if all these little cases were leading up to something. But what? Even more distressing, it seemed everywhere I went all I noticed were pregnant women. I had been feeling better, but these women seemed to be subconsciously reminding me to go buy a test. I didn't want to, but better safe than sorry.

I sat in my flat, waiting for the longest 5 minutes of my life, thinking nervously. I never even thought about the possibility that it would have been positive. I was on the pill, it was almost impossible for me to get pregnant, even if Sherlock had some kind of olympic swimmers. Sherlock... How would I even tell him–

My thoughts were interrupted by the timer going off. I stood there in shock and looked down to the plus sign. This was supposed to be a happy time in a woman's life. It was just one test though, it could have been faulty. I promised myself I would go to the doctor after this case to be 100% sure. Until then I tried not to think about it.