Sherlock's P.O.V
"She's doing it again." John said, worry lacing his tone as he looked over at the locked bathroom door.
Last night, he admitted that he was a little scared of Y/N, after finding out she was a murderer and I even did a little research, but I couldn't find anything on her.
"I noticed. I may not be a doctor, but I can tell when someone is-" I was cut off by the bathroom door unlocking and Y/N coming out.
To put it simply, she looked a mess.
"Can tell when someone is what, Sherlock?" She asked, dragging herself towards the sofa.
"Pregnant." John and I said in unison and Y/N's eyes when wide.
"N-No! That's impossible! I haven't..." She looked at us in silence and it was like a switch follicles on in her brain.
"Shit."
"Y/N?" John asked worriedly.
"Shit! Fuck! Fuck shit! Fucking Bastard!" She screamed and my eyes widened as I watched her little outburst.
"Y/N, maybe you should calm down?" John began walking towards her, his hands up in defence.
"Calm down?! How can I calm down?! There is a growing thing inside of me!" I stood up and John looked between the two of us.
"Y/N." She looked at me, panic and regret in her eyes.
"Calm down or you'll kill it before it is born." Her eyes widened in horror and she sat down, putting her head in her hands.
"I can't think." She said quietly.
"Who is the father?" I didn't actually mean to say it out loud and her head shot up. A look of fear spread over her features and her eyes filled up with tears.
"I need to go out, process the information." She whispered and neither of us said anything as she left the flat.
Y/N P.O.V
My head was spinning.
I walked down the chilly London street, avoiding bumping into people as I made my way towards a small cafe.
"Hello." A female waitress said to me as I got to the counter.
"What can I get you today?" Her smile was blindingly fake and I ordered my favourite hot drink, before sitting down at one of the smaller tables.
Millions of thoughts and concerns filled my head as I took a sip of my drink.
"Well, Hello gorgeous." A man with short, spiked black hair smirked, slipping into the chair opposite mine.
"Piss off." I said dully, his presence already annoying me as I quickly sent Mike the address of this cafe.
"Ooh, you're feisty aren't ya? I like a girl with a little fire in her blood." He reached over and placed his hand over mine, which was currently resting on the table.
I glared at him, but he didn't seem to get the idea.
"How about we get outta here and go have some fun?"
I picked up the silver knife from the cutlery set and thrusted it forward, stabbing him in the throat.
There was a little blood splatter, but not too much.
"I said, 'Piss off.'" I looked around, amazed that on the almost completely vacant cafe everyone was ignorant to my silent murder.
The man's eyes were wide and I quickly pulled the knife out again as he fell against the wall. I wiped the blood on my napkin before slipping the knife into my pocket, not really wanting to leave the murder weapon behind.
"Um, excuse me?" The waitress began walking over and I slightly panicked, not really wanting to kill the poor girl and the 4 other customers.
Luckily, one of the other customers dropped and smashed their cup, gaining the attention of the waitress.
I used the extra time to finish my drink and walk out.
Mike was parked outside, a worried look upon his face.
"Care to explain? You only send just the address if you're in trouble." He sounded pissed and for a change, I rode shotgun.
"I am in trouble." He began driving and we stayed in silence until he parked in an alleyway, something he usually did when we needed to talk.
"I want a full explanation, now." I couldn't help but chuckle, He was always like the older brother I never wanted, but always needed.
"Ok. In chronological order I presume?" I stalled gaining an eye roll.
"No shit, stop stalling and talk." I sighed and twisted to face him.
"Is that any way to talk to your boss?" He simply glared at me.
"Fine! I'm ill, well I thought I was. Turns out I'm pregnant, with none other than James Moriarty's kid! I decided to go for a coffee to process it and killed a pervert! I'm in deep shit if I can't control my mood swings and end up killing a bunch of people! I can deal with the murder I'm just so stressed!" Mike sat there with wide eyes, before pulling me into a hug.
"I'm going to be an uncle!" He laughed and my jaw dropped.
"You're a selfish bastard, you know that?" I growled at him and he raised his hands in defence.
"At least I didn't get pregnant! Or kill a guy just because he was trying to get into my pants!" I gave him a 'wtf' look and suddenly an idea popped into my head.
