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It was a typical day in the flat of 221B Baker Street. Well, it was more like a boring day as John was married- like he has been for the past year- and Sherlock was bored out of his brilliant mind. Just laying about in his couch and giving up on his thoughts, he texted his friend:

John. I'm bored. -Sh

A moment later, he got a reply.

What do you want me to do?

Talk to me. Something. I am so bored it's driving me to suicide. -SH

Don't. Not again.

He could just hear him saying that.

I'm not serious. -Sh

Look. I can't help you. I'm busy.

Sherlock rolled his eyes and typed:

You are doing nothing, but watching television.- SH

…And spending time with my wife. Like you should be doing with Molly.

Molly's out. -SH

He didn't get a response.

Instead of flooding John's phone, Sherlock loosely dropped the phone on the floor and hung his head off the arm of the couch. "Booooored." He didn't know when Molly Hopper, his girlfriend for the past year, was going to be back.

At that moment, the door opened, making him turn his head to it to find Molly holding a bundle in a white blanket, her brown eyes wide. "Sherlock," her voice was quiet. "Someone abandoned a baby."

The detective shot up from the chair, looking at her, wanting to know if he heard her right. "What?"

She approached him and uncovered the face of a sleeping infant, who wasn't more than a year old. "He was abandoned. I heard crying coming from a alley while I was walking home." She looked at her boyfriend with worry. "What should we do?"

Sherlock lightly shook his head. "Turn him to the police. Nothing we can do and certainly he can't stay here." He turned away, heading back to the couch. He may be a detective, but there was nothing for him to work on with this one.

Molly looked at him with horror. "Are you serious?"

"We're not keeping him," he ordered, staring at his wife with cold eyes. There was no way he was going to keep an infant in the flat where they can't even properly take care of a child, let alone being the legal parents. By the condition of the white blanket, he was abandoned a moment before Molly had found him.

She looked down at the baby, then back to him. "Sherlock. He's not even a year old."

"So?" He knew that it sounded cold, but that's what he was.

She shook her head as she began to walk to the kitchen with the baby in her arms. "You are certainly cruel at times," she coldly announced.

He rolled his grey eyes. "Molly." He went after her, not wanting a conflict being of a child that isn't even theirs. "He belongs in a orphanage or something. Any place, but here." When he got to the kitchen, he just found her staring at a photo with the child in her arms. "Molly?" He asked as he approached her. "What is it?"

Her face was pail as she whispered, "A photo of a woman."

He looked over her shoulder and was looking at the photo of a smiling blonde that was no older than twenty wearing jeans and a green blouse. Curious, he took the photo, flipped it over, only to find a blank back. "Probably the mother," he muttered. He then handed the photo back to his girlfriend and hurried to his phone and texted John:

We have a case. Get over here A.S.A.P. -Sh