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This is just a little something I started. Enjoy! :)

Holmes was woken from his pleasant sleep by a frantic hammering at the door of the flat. Groaning he rolled over, burying his head in his pillow, his eyes screwing shut, counting on Watson to answer the door. Another five minutes of battering finally convinced Holmes that Watson could not be relied upon even for this simple task and to answer the door himself. He pulled the covers off himself reluctantly, the cold being a little extra encouragement to begin moving. Rubbing his eyes, he shuffled to the end of his bed as the beating continued. "I am coming!" he shouted over the din, his voice hoarse with his first words of the day. He loped down the stairs, still half asleep, the beating becoming louder as he came closer to it.

"Misses Hudson! Would you stop that infernal…!" Holmes stopped dead as he opened the door. "Miss Adler," he blinked in surprise, "Good morning."

She raised an eyebrow, her arms folding across her stomach. "Good AFTERNOON Sherlock," she replied, "did no one ever tell you its rude to keep a lady waiting?" She placed her hands on her hips and Holmes couldn't help but stare at her, "or do you just have no manners? I wouldn't be surprised."

"Miss Adler…?" was all Holmes could manage to blurt out, his mouth forgotten, agape.

"And staring now?" She rolled her eyes as she pushed past his paralysed form.

"Miss Adler?" he asked out to her again, turning to face her when he was finally able to move again, "are you…" he took a deep breath and began again, "Miss Adler, are you… pregnant?"

She turned to glare at him as she made her way down the narrow corridor. "No shit, Sherlock."