Here is another one of my Sherlock scenarios from my head, that I managed to put down on paper for your enjoyment. I wrote this after I wrote, 'Do You Love Me' but it is supposed to take place before that one. I hope you enjoy this glimpse into what I imagine happens inside these character's heads.

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John cradles Rosie in his arms, her eyes slowly drift closed and John smiles at her peaceful face. A knock sounds from the door as he carefully lays the sleeping girl in her cradle, then quietly tiptoes to the door and opens it, trying not to let it creak. He is surprised to find Molly standing at his front door.

"Molly, what are you doing here?" He whispers. Molly gets the idea and whispers back,

"Have you seen Sherlock lately?"

"Not since last week why?" he says and ushers her inside. Molly sits down on the couch before continuing,

"Well he came into Bart's yesterday asking for body parts, I told him i'd see what I could do, but today when I went to baker street to take them to him he wasn't there. Mrs. Hudson said he didn't come home last night. I tried calling him and texting him but he didn't respond." Mary walks into the room, bringing morning tea for herself and John.

"Molly? What's going on?" Mary asks glancing between John and Molly as she sets the tea down on the table.

"She's looking for Sherlock, have you heard from him today?" John asks.

"No not today, I can try calling him if you like." Mary pulls out her phone and dials Sherlock's number, she puts her phone to her ear and waits a few moments before taking it down. "Nothing."

"He's probably just found a case." John tries to reassure the women.

"Mrs. Hudson said he hasn't had any clients for the past week." Molly objects.

"Well what about Mycroft, have you asked him?" Mary questions, Molly shakes her head so Mary pulls out her phone once more and puts it on speaker, after only a moment of waiting a monotone voice says,

"Hello?"

"Hello Mycroft, you wouldn't happen to know where Sherlock is would you? He's not at his flat."

"Perhaps he's on a case, why don't you just ask your husband Mrs. Wattson?"

"Because I haven't seen him either, and Molly says he hasn't has any clients lately." John pipes up.

"Ahh so miss Hooper is looking for him as well, with her would have been my next guess. When did he disappear?"

"He came to the hospital last night and I haven't seen him since, Mrs. Hudson said he didn't come home last night." Molly explains.

"Well in that case I have a pretty good guess as to where he is, go to my mothers house and I'm sure you will find him there." With that Mycroft hangs up, and John grabs his coat preparing to leave.

"John where are you going?" Mary asks.

"I'll just go make sure he's there." He says, and is out the door before another word can be spoken.

"Or we could have just called." Mary says, causing Molly to giggle.

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When John reaches the house of Sherlock's parents he knocks on the door, and after a moment the door is opened by Sherlock's father.

"Hello Dr. Watson, what brings you here?"

"Um, is Sherlock here?"

"Of course, why don't you come in." John complies and steps inside the cottage, "He's in the living room." Mr. Holmes directs him. John walks over to the small arched doorway, and immediately pulls an expression of confusion, and amusement (yeah, you know the one I'm talking about (; ) What he saw was a sleeping Sherlock, lying on the couch with his knees pulled up to his chest, and his head resting in his mother's lap. When Mrs. Holmes sees John she puts a finger to her lips, signaling him to be quiet. John retreats back into the kitchen where Mr. Holmes is reading the newspaper.

"I'll just wait for him to wake up." John says and sits at the table across from the man of the house. "I never thought I'd see the world's greatest consulting detective sleeping on his mother's lap." John comments, this earns him a laugh from the man next to him.

"To tell you the truth, he's always been something of a mama's boy, he always goes to her with his problems, never to me. They were up all last night talking about who knows what."

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Late the previous night.

Mrs. Holmes responds to a knock at her door, only to be met by the distraught face of her youngest son.

"William, what's wrong? Come in and have a seat." She pulls him inside and sits him down on the couch next to her, He immediately lays his head in her lap.

"Now William, what's wrong?" His mother asks as she strokes his curly hair.

"I can't focus, it's like my mind is losing its its edge, I can't work like this I need to, I need to fix this." Sherlock pours out in a frustrated tone.

"This is not the end of the world William, calm down, now, when did you start losing your focus?" His mother consoles.

"A few hours ago, Just after I left Bart's hospital, I was trying to find evidence to prove a man innocent of his wife's murder but I couldn't seem to put the pieces together, everything was foggy, I couldn't remember all the evidence."

"Bart's hospital, isn't that where that Hooper girl works?" Mummy Holmes asks suspiciously. Sherlock is silent for a moment before answering,

"Yes, I was asking her to bring me any spare body parts she could muster."

"Mmmhhhmmm, and were you thinking about your conversation with her while you we're trying to make deductions?" She hints.

"Possibly, but what does that have to do with anything, usually I can think about lots of things at the same time without losing focus."

"Sweetheart, you can't go on pretending that you don't have feelings, in the end it's just hurting the people you care about, not protecting them."

"This conversation has taken a strange turn, I believe we we're talking about my waning mental capabilities."

"That's the point dear, you can't focus on crimes, because you are focusing on her, now what do you think that means?"

"What?"

"Well you're the detective, you need to figure that one out for yourself." Sherlock fell asleep thinking about his mother's words, but unfortunately he did not figure that one out, that is, not the day, some time later, when he would find himself outside Molly Hooper's flat, delivering an apology.

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Sherlock woke up and found himself still lying in his mother's lap. She looked down at him and smiled,

"Good morning William." Sherlock sits up and stretches out his stiff back.

"Did I sleep all night?"

"That you did, it's around nine o'clock I think, oh and your friend is here waiting for you." Sherlock suddenly froze at her words, then let out a groan.

"John's Here?" He asks putting his face in his hands.

"Well yes, I think he's in the kitchen talking to your father." Sherlock bolts up from his seat straightens his coat and swiftly walks into the kitchen, fully aware of the never ending teasing John would place on him about this day.

"Good morning son, would you like some coffee?" Mr. Holmes greets his son.

"No, I don't think so. John what are you doing here?"

"Looking for you, Molly came round earlier worried about you." John explains, Mrs. Holmes sends Sherlock a knowing look.

"Well then, we'd better get going, I assume you brought a car." Sherlock deduces, then heads toward the door.

"William Holmes." His mother scolds, stopping him in his tracks. "Kiss your mother goodbye." Sherlock complies and walks back to his mother placing a kiss on her cheek, and shaking his father's hand before proceeding out the door with John in tow. Once they are outside John comments,

"I never thought of you as a mummy's boy."

"Shut up john." Sherlock says as he climbs into the passenger seat.

"Whatever you say William." He continues to tease while driving away from the cottage Sherlock sighs with embarrassment.

"Just please tell me you didn't take a picture."

"I would, but then I'd be lying." John says, and Sherlock groans.

"You can't tell anybody, it would ruin my reputation." Sherlock pleads. John seems to be thinking intently about it, making Sherlock tense.

"Alright I won't tell anyone," Sherlock lets out a relieved breath, "except Mary and Molly." John finishes.

"What? No! You can't show Molly!" Sherlock protests.

"Oh so I can show Mary?"

"No, I mean, you can't show either of them." He corrects.

"Look Sherlock, it's either show them, or post it on my blog." Sherlock lets out another long groan.

"Fine."

"I might also want to show Rosie someday if she ever goes through one of those phases where she thinks it's not cool to hug her parents."

When they get back to the Watson home Molly and Mary take their turns hugging Sherlock and asking where he's been.

"Sorry to cause so much distress, I needed to...... talk to my mother." Sherlock explains to the women.

"This is how I found him when I got there." Sherlock sighs and sits down on the couch as John pulls out his phone and shows them the picture he took.

"Aww." The women say in unison.

"Sherlock, I never knew you were a mummy's boy." Mary hands the now awake Rosie over to Sherlock, "Its kind of cute."

"I am not cute." He protests, but at the same time proves himself wrong by letting Rosie grab onto his finger and put it in her tiny mouth.

"Sure Sherlock, whatever you say."

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Awww! Wasn't that adorable! I was smiling so hard when I wrote this, from just the sheer cuteness! Please leave a comment telling me what you think. and let me know if you have any similar Sherlock headcannons! And check back tomorrow for info about my first YouTube video! See ya!