Our Little Boy

Two Shooters

Hi guys! Before you read this chapter, I recommend that you reread chapter 4. Enjoy!

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"Havent seen you in a while." Sherlock said, pacing around the aquatic center.

"No. Not since my little charade at your wedding."

"I'm getting tired of these games Jim."

"I know. Thought you might like this one though." He disappeared through the side door and reappeared with Hamish in his arms. " Have you met my son Hamish?"

"I had a feeling that he was yours. Can you just take him and leave before we play this game?"

"Actually, I'm almost finished with this game." Moriarty said proudly. Sherlock gave him a puzzled look, as if  he was saying What Game? "Oh my, I thought you would have noticed by now." he grinned "Even the great Sherlock Holmes didn't see this one coming. You see, my wonderful little plan was to blind you with love for this child. Then destroy you with your own emotions." A sudden look of realization struck Sherlock's face.

"NO! STOP IT!" His eyes welled up and tear rolled down his cheek "LEAVE HIM ALONE! He's only a child!"

"Sorry, can't do that." Jim chuckled.

"TAKE ME INSTEAD." he begged.

"Well, That is a very tempting offer. Hmmmmmmm.... How about, NO!" he held the handgun up to the baby's head and placed his finger on the trigger. Sherlock shut his eyes as the loud noise echoed across the aquatic center. When he opened them he was shocked to see that Hamish was fine and it was Moriarty who was laying on the cold ground. Sherlock turned around and saw none other that his husband, John Watson. John slipped the gun back into his pocket and they both ran over to Hamish. Sherlock plucked him out of the dead criminals hands.

 "John." he said. "I think we'll keep him."