Forgotten Lover (parentlock/johnlock)

Part 10

Hamish POV 1
We walked into the morgue, it just felt cold and a little bit eerie, it didn't feel right. Sherlock rushed ahead anyway, and I followed. Dad would be here in an hour, so for now, I was listening to Molly and Sherlock ramble away. When he handed me the autopsy report was interesting though.
H- you trust me with this?
He shrugged.
S- you need to know as much as we do
H- nobody knows as much as you know
He smiled at that, and walked off, satisfied. I read down the page quickly, only a few words sticking in my head.

Morphine
Oxydone
Morphine + Oxycodone mixed?
Levacet

And these were just some of the drugs pumped into his body.
H- wait so some of these were mixed into the same injection?
Sherlock nodded and Molly frowned.
Molly- this is horrible, I've never seen anything like this, this is sick
H- and someone getting shot isn't
She smiled uncomfortably and walked out of the room.
S- you're turning into a mini me
H- is that a compliment
S- no
I laughed. Then the doors opened again and dad walked in, smiling when he saw us both.
J- did you both sleep well?
I nodded.
H- how was mum?
His face dropped.
J- not to pleased-
S- look!
He shoved the autopsy report in dads face and he laughed. I couldn't see his face, but I haven't heard that laugh since I fell off a trampoline and rolled all the way down the hill at the bottom of our garden. His eyes scanned over the paper and his expression didn't change, was I the only one that thought this was terrible.
J- any ideas?
S- not really, whoever it is, got to have pharmacy and medication access
H- like a doctor?
S- yes, a doctor
J- how did he think about that before me?
H- because your mind is stupid
Sherlock was examining the body and didn't even look up.
S- if you're trying to be me Hamish, that isn't something I'd say
I looked at dad and we both rolled our eyes.
S- I saw that
I laughed and so did dad, a proper hearty laugh. While we were alone, sort of, dad turned to me.
J- I know you don't want to, but I want you to have a talk with your mum
I rolled my eyes and sighed.
J- I know you don't want to, but please, for me?
H- fine, when?
He smiled.
J- after the morgue, Sherlock can do his own thing for a while, I'll take you in the car and I'll sit outside in it while you both talk, and then you decide where you go from there
I nodded, that was fair. After we'd finished at the morgue, dad drove me in his car, that he was so proud of, he'd got it because of work because he was a carer, he didn't get the Saturday jobs, he got a car instead. We pulled up infront of our house and I patted dads shoulder and knocked on the door. Mum opened it and smiled softly, she walked in and I followed.
M- did your dad force you to come here?
H- a little bit
I wanted to be abrupt, because at the moment, I didn't like her.
M- why are you so angry with me Hamish?
H- why are you so angry when we talk about Sherlock?
My answer was short and snappy.
M- I'm not-
H- you are! Every time we mention him, you zone out, why aren't you happy that dad has the person back that he missed so much?

Johns POV
Hamish was still shouting, I was stood outside, listening through the open window. The things he was saying was harsh but true.
H- you're sick! You don't want him to be happy, you disgust me!
I heard his heavy footsteps coming out of the door, he slammed it shut and looked at me.
H- can... can I go back to Sherlocks?
I nodded.

When we got back to Baker Street, we found a note on the door saying that he'd gone back to the hospital. When we got there, he was searching in the room that the victim was in. Hamish headed back outside, he wanted to talk to the patients, that was his job as Sherlock had put it. There were only a few bed left outside in the corridor now, I felt like this hospital wasn't exactly a good place and not very orderly.
J- I think anyone could of got past the doors and pumped the injections into him
S- I don't agree
I rolled my eyes, at least he was back here with me, in a way, I'm so angry that he left me for so long in the dark, but it's a dream come true having him back again. Interrupting my thoughts, Hamish and a man dressed in a nurses outfit walked into the room. Me and Sherlock looked at Hamish questioningly
H- this is Nurse Zachary, he's interested in the case
S- I don't think Nurse Zachary is allowed in here
Hamish looked puzzled.
Z- the great Sherlock Holmes and John Watson, I think I might be able to help you
I raised my eyebrows and turned to Sherlock, his eyes were laced with suspicion.
J- in what way exactly?
Z- I don't know, I was hoping I could help you in someway, I used to work on this ward with the patient that is now dead
I didn't know what to do, Sherlock sighed.
S- Hamish talk to Zeus
H- Zeus?
I held in a giggle.
S- yes, off you go
He sighed and went back outside.
J- anything?
S- not yet
J- the famous Sherlock Holmes stumped?
S- stumped isn't the word I'd use, I know who's done it
I laughed in disbelief.
J- you have nothing at all, but you know who's done it
He nodded and gave me a look as it to say what? I shook my head and let him carry on examining what ever he was looking for. I was thinking about what Hamish had said to Mary, about how I was much happier when I was with Sherlock, it made me come to a conclusion, about something I'd been questioning for a long time.