In the time that both John and Sherlock had being consumed in either figuring out their full feelings or spending time with one another, they had forgotten one little thing. It took Mrs. Hudson to get them to remember that they had a responsibilty that had slipped their minds completely. Two days had passed and the doctor sat before his laptop, typing up an entry into his blog since it had been a while.
His partner entered the room minutes later, his gaze peeking over the laptop screen before he sat down beside John. Together, the two typed/edited a new entry for the blog before submitting it onto the Internet. They had written about the recent adventure with Moriarty, excluding the part about the verbal passcode for the off-switch and their relationship plan. Sherlock, being obsessively compulsive over grammar, sighed in frustration every other minute at John's poor writing skills.
"John, everyone knows that there is no space between the word before the comma and the comma itself!" Sherlock reminded.
"Ask me if I give a flying shït!" The blogged replied, continuing to type by pressing each key one by one with his two index fingers.
"You should, you learned English as your first language and live in England!"
John rolled his eyes, giving in to the detective's criticism towards his writing. Two whole hours were spent on the writing of the three-paragraph entry, filled with shouting and arguing over whether or not John should change something he had typed just because it was grammatically correct. The dear landlady from downstairs crept up to check on what had happened after some of the noise had ceased, then questioned something that planted dread into both of the mens' minds.
"Such boisterous fighting over English grammar! And I thought someone had been charged with a crime!" She scolded, "Oh...well, where's Daniel? I've been wanting to take him on an outing somewhere, maybe a mall or art gallery. You know, he's like a grandson to me."
"Ahh shït. Major, major shït." John cursed, hanging his head shamefully.
"Don't swear, John, it's rude." Mrs. Hudson further scolded.
"No, Mrs. Hudson, it's alright in this case. It seems as though through all the excitement, Dr. Watson has accidentally forgotten about the responsibility he had of watching his son." Sherlock explained calmly.
"Daniel! Shout for me, will you?! Where are you?!" John yelled frantically while popping his head into various nooks all over the room in search of the young boy.
The landlady immediately began to help John in his son's rescue mission while the detective remained seated, reviewing all last known locations of Daniel and where he possibly could've wandered. He narrowed it down to one place and called for the other two panicked people to join him in going to Daniel's favorite park in search of the 2-year old. As there was no time to waste on waiting for a cab, the party ran as quickly as possible to the park which was conveniently close by. The older woman was out of breath and John felt bad for having her move around so quickly and scaring her with the news of Daniel's disappearance.
A conspicuous-looking note had been taped onto one of the park benches with the words "Never repeat anything twice...especially your mistakes!" written on it in messy, black sharpie. This was clearly left to them by a the one who committed the kidnapping crime, a person who was much too happy about the predicament and was enjoying his ability to show it off. This was obviously the work of Jim Moriarty. He surely had gotten bored of waiting around for Sherlock to do something so he striked.
Just when all three people had read over the paper at least once, Sherlock's mobile phone rang in his coat pocket. Once he answered it, Mycroft's serious voice spoke into his ear.
"Hello, brother dear, seems that we've got ourselves a problem."
"Stop it with the 'dear brother' nonsense and such, it's too old-fashioned for my taste."
"Sherlock, we do have a problem to attend to, may I remind you."
"I'm aware of John's missing son."
"That wasn't what I was saying, but now that this has come up...it isn't coincidental whatsoever, as I had assumed. No one randomly targets the step-daughter of a government official to be the victim of a kidnapping."
"The girl's missing?"
"Yes, and ignorant as always, you've forgotten that her name is Lorelin."
"My bad, I cared oh so much that I forgot her name. Sorry about the truth of my mentality and memory system."
"Sherlock! Both Daniel and Lorelin have gone missing, have some sort of courtesy about it while you're on their rescue team."
"Oh now I get to search for your step-daughter too?"
"Don't say you didn't see it coming. Good luck and goodbye." The phone was hung up.
The younger Holmes brother announced the news of Lorelin's recent disappearance and sent Mrs. Hudson to stay at 221B so she would be safer and maintain a better health. Him and John continued, going off to scope out the entire city to see where Moriarty would keep them for the time being. Luckily for them, the criminal was boastful enough to send the detective a text that explicitly stated the location of the two kidnapped children.
The pair called a cab, showing the driver the address sent to them by Moriarty and ordering for the cabbie to hurry as much as he could. The location had turned out to be an abandoned schoolhouse only fifteen minutes away in the not-too-bad traffic, somewhere near the Church of St. John the Less. John paid off the cab driver before hopping out behind Sherlock, trailing after the waving coat belonging to the detective. They used team-effort to bust the front doors in order to enter the ravaged building and ran down the one main hallway until they heard screaming, following the direction of the noise.
One classroom had a door held partially ajar with the lights turned on, making Sherlock feel confirmed of it being the correct room. Inside, was a scene of pure horror for John and a scarring image for the detective as well. A scene that would forever be engraved in their minds.
