Taken

Hamish had tired himself out, not the way he usually did by running around with his friends, this time he had tired himself out by playing a few nice games with his father outside. Hamish and Greg didn't get many chances to do that since Lisa and him argued more often than not. Greg had noticed the tired look in his son's eyes the moment the pair had stepped inside the house. "Hmm" Greg stated. Hamish raised his head so he could look at him. "What?" The five year old questioned, raising an eyebrow at his father.

Greg inhaled slowly, lifting him up in his arms so he was holding him rather close to his shoulders. "I think you should sleep", he whispered to him. Hamish half smiled, placing his small hands on the side of his father's neck. "Only if I get a story" he commented. Greg chuckled. "Oh alright. Just one" he stated causing Hamish to smile like the child he was before he placed the side of his head down upon his father's shoulder. Hamish was still only this affectionate towards Greg, he never did this towards his mother.

Greg held Hamish still before he moved off to the little boy's bedroom, stepping into it rather soon. Hamish was only placed down on the bed when Greg had shut the door behind him. "Do I get to sleep in these?" Hamish asked, fully well knowing that he would not since it was his casual clothes and not pyjamas. "What do you think?" Greg replied. Hamish linked his fingers together. "Yes" he commented quickly, causing Greg to smile. "If that's a yes then you know what that means" Greg stated. Hamish's eyes widened. "No" he replied but it was already too late. Greg had lifted Hamish' shirt slightly and had began blowing raspberry against his son's belly button causing Hamish to laugh rather loudly, the fact that Greg was adding tickles to the boy's sides didn't help with the laughter at all.

Greg pulled away at last, moving towards the drawers and pulling out a pyjama top and pyjama pants, he turned towards Hamish and he moved back towards him sitting down. The boy was currently fiddling with his thumbs. "Dad" he started. "Why do you two get mad? I don't like it when you do. Why can't you two be happy?" He asked. Greg hadn't expected such a question. In fact he hadn't expected to have heard all of the times him and Lisa argued with each other. "I don't think I should answer that. Not until your older" he commented. Hamish sighed deeply, avoiding all gaze with Greg. "You can leave now" he stated, clearly annoyed by the lack of honesty. "But your bedtime story" Greg stated. Hamish sighed again. "Just... Just go" he commented, crossing his arms across his chest.

Greg nodded slowly, standing to his feet quite slowly, giving a small ruffle to Hamish's messy brown hair before leaving the room. Greg sighed before he headed off into the living room. Hamish got changed rather quickly out of his pyjamas before he fell onto his bed sighing. "Why must they lie?" He muttered to himself. A sudden rustle at the window caught his attention rather quickly. He frowned before he moved towards it. A sudden scream came from the boy, Greg and Lisa had heard it and the pair went running into Hamish's room. Greg's eyes scanned the room and he felt like his heart was breaking. "Oh no... Please no" he commented, pulling out his phone and calling Sherlock immediately. Sherlock always found it odd when he was rung by the Detective Inspector but answered nevertheless. "What is it, Lestrade?" He asked. Greg inhaled slowly, still trying hard not to break down or scream. "It's Hamish, Sherlock. He's gone"