Double W.Holmes

His Return

-Three months later-
“Sherlock, won't you get a sit down?”
Since this morning he just pacing bath and forth in the sitting room, no sign wanting to rest.
"I can't sit, John. I'm fat."
“You're not fat, it's just our baby boy in your belly, that's all. You'll get back in shape after he is born."
Sherlock had been strictly monitored by me to avoid any unwanted circumstances. I still allow him to go to crime scenes but only one condition, no running and chasing.
"It's weird John, too weird. I still cannot believe the fact that I can be pregnant as I've lived normally since I was a kid. I had pills to avoid my heat strikes."
"So you never got the heat?" I can't imagine once is Sherlock is on heat. Too……arousing for me. Thinking that Sherlock being sexual, blushed cheeks, dark curl mixed with sweat sticking on his forehead, panting vigorously calling for his name……God I'll definitely go mad, for an alpha at least.
"Nope." Popping the ‘p’, "I don't want to be knotted that fast. Because of the unbalanced number of alphas and omegas, carriers like us gonna be careful so didn't get pregnant. You know how carriers behave once they got knotted."
Of course, a carrier could only be knotted once in a lifetime by an alpha, an become his or her one and only partner. If the alphas leave, they couldn't live by themselves unless be a prostitute to earn some incomes.
We fell into silence until a small, green oval thing tossed into our flat, landed right between us.
A grenade.
"Damn Sherlock ru-"
"It's a fake grenade." Sherlock pick up the thing, examine, "In addition the pin is still in there."
"How do you know it's a fake one?" Although he may spit out answers to humiliate me, I insist to ask anyway.
"Obvious, John. The colour isn't right. You're in a military how you could not know? Oh, the pin…"
The safety pin dropped. It popped out colour paper flakes and a note.

"Did you miss me?"

"He's still alive?"
"Impossible, he blew his own brain out, no one will ever survive."
"Then who-"
"It must be someone that works for him."
All of the sudden, the lights out, electrical appliance flickered.
"Did you miss me, did you miss me, did you miss me, did you miss me, did you miss me…"
His face appeared on all possible monitors.

"John!!!" Sherlock shouted in terror.
All the lights lost their function. Damnit I can't see a bloody thing!
"Sherlock! Sherlock where are you!"
I heard the doors shut, simultaneously the lighting flashed followed by the roaring of thunder. A sharp pain pierced on the back of my neck. I took the thing out.
"Needle…?"
Head spinning. Vision blurred. I fell on the sofa, unconscious.
*
My head hurts. I slowly woke up, found myself in the empty flat. The lights are all on and everything seems normal. But I ran up and down, searched high and low, there's no sign of Sherlock. He must been took away by those intruders. Eventually, I started to panic as I saw another note on the fireplace.

"You know where to find me. Personally or else be ready to bury corpses."
*
I took a cab and went to the place. The very first place we met.
The swimming pool.
It's nearly midnight, there's no one in there, even the security. Security cams are out of function, the whole block was in dead silence. The only source of light was from lights around the pool. And there sat Sherlock, at the edge of the clear water, unconscious. My heart nearly scattered into pieces seeing Sherlock in that condition.
"Well, well, John Hamish Watson, the place we first encountered, and this might be the last. Pretty sentimental, right?" Moriarty stepped out from the dark, hands tucked inside his trousers, looked relaxer than ever.
"What do you want." I pulled out my gun and held it tightly, prepared for to shoot if anything happens to Sherlock. I won't let Moriarty touch him. If anything happened to him was unforgivable to me.
"Just want to play a game. I bet you have the thing I want. So, shall we?"