The Final Chapter

A Call

*One and a half year jump*

"Sherlock! Your cell!"

"I know."

"Are you going to answer it?"

"Maybe."

I get up and grab his cell from his pocket, answering it quickly.

"Sherlock?"

"John actually. What do you need?"

"Where is Sherlock? No one told him yet, did they?"

"Told him what?"

"It's Moriarty again."

"Damn it. Is he out?"

"Yes."

"How?"

"I'm not sure. Are the kids asleep yet?"

"Not yet, Sherlock is getting them ready for bed."

"Call me back once they are sleeping please."

'Yeah, sure. Will you please explain to me what is going on."

"He is out. No one has found him yet, and we have no clue where he is heading. Its been six hours already, please make sure you four are safe tonight. Dont let anything happen to you guys, please. I may not be able to talk later, so you may need to explain everything to Sherlock. Tell him... tell him I love him."

"Are you alright Mycroft?"

"We're all under a lot of stress right now."

"Ill try to keep everything under control."

"Call one of the others of you cant get me,to pick up. They all know what's going on, I'm sure someone should be able to come out there if you need it."

"Thank you."

"And John..."

"Yeah?"

"Dont let the kids see. Please dont let them see."

"I won't, I swear."

"Thank you. Be careful."

He hangs up, leaving me in silence. I can hear Sherlocks voice from upstairs, accompanied by the light voices of Hamish and William. I drop his cell onto the coffee table, standing slowly and walking into the kitchen.

"John?"

Sherlock hugs me, wrapping his arms around my waist.

"Sit down Sherlock. I...something happened."

"What is it?"

I drag him over to a chair, changing my mind and instead sitting on the floor beside him.

"John?"

Sherlock grabs my hand, pulling me against his side.

"I...I'm sorry Sherlock."

"No...No no no. He cant be. No."

"I'm sorry."

His breathing picks up, body shaking.

"No. He...he cant be. There's no way he got out."

"You need to relax. Breathe with me. Im right here, all the doors are locked. Calm down."

A floorboard creaks and Sherlock tenses, pressing his face against my chest.

"Daddy?"

"Everything's fine Hamish, go back to bed."