Sam: Okay, it's been a while, but I've been busy!

Sherlock: *smug grin* I would like to take all the credit for myself.

Sam: *eye roll* You are so full of yourself!

Jack: Sam does not own Sherlock or Torchwood.

Sam: Thank you for butting in, dad.

Chapter Six

Sam opened her eyes and looked at her wall. Sherlock was asleep behind her with one arm wrapped around her. They were both naked, Sherlock's clothes and Sam's pajamas were scattered across the floor, having had been thrown this way and that.

Sam smiled, slowly and carefully turned over to look at Sherlock. He shifted slightly and- in his sleep- pulled her closer. Sam slipped her arms around him and rested her head on his chest. Sherlock shifted again, this time waking up.

"Good morning," He kissed the top of Sam's head.

"Morning," She looked up at him and smiled.

Someone scoffed from the corner of the room, "You cannot be serious."

They looked over and found Lestrade leaning against the wall.

Sam pulled the blankets up over her and Sherlock, glaring at Lestrade, "What the hell are you doing here?"

"I've come to claim my territory," He pushed off the wall. "I leave for a few hours and come back to find him naked in your bed!"

"I'M NOT YOUR TERRITORY, LESTRADE! And how the hell did you get into my flat?"

"Spare key above your neighbor's door," He held up the key for Sam and Sherlock to see. "And I saw you first! That makes you my territory!"

"No it doesn't! I'm a human being, not a piece of land or something! Get out of here!"

"Not without what I came for," Lestrade walked over to Sam's side of the bed and grabbed her arm, trying to pull her out of Sherlock's arms and the bed all together. "Now come on."

Sherlock held onto Sam tighter and punched Lestrade in the jaw, clearly angry, "She said leave, Lestrade."

Lestrade stumbled backwards, blood trickling down his face from the corner of his mouth, "That's assaulting an officer, Holmes!"

"No, it's defense! You're off duty! You don't start work until noon!"

"How would you know?"

"If it wasn't true, you wouldn't be here! Now leave!"

"Not without Sam!"

"I won't allow that," the voice came from the doorway. Sam looked over at the door and was relieved to find Ianto standing there, with his gun aimed at Lestrade. "You've been told to leave several times now. If you don't leave in 30 seconds, I will shoot you."

Lestrade looked at Ianto and swallowed hard, clearly having forgotten to bring his gun along. "No. If I leave, so does Sherlock."

"Sherlock stays," Ianto narrowed his eyes. "You leave. 15 seconds before I start shooting."

Lestrade stood his ground, "No."

Ianto shot off a round into the wall right next to Lestrade's head, and Lestrade's eyes grew wide.

"Get. Out, Lestrade."

Lestrade started for the door slowly, looking between Ianto in the doorway and Sam and Sherlock in the bed.

"Faster!" Ianto shouted. "Before the next bullet goes into your head!"

Lestrade jumped slightly at the demand and ran out the door. Ianto turned to Sam and Sherlock, who were both looking at him.

"I'll have someone come to fix the wall and change the locks later today," He said. "I suggest you two don't stay here for the next couple of nights, though."

"Thanks, Ianto," Sam said. Ianto nodded and walked out of the room, leaving Sam and Sherlock alone.

"Get dressed and throw some clothes into a bag," Sherlock said. "You can stay at my place for a while. Lestrade doesn't have a key and Mrs. Hudson's out of town for a couple weeks. He'll need a locksmith to get in."

"Okay," Sam kissed him quickly before getting out of bed and grabbing some clothes from her closet and going to the bathroom for a quick shower.

Sherlock walked into the kitchen, buttoning his shirt up. Ianto handed him a cup of coffee as he walked into the room.

Sherlock took the cup and nodded his thanks, "How did you get into the flat if Lestrade had the spare key?"

"Jack's paranoid about Sam's safety. He insists that Sam has three keys to her flat. One for her, one she can put above a neighbor's door, and one she can give to someone in the building that she trusts. I'm not sure how Lestrade knew about the key above the door. Not even the landlord knows about it. Or her neighbor. What I do know is that it's time to find a new door on a new floor to hide the key."

"Interesting," Sherlock said. "Anyway, Sam will stay at my place for the next couple of days."
"Good idea," Ianto said. "I was gonna suggest she stays with Tosh or Owen."

Sam came out of her bedroom, hair slightly damp, and dropped a bag on a chair at the table, taking a cup of coffee from Ianto.

"I'm so going to get him fired and sent to Timbuktu," She said. Then she mumbles, "Sneaks into my flat while I sleep."

Sherlock walked over to her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. She laid her head on his shoulder and sighed, then looked at Ianto.

"You actually fired a gun," She stated. "I didn't think you would ever fire a gun."
"I felt like as your father's lover, I have gained the responsibility to keep you safe," Ianto explained. "And you're my friend. More obligation."

Sherlock raised an eyebrow. "Jack's lover?"

"Dad and Ianto are bi-sexual. They've been together for a couple months now."

"Oh," Sherlock kissed the top of Sam's head. "Shall we go?"

"Yeah," Sam grabbed her bag from the chair and her gun from the table, slipping her gun into its holster on her belt. "Ianto, if dad asks, we're doing interviews with suspects."

Ianto nodded as Sherlock and Sam left.