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PREFACE

Warnings/Triggers: Some strong language use. And maybe some feels at the end...

Author's notes: We hope you enjoy this! This is a story made by me ( Sophlock ) and Femke ( JustFemke ). If the next couple of updates take slightly longer it is because Femke is on holiday and Sophie has a French exam, sorry guys, back to normal soon!

Sir Conan Doyle created all the wonderful characters, and the BBC gave them their good looks. We only created the story; the rest belongs to them.


Chapter 7- "But it's my hair!"

Sherlock stayed still on the stairs, his head down and his eyes closed. He was waiting for the typical reaction from the inspector.

Soon enough the DI managed to form a sentence "Please tell me you didn't kidnap this child..."

Sherlock frowned and opened his eyes but stayed on the stairs "No, why would I do that?!"

Hamish hiccupped again, in more pain. "I don't know... You are Sherlock, I don't know what to expect from you..."

Sherlock groaned "I don't kidnap children!" He gave up and turned around and went up the stairs slowly.

"What's wrong with him?" Lestrade frowned as he moved closer to the crib and looked down.

Sherlock joined him "I don't know..." He frowned at the hiccuping Hamish that was clutching at the teddy.

"He looks to be in pain..." Lestrade frowned as Hamish stared up at Sherlock, his face clearly in discomfort.

"He probably is..." Sherlock bent into the crib and scooped the infant up gently, cradling him in his arms.

"What should we do?" Lestrade frowned as he looked closer at the baby. He realised just how much the baby would look like Sherlock.

The detective shrugged as Hamish's arms wiggled around in the air "Burp him I guess..." He grimaced as he was reminded of what had happened before.

Greg smirked as he suppressed a giggle "You do that?!" He honestly couldn't imagine Sherlock doing /anything/ with a baby.

Sherlock didn't want to discuss that, he change the subject, "Lestrade. You haven't even asked me where he's from. Your police skills are failing." He moved Hamish into a better position to burp him.

Lestrade frowned "Oh yeah.. Just the image of you holding a baby was..." He let out a breath and shook his head, "Well where is he from then?"

Hamish let out a little cry as Sherlock sighed. He decided to get it over and done with in his usual, brash way "I slept with Irene and she got pregnant, she had him for 6 months in secret then left him on the doorstep yesterday." He watched the inspector for a reaction as he moved Hamish into the burping position.

"Oh..." Was the only word that managed to escape Lestrade's mouth as he watched the two people before him, the small baby placing a hand on Sherlock's shirt covered chest.

"Oh? Is that all?" Sherlock started trying to get Hamish to burp.

Greg blinked "Well that's all I can manage to say... Let me just process this..." Hamish was still having trouble burping.

Sherlock rolled his eyes "Oh yeah, I forgot that you have an average brain..." He was still trying to help Hamish, "Come on..."

Lestrade stood awkwardly and chipped in "Tap him gently..."

Sherlock frowned and did as he was instructed, Hamish finally burped and Sherlock moved him to a comfier position when he was done. Luckily, he hadn't been sick this time...

Hamish tried to reach up to grab Sherlock's hair again, with a satisfied look on his face. Greg stood and watched carefully.

Sherlock frowned "No don't do that..." He grabbed Hamish's tiny hand in his own large one so the baby couldn't wrap his fingers in the curls. Lestrade watched on with eagle eyes as Hamish began to wriggle around with a very unhappy face.

"Just let me know what's wrong!" Sherlock glared at the baby wriggling in his slender arms.

The DI sighed "Sherlock... I think he just wants to grab your hair..." Hamish looked up at his captured hand with a sad face.

Sherlock frowned at the inspector and spluttered "But it's my hair!" He sounded so much like a 5 year old, it was unbelievable.

"Well share it! It will make him happy!" Lestrade folded his arms and watched as Sherlock groaned and let go of the small hand.

The baby's face instantly switched to happy as he finally managed to grab a curl of the hair. Lestrade smiled proudly, "See how easy that went?"

Sherlock frowned as he felt his hair being pulled a little "He seems to like my hair..."

"That's because it looks like a toy to him..." Greg smiled, Hamish was so cute! The baby curled some hair around his small hand and his eyes began to sparkle.

Sherlock looked at the eyes for a second and then back at Lestrade "But he has his own hair to play with..."

Greg frowned "But it isn't as long, and you know that's not the same..."

Sherlock rolled his eyes "He's going to be like me you know..." Sherlock rolled his eyes /again/ as he spoke with sarcasm dripping from every word "Great. Another Sherlock Holmes. Just what the world needs..."

Lestrade chuckled "I'm sure he'll be as nice as you..." His comment was half sarcastic, half meaning it.

Sherlock watched Hamish carefully "Whatever..." He dismissively said without looking up.

Lestrade popped his lips and sighed "So... I think you can't come on that case then... I'll leave you two alone..."

Sherlock's head snapped up, annoyed "No! I want to come!"

"Well you can't now you're with your baby..." He turned around to go back down the stairs.

Sherlock grabbed the inspector's jacket arm "Wait! Can't he come with me?"

Lestrade pulled a face of disbelief and sighed at the detective "Sherlock..."

The taller man raised an eye brow "What?" He shrugged innocently.

Lestrade sighed again at the man "Sherlock... You can't take a baby with you..." Sherlock replied and frowned "Why not?"

The grey haired man thought about the case and pulled a face at Sherlock again, "Because there is a dead woman on the ground! That's why!"

Sherlock cocked his head slightly and frowned "You said it was a missing mother and child..."

Greg looked up, remembering what he had said, "Well yes the missing mother is dead and the child is still missing... I might have put it a bit wrong..."

Sherlock grinned a hopeful, fake smile "Oh well!"

Lestrade was fighting with himself, he needed Sherlock desperately, they'd got no where. But it was a baby for goodness sake! "But..."

Sherlock huffed impatiently "He's got to see a dead person some day! You need me!" Sherlock pulled a face as he imagined what he'd look like, turning up with a baby, pushchair and a bag of baby items.

Lestrade shook his head, he must be mad... "Well... Fine... But try to hide him a bit!" He couldn't believe he'd just said that!

Sherlock's face lit up "You'll let me come then?" He smiled hopefully.

Lestrade raised a hand defensively and looked scornfully at the 6ft man "This is at your own risk!"

"He'll be fine..." Sherlock narrowed his eyes at Hamish and spoke through gritted teeth "Won't you?"

Lestrade pulled /another/ face "Sherlock he can't really understand you, you know that right?"

Sherlock frowned at the inspector as if he was stupid "Yes, I know..."

"Well then..." Lestrade shook his head, he gave up on the sociopath sometimes...

"But I can talk /at/ him..." He looked around the room for a box that could have a pushchair in it.

Lestrade thought for a second "Can't you take him in one of those... Baby carrier things? Those bags on your chest?"

Sherlock frowned as he surveyed the room "I think John bought one of those..." He held Hamish carefully as he searched through the piles of boxes.

Lestrade smiled at his idea "Good, well maybe you can hide him a bit with your coat then?"

Sherlock dismissed the inspector "Whatever..." He found the box, stood up again and nudged it over to Greg with his foot "Open it for me?"

Greg bent down "Why?" He began to open the box anyway, peeling off later after layer of tape and packaging.

"Because it's got the baby carrier thing in it! And in case you didn't notice, I have my hands full!" He rolled his eyes.

"Oh..." Greg finally managed to get through the layers and chuckled when he saw that the item was bright yellow.

Sherlock couldn't see inside the box and he frowned "What? What's wrong?"

Lestrade shook his head, unaware that the man couldn't see in "Just... Are you going to wear such a colour?"

Sherlock sighed inwardly "What? What colour is it?"

Greg decided to put the man out I his misery and pulled the carrier out, grinning like a school kid.

Sherlock's face fell dramatically as he let out a huge sigh, John... "For gods sake..."

Lestrade laughed at the other man's discomfort "This is going to be great..."

The curly haired man glared at Lestrade "It's not funny! Anderson better not be there." Just thought of that idiot seeing him with this thing made him want to die.

"Well he had already arrived... Can't you just hide him under your coat?" Lestrade frowned.

"I don't know anything about babies, but I'm pretty sure you can't just hide them under a coat!" The detective glared in disdain at Greg.

Greg frowned back, he wasn't /that/ stupid! "Well you can just do so that his head pops out..."

"Fine... I'll have to then..." Sherlock sighed at the thought, this was going to be humiliating...

"Well you don't have to but... Pff.." He began to giggle at the whole thought of the situation.

Sherlock glared "Stop laughing at me! I don't want him!" Sherlock held his breath as he shook his head, realising what he had said. His eyes were wide with fear as he shook his head firmly "No, wait!"

Lestrade just stared at Sherlock disbelieving and in shock.

"No! I didn't mean that!" He swallowed as he glanced at Hamish and then back at the inspector.

Greg shook his head in disgust, "You know what Sherlock? You're not worthy of this child..."

Sherlock was panicking now, his mouth open and his eyes wide with fear, "No! You know I didn't mean it!"

Lestrade swallowed and shook his head slowly "But you said it for gods sake..."

"I didn't mean it though! Forget it! Delete it!" He clutched Hamish close to his chest.

"I can't Sherlock..." Greg couldn't believe that Sherlock had said that about his own flesh and blood...

Hamish looked up at Sherlock, unaware of what his own father has just said about him.

"Why?! I didn't mean it!" Sherlock fake smiled at Hamish to reassure the baby that everything was ok.

"Well... You might say that, but even a blind person could see that you don't like the child..."

Hamish didn't believe his father's fake smile and he frowned. "I don't hate him! I just need to get used to him!" He stroked Hamish's back gently.

"You haven't even spoken about him since I got here... You tried to hide him... And you haven't even said his name Sherlock!" Lestrade put his hand on his hip angrily.

Sherlock swallowed and shakily began, "His name is... Hamish. And he's 6 months old and he's going to be like me." He was still stroking Hamish gently.

Lestrade liked that name, "Well why don't you want Hamish?!"

Sherlock frowned "I do want him!" He swallowed hard again. "I just need to... Adjust- that's all!"

Lestrade shook his head again "I hope you do that quickly... I'll see you at the case if you are proud enough of your son to take him with you..." Greg turned to the door.

Sherlock watched Lestrade as he still clutched his baby "It's just- it's just hard! That's all I'm saying!"

Lestrade stopped and sighed in disbelief "How can it be hard Sherlock!? How can it be god damn hard to be proud of something that you made yourself..." He shook his head and left the room.

"I- I- I don't know! Ok?! I just don't know!" The detective could feel tears pricking in his eyes.

"Well you would better find an answer to that!" Lestrade finally left, closing the door firmly and leaving Sherlock alone with Hamish.

Don't worry, the next chapter should fix things... x Thanks for reading!