Anderson groaned and heaved himself from the floor, he staggered to his feet and went to hit Sherlock back, he stopped when he saw that Sherlock was currently holding a gun to his head.
"Get out... now" Sherlock demanded
Anderson raised his hands and nodded
"I want to see my son, this isn't over"
With that Anderson left the apartment
"He will go straight to Lestrade, we will need to get their first" Sherlock got his phone out and sent Lestrade a text
Anderson is on his way to you, don't listen SH
What? GL
We need to talk now, you me and John SH
Urgently SH
After Sherlock had finished texting, he turned round to see John, he looked so distant, he had placed Connor back in his Moses basket.
Sherlock came and knelt in front of John.
"John...He won't come near you ever again, I promise"
Sherlock craned his neck to kiss John on his cheeky softly
John seemed to come out of his daze and smiled weakly at him.
"I'm going to have to face him at some point Sherlock, there is no choice, it's his son"
...
Lestrade sat with the men like they had done with Anderson, in the living area of the apartment.
"So what's this about?" Lestrade started
They looked at each other.
John began. "Anderson is Connor's father"
"What?!... You can't be serious"
"Deadly serious..." Sherlock replied
"He came earlier to see him, things got heated" John continued
"Yes I saw his eye" Lestrade responded
"did he say anything?" asked John
"No I don't think he knew I saw him, I was coming straight here like you asked.. So what did you need me now for?"
"If I know anything about Anderson he will go to you first and give you his side about how innocent he is, we wanted to make sure you knew our side first
"And what side is that exactly?" Lestrade asked
"The right one" Sherlock replied
Lestrade rolled his eyes and nodded
"Fine, fine, but I can't ignore Anderson, as much as I am with you two, I can't really afford to start taking sides, besides its unprofessional"
"No of course" Sherlock smiled
Anderson was sitting with his head in his hands. He was a new dad, to a child who he didn't even know existed until he was 2 weeks old. He still hadn't even had the chance to hold him. Anderson could have done John wanted what he did. He had always liked him since he met him, it was Sherlock the had the problem with not John. That night between them had meant everything to him, he thought he wanted it too, he thought it might be the start of something between them. But Sherlock… Sherlock had ruined everything, he had convinced John that it had been rape, that he was bad news, and now they were getting married? He couldn't just leave this, he had to do something drastic if he was going to get John back. Not that he ever had him in the first place. He had to get rid of Sherlock from John's world, it was the only chance he had.
He slid open his desk draw... He knew it could come in hand at some point...
He left his desk and left for his flat to get ready. It was now or never.
I apologise this is so short, I had to put something up because you've waited so long, I can't wait to post the next chapter its nearly written :) you guys wont be disappointed!