Sherlock took a deep breath and cleared his thoughts. Slowly he opened his eyes, and ran over to Rosie. ''Okay, Rosie. It would really help me a lot if you stay still'' He asked the child gently.
''Why are you doing this!'' John asked Irene in a low, but angry voice.
''You know who I am John, you never should have trusted me.'' Irene answered back as she focused on Sherlock.
''But... You... changed. You're different, I saw the real you, you care for him! You are not like Moriarty'' John answered back, as he sighed in relief, when Sherlock successfully removed the bomb from Rosie.
''Oh that was fast!'' Moriarty said smiling, but deep inside he was angry.
''Come on Sherlock! I know you can do this!'' John shouted.
''Shut up!'' Moriarty shouted back at John. He was now frustrated. Angry. By the looks of what was happening infront of him. He knew, that Sherlock was succeeding.
''Yes. Yes!'' Sherlock shouted as he successfully deactivated the bomb, then threw it away.
Moriarty smiled ''Good job Sherlock, good job... Irene sweetheart, you can let him go now.'' John walked towards Sherlock as Moriarty walked towards Irene. ''Well that was rather boring...'' Moriarty rolled his eyes and gave a pout. ''Never mind, there is always a next time.'' As Moriarty began to walk away, Sherlock pulled a gun from his jacket, and pointed at him.
Moriarty chuckled ''Oh! We are not finished? This is getting rather fun'' Moriarty pulled Irene closer to him, and placed the gun on her side. ''Go on then, shoot me Sherlock.''
''What are you doing!'' Irene murmured ''You promised!'' she hissed.
''I'm not stupid Irene'' Moriarty looked at Irene's stomach ''I know about it... don't you see the whole game is about that'' Moriarty moved his gun closer to her stomach.
''Enough with the games!'' Sherlock interrupted Moriarty and Irene's conversation.
''Well, well... would you look at that... it seems like Sherlock doesn't know what's happening. Are you doing this alone Miss Adler?'' Moriarty looked at Sherlock.
''What are you talking about?'' Sherlock asked
Moriarty laughed, and slowly removed the gun away from Irene's stomach. ''Oh dear...the great Sherlock Holmes is clueless... I guess I win this time then?'' Moriarty smirked.
''Think again, you bastard!'' Irene pulled a needle hidden behind her dress. And injected it into Moriarty's neck. Slowly Moriarty lost consciousness, until he dropped on the floor.
''Wh-what the hell just happened'' John asked confused as he ran and checked if Moriarty was dead.
''Don't worry, I didn't kill him. But I might have given him enough drugs to paralyze him. He won't be able to walk for months.'' Irene looked at Moriarty with such hatred ''He deserves it.''
''H- It was all an act? Explain yourself Miss Adler.'' Sherlock demanded.
''Be patient dear... I will explain later, when we get back to the flat.'' Irene smirked.
Half and hour later, Mycroft arrived with his men at the warehouse. As he walked in, he ordered his men to cuff Moriarty, and take him into the car.
''Sherlock'' Mycroft stood infront of of his brother, and greeted him. He then turned his direction to the man standing beside Sherlock. ''John'' He added.
''He will be paralyzed for a couple of months, due to the drug that I gave him.'' Sherlock said dryly.
Mycroft nodded. ''I know that you want him out of this world brother, but I'm doing this for the greater good. This man knows things, and has done things that people should not know. And therefore we need to investigate him. Don't worry I will make sure that he never get's out.''
''You better be'' said John.
''Very well... I'll be heading off then.'' Mycroft turned around dragging his umbrella with him.
''What about the kids!'' asked Sherlock.
''Oh yes, the police will take care of it. They will fetch them in your flat. Paper works are taken care of.'' Mycroft's voice echoed as he walked outside.
''Great... now we have to babysit too'' John complained.
John and Sherlock arrived at Baker street minutes later. As Sherlock stepped into the flat, first thing he saw was a woman sitting on the chair infront of the fireplace.
''Good you're here'' She looked at the man standing at the front door, who looked tired.
''Yes, now explain.'' Sherlock took off his scarf and jacket, then sat at the chair across Irene.
''Where's John?'' She changed the topic.
''He is here...'' John walked in with a baby on his arms, and a little kid hiding behind him.
Irene raised her eyebrows. ''So you have decided to adopt them'' Irene teased.
John rolled his eyes ''No, we'll have to babysit them for a while.'' John walked over the dinning table, and took a seat.
''Irene...'' Sherlock murmured
''Yes'' She turned back to her last position. ''So, yeah... it was all an act, I told you before that this time I'll make sure that he wouldn't come for me again. And I knew that neither you or John would kill a man. Bringing a gun would be useless, so I had to come up with a plan, which is the drug. I won't risk killing a man either, prison is not my thing. So I called him and told him that I am alive, and that I'm still at his side. And then yeah...my plan worked, and now he lost.'' Irene explained
''I want to go buy ize cream!'' Rosie demanded, while she pulled Johns shirt..
''We don't have any ice cream sweetie, you have to wait until later.'' John explained to the kid softly.
''No, I ant it nuw!'' She gave a pout, and started to cry.
John sighed, and gave up. ''Alright, let's go and buy some.'' The little girl cheered, as John stood up he handed the baby to Sherlock
Sherlock stared at the baby, then looked at John.''You don't actually think that I'm going to watch that kid right? Take him with you.''
''No I can't he is sleeping, now take him, before that little kid starts to cry again.'' John moved the baby closer to Sherlock, but it didn't work this time either.
''Give him to me'' Irene stood up from the chair and looked at the baby, as she stretched out her hands, she struggled figuring out how her hands is suppose to be positioned. John laughed a little, then he asked Irene to sit back, while he sat the baby on her lap. ''Now go and hurry up, before he wakes up'' John nodded, and walked out the flat with the Rosie.
''So tell me the rest of your story'' Sherlock murmured.
''Rest? I told you everything'' Irene replied in a low voice, then she checked if the baby woke up.
''No. Moriarty mentioned something when he held you captured.'' Sherlock replied in a low voice, and waited for an answer patiently.
''Oh, um. I thought he meant that he found out that I was tricking him. Wasn't that he meant?'' Irene replied, staring at Sherlock.
Sherlock stared at her for a couple of minutes, to deduce everything, to recall the events that happened, to try and get the right answer. ''Mnoo'' Sherlock mumbled. ''It wasn't that... Right before he pressed the button to activate the bomb, he said that it was just a warm up. That it would all make sense at the end. Meaning there would be more, but there wasn't was there?'' Sherlock looked at Irene in the eyes ''There was only you. You came into the game unexpectedly, and changed character. Then Moriarty pointed out something that I didn't know. So to sum up everything... A kid, a baby, bomb, then he captured you, pointing a gun at you-your...'' Sherlock's eyes widened as he realized what the game was all about. ''It- when he said it he meant... a baby'' Sherlock gazed down at Irene's stomach, which was blocked by the baby she was holding.
''Clever, as always... Yes, I'm pregnant Sherlock. Though I'm not so sure how he found out about it. But as I've told you, he always comes for me, that's why I had to make sure that he won't.'' Irene sighed, and smiled at the baby that is comfortably sleeping on her lap. ''I've just recently found out, and now I don't know what I'm suppose to do. I've never held a baby before, not before today. And it's scary Sherlock, an-''
''It's mine'' Sherlock broke off Irene.
She looked up to Sherlock who is now standing infront of her. ''Yes'' She answered quietly. ''I don't expect you to be a part of this Sherlock, I know how busy you are. And how this could become a distraction of your work, you won't even hold this baby'' She gave a small laugh, as she stroke the face of the baby. ''If John is lucky and the baby would be a boy, I might name him Hamish'' Irene looked up at the man standing infront of her, who looked puzzled. Not showing any emotions.
Sherlock slowly knelt down, so that he would be in Irene's level. ''I- um... Hamish huh...'' Sherlock looked down, and awkwardly stroke the baby's hair.
''Yes'' Irene smiled, as she looked at Sherlock, trying to be comfortable touching the baby. As Sherlock looked her into the eyes. She hoped that he would say something, but it's Sherlock Holmes, and at this moment he was very hard to read. But unexpectedly, he did one thing that Irene never thought he would, especially at this kind of situation. He looked at her in the eyes, touched her cheeks, and then he smiled. A tear dropped from Irene's eyes, then she smiled back.
''Would you look at that. You guys look like a real couple in that position, Irene holding a baby, and Sherlock touching him'' Sherlock stood up and sat back into his chair, when he heard John's voice. Neither him or Irene noticed that John already came back.
''Oh! John... good you are back. The baby is up.'' Irene looked up at the man standing infront of her, with a child eating an ice cream.
''Ah , yes. The police is here to pick them up. Thank God neither of you have children, neither of you can stand being with a child for five minutes. Think how it would be, if both of you have a child together.'' John laughed, but all he got was an awkward stare from Sherlock and Irene. ''Oh come on, it was a joke. You've got to agree that was funny... No? No? Ok no...''