Extra for 4's for a boy
"Why is there a ten year old squating next to Sherlock and looking over a dead body?" Lestrade whispered angrily to John. "Well that is our adopted son Samual. He has the same uhh..'gift' as Sherlock." John smiled. "But John he's just a child! He shouldnt be here!" Lestrade said loud enough so both sociopaths could here. A small scoff came from both of said sociopaths looking over the dead body in the hotel bed. "I couldnt stop him. He may not put body parts in the freezer but he still uses acid,suger and milk so he had to come along. Just think of it as extra help." John giggled. They both stood up and walked over to Lestrade. "What have you got?" he sighed. "Murdered about 1 to 3 o' clock last night. 2:45 to be on point. He was a traveling. One of many bloody morons who want to travel the world." Samual spoke up in excited tone. "How can you tell?" Lestrade asked, forgetting that Samual was a ten year old at a crime scene. "By his watch and the small tan around the eye area. The tan points that he was wearing sunglasses. London hasnt had that much sun in ages so where has there been enough sun to get that tan?" Sherlock asked. Samual held up his phone. "New york, Denver, and Mexico. They've all had an equal amount of sun that if you were to visit each one for a day and stay out for exactly 5 hours you will get enough tan. Why 5? He was a doctor. He knew the danger of too much sun." Samual and Sherlock said with a smug grin. "Which means that-" Sherlock and Samual begun until they heard 'Is it ture?The freak has a look alike?' and 'It's a toad I just know it is!' John sighed. Anderson and Sally walked into the room. "Sally,Anderson." Sherlock grinded through his teeth. "Where is he?" Sally jumped up and down. John looked over to Samual who was hiding behind Sherlocks coat. Sherlock quickly kneeled down. "You ok Sam?" sherlock spoke in a soft vocie. "I'm fine." he grinded through his teeth. John noted he seem much more tensed and angry. His hands balling into fist. Sherlock slowly nodded and stood back up. Samual steped from behind Sherlock. "Mother,father." Samual spoke those two words and everything went quiet. "Mother? F-father? You mean..." John spoke in a whisper. "Samual! what are you doing with him?" Sally hissed. "Who? Daddy Sherlock?" Samual asked innocently,knowing how it would get to them. "Daddy Sherlock?' No Samual you go home right now." Sally hissed making a reach for Samual. "Blast. You know he would but the nanny and Sheryl are out and I left my key at home. John is the only one with a copy." Sherlock stepped in front of Samual,blocking Sally's reach. "Move Freak." She said about to push Sherlock out of the way. "Sorry Sally but he's our son and so help me god if you touch etheir one of them I will punch Anderson so hard you will feel it." John said with so much venom,Sally took a step back,Anderson started shaking and Samual and Sherlock cracked a smile. "Why did you really le-" She began but quickly snapped around to Anderson. "You!" She hissed then quickly turned back,bent down and spoke to Samual. "What did Daddy do?" she asked,with a hint of anger still there. "Daddy didnt do anything. Anderson well he and Auntie Molly were shagging in the bathroom and I was going to tell you but he told you something about believed him and not me. Because of you being despreate and,that you said 'Leave!', father kicked me out. That's when Daddy Sherlock found me and took me home to meet mummy John and sister Sheryl." he said,grabing John and Sherlocks hand. "He WHAT?" She bellowed. "Before anything Sally give me and Sherlock a chance." John said smirking. Lestrade closed the door behind Anderson. "Wha-" he was cut off by two swift punches to the face both by John and Sherlock."How dare you!Throwing out a ten year old!" John hissed. "I did it to feel good." Sherlock shrugged. Anderson slid down to the floor. Lestrade just stood in the corner. After a mintue or two Anderson stood up holding his busted lip(Gift from Sherlock) and broken nose(Gift from John). Lestrade opened the door and said "You better start running." while pointing to a flaming Donavon. "AHHHHHH!" he yelled running out of the crime scene. "Thank's Mum and Dad!" Samual jumped up and down. Sherlock and John smiled. "Now killer?" Lestrade asked. "Yes!" the two jumped and told the DI it was his wife. She thought whenever he was out he was when he came here to London she followed him. When he came back to the hotel he was strangled and stabed. 'In that order' Sherlock and Samual felt it nesscery to say. John,Samual, and Sherlock went home and every dead body(Sherlock begged that Samual come on the chases but John refused. 'I will not have the risk of my son being shot and/or maimed Sherlock!') that Lestrade called in Samual would join. They would get the case done quickly leaving with 'Sally,Anderson,Lestrade we must be off.' Anderson and Sally never called Sherlock a freak and never spoke to Samual. John being protective John sat at every crime scene giving Sally a sweet calm smile. Sally would shiver and turn away. John would laugh at her and smile at his husband and son connecting pieces and jumping like two five year olds. After a while people stoped calling Samual 'Sally's runaway child'. With the kindness and manners John had given him and the smarts and strength Sherlock improved they call him 'Hybird genuis'. Samual was Sherlock and John's and nothing would ever change that.
A/N-Molly for 3's for a girl next!