I'm so sorry that I've taken so long to update but this is my 6th version of the last chapter and It's been very tricky to decide how to take this but I hope you enjoy my last Chapter and please review, It's always wonderful to hear what people think :)

Sherlock was left standing motionless and abandoned on Baker Street. Stumbling back towards the door, Sherlock fumbled for his mobile and dialled John, holding the phone to his ear he listened to those dooming rings. When John picked up Sherlock was already in the hallway.

"Hey Sherlock, why are you ringing? I thought we were meeting at-" John started to talk but Sherlock cut in, his voice was shaky and confused.

"Shee's gone."

"Gone? Who's gone? Gone where?"

"Evie. She's gone. I don't know where she's gone but she's taken Ruby" Sherlock's voice was getting deeper and huskier, he was getting emotional and John new this had gotten serious.

"Sherlock? What the hell happened?"

"I don't know. We had a fight. Evie stormed out."

"Okay, I'll be over in 5" finished John before Sherlock put the phone down. He climbed back up to the flat, it seemed bleak and draining, he sat waiting for John but his mind was racing out of control. He knew he had blown it; Evie was gone and taken their baby with her. A small, droplet of water fell from the corner of his eye and splattered on his jeans, Sherlock Holmes was crying. Minutes later he heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Sherlock jumped up, whipping his eyes and quickly walked into the kitchen.

Sherlock explained what had happened to John and after giving a lecture on infant lung capacity, John gave his verdict.

"Jesus..."

"She's gone-" muttered Sherlock.

"No hold on Sherlock, you might be over reacting, she might just-" John tried.

"No. No. John, you didn't see her face when she left, or how she said those things, she meant it" muttered Sherlock, he was getting into a bit of a state. They sat in silence listening to the buzz of London outside, the continuous drown of life, inspiring yet worthless.

They sat silent and mournful in the flat, listening to every creak of the building. Sherlock was still wearing his coat and scarf and seemed in no state to remove them. After several minutes the hall door clicked. Someone was unlocking the door. Someone with a key. Sherlock darted across the room, through the door and down the stairs. Standing in the hallway was Evie, with the carrier in tow.

"Evie…" whispered Sherlock.

"I didn't think you would be here, I was dropping Ruby off with Mrs Hudson" said Evie, her voice was harsh and cold, emotionless and without warmth. She had witnessed Sherlock's reserved attitude to unwanted guests before and had now mastered it.

"Dropping her off, why?" Sherlock's voice responded to her tone, becoming deep, coarse and unforgiving.

"Because I've got to go and its better she's with you-" said Evie sourly. Evie tried to carry on towards Mrs Hudson's flat but Sherlock stopped her.

"With me? Seriously?" Said Sherlock in a sarcastic yet cold manner.

"Well when you have a baby, it sort of becomes your responsibility" Said Evie starring back with icy eyes.

"I'm not the type to be a parent" hissed Sherlock, there was deep anger in both of them and it was boiling to a head.

"Neither am I" Evie hissed back, "Do you think I'm really the type? My day to day job involves chasing someone half way across London on foot and in the process, jumping over buildings and dodging bullets to then somehow corner them into a position so I can shot them! Oh yes and picking up a toddler on the way!" Shouted Evie.

"Well my job's not exactly child friendly!" replied Sherlock.

"Look I need to go! Take her" Said Evie trying to hand Sherlock the carrier. Sherlock refused before saying,

"Where. Are. You. Going."

"John!" Shouted Evie, John appeared at the top of the stairs and quickly walked down. "Please can you take Ruby up stairs and put her down for a nap? I think she's tired. Sherlock and I are just…talking" John took Ruby from Evie and headed upstairs, when the flat door shut Evie continued. "Away"

"Why?" Asked Sherlock, they were closer now but the atmosphere was unstable and slightly dangerous.

"You know why. You've always known why. You knew the first moment we met. Having a baby was never going to work, we knew that as soon as we found out"

"Things can change-"

"Not those things."

"What's changed? Something must have happened? Something caused you to bring her back here, what happened?" Said Sherlock, he was starting to deduce again and this brought the inevitable…he was starting to 'delete' his feelings for her.

"I knew being photographed would bring hell, people know. Important people, people who would willingly shot me and that's my own risk but not Ruby's. I was getting out a cab and I heard a gunshot. The second shot hit the street and the third just missed the carrier. They were shooting at the baby."

"And I assume that the gunman was working from someone or some organisation linked to your work and as 'revenge' for a previous shooting of yours?"

"Yes..."

"And your enemies have finally caught up with you" added Sherlock.

"Someone like me, being pictured with someone like you, and then our baby. We're not exactly harmless and they assume the baby would be the exact opposite of harmless." Said Evie.

"And the papers confirmed everything. The baby, the location, our every movements" said Sherlock.

"Exactly, we aren't the type of people who live 'happily ever after' Sherlock. They want something back for what I've done and as long as Ruby's with me, she's the target."

"You don't need to leave! That's not the answer!" said Sherlock, he was getting frustrated and his anger seemed to be rising off him like steam.

"But I do" whispered Evie. "There's no future is there, really? Today was the tipping point, I'd been kidding myself that we could do this, everything about us is the opposite of how parents should be. And then the shooting confirmed it, she's not safe with me."

"And you think she's safe with me?" asked Sherlock, "the flat is broken into, guns are at an immediate reach-" Evie cut him off.

"Safe, No. But Safer? Yes. There's no future-"

"Why do you say that?!" said Sherlock in a raised voice. Then had been inches away from each other but Evie backed away.

"Because it's true. Come one Sherlock! What do you expect? We dodge bullets through her younger years until she can shot herself?! And what if I get pregnant again? I would be an easy target, a sitting duck!"

"You can't just walk out now! Without any warning!" started Sherlock again, he was trying to find something to change her mind.

"No warning?! These last month's I've been severing any links or ties I have to her. What about the surname? Just Holmes so she can't be connected to me? The hospital forms? The scans? I even got my own medical details to delete anything connected to the birth so it couldn't be linked! I even got you to register her so that couldn't be traced, I knew this was coming so I've done as much as I can to distance her from me" Sherlock was pacing the hall and throwing his arms around in exasperation, he was angry, hurting and tormented by her, and she was breaking him.

"You can't just walk out! What do you expect me to do!? Suddenly become the perfect father?! Do the school run?! Go on play dates?! You can't just leave because you can't handle it!" A sharp cracking sound echoed through the hall. Sherlock's right cheek was red raw and his expression was one of complete shock.

"Your such a dick, you know that?!" shouted Evie, "you think I'm leaving because I can't handle it?!" Eve's voice cracked but she regained her control and said, "I can't explain what leaving is doing to me, it's burning me, burning into my soul and scaring me. But if I stay I can guarantee she'd be dead in a month, and that would be constant, unexplainable…agony" by the end Evie's voice was a mere whisper. She walked over and sat down on the steps, placing her head in her hands but Sherlock was still pacing frantically. After several minutes of silence Sherlock sat down on the steps next to her. The atmosphere had cooled off, it was friendlier but definitely unsafe.

"I'm sorry, about…"said Evie gesturing to his cheek.

"oh no I um…I deserved that one" said Sherlock, making Evie chuckle.

"You can't leave" whispered Sherlock, his voice was different to before, it was calmer, more human. He leant towards her and gently kissed her. It only lasted moments, Evie pulled away, she knew if she didn't he would persuade her to stay and the results would be unforgivable.

She whispered back, "But I must, you know I must" she shifted around to get up but before doing so, gave him kiss, the final and deciding kiss. The confirmation of her departure.

Evie stood and Sherlock followed her. As they faced each other behind the door of 221B, tears were silently streaming down Evie's porcelain cheeks. As she spoke her voice stayed intact, "Just promise me, 3 things Sherlock…" Sherlock's facial muscles weakened and his emotions leaked onto his face, he nodded and she began "One, Don't ever let her think that I regret having her, it happened and I would never take it back or have it any other way. Two, that she drove us apart or caused us to split, It's our jobs which will always effect our lives, they change everything" Tears were still building up and then streaming down her face and Sherlock seemed distressed by this.

She took a pause and a deep breath before saying, "And three, please, never let her think, for even a second, that I left because I didn't love her. I will always love her…" Evie's voice broke to a whisper. "I cannot even begin to describe… the excruciating agony… that leaving my baby is causing me…and it will. Never. go. away."

"Of course" answered Sherlock, glints of tears were building up in his eye, he was fiercely fighting them back but it was only a matter of time.

Evie folded her coat tightly around her neck, it was cold outside and as the tears hit the night air they would sting, imprinting onto her cheeks. Sherlock unwrapped his scarf from his neck and carefully placed it over Evie's shoulders. He didn't let go, ghostly tears began to fall onto the collar of his coat and he half laughed in surprise.

"Haah, I'm crying…I can't remember the last time I cried" he turned his head so he wasn't facing her "…such an odd human response to emotion…inevitable" he turned back to her and she said,

"And the last thing…I did not leave because of you. You're my own drug, my addiction and a part of me will always love you"

"I don't know…how will I…" Sherlock began to talk but he was battling to keep his voice steady. "I…I" Sherlock couldn't find the words; she knew the idea of a romantic attachment to someone had always perplexed him. "I love you" Were the three words that quietly seeped out the detective's mouth.

They were said with such raw pain and emotion that nothing else needed saying. Evie opened the door and stepped out onto Baker Street, she hailed a cab and Sherlock followed her. As she waited for the taxi to pull over she placed her hand on his slapped cheek, her hand was ice cold and soothed his skin. He closed his eyes and let his head rest slightly in her hand, but the moment was shorter than brief and she opened the door of the cab but before getting in turned and said, "I know, I will always know, I will always love you and I will always love her" Tears were streaming down both of their cheeks as she climbed into the back of the car, the door shut, the engine blared and she was gone. Lost into the diverse, confusing and unique streets that make up London.

I am considering doing a short sequel and/or prequel to this story as I am definitely going to miss writing it and hopefully someone will also miss it and give me the kick I will need to do it!

Like I've said, If you could give me some feedback I would be hugely grateful, It's fantastic to hear and keeps my spirits up :) And thank you to everyone who has previously reviewed as I couldn't say whether I would have carried on without you :)

Also If you liked this then my other story 'Meet the Millers' is a mini Prequel of 'Sherlock and Evie' It might take your fancy?

But overall thank you everyone who's Favorited, followed and reviewed, It's been brilliant.