Oh my God, the grief I have had today trying to set up a Pokémon Go account for my son! If you want to know why I was so late getting this chapter up that is why. What is it about technology that can drive us all so mad?

Anyway, I'm so glad so many of you are still interested in this fic. We're almost done now so sit back and enjoy.

Chapter 28 - Reunions

Molly felt giddy as she heard the news and Sherlock had to help her to sit down.

She held onto his arm as he tried to move away. 'But why are you here, why haven't you gone to get him?'

It was Mycroft who spoke first. 'Because Miss Hooper, we need to be smart. The baby won't be unprotected and the last thing we need is to fail and lose track of him again. We have eyes on him and when we've explored all our options and formulated our plans that is when we'll make our move and not before.'

Molly nodded understanding what he was saying. 'OK fine, so what are the options? Where is he and do you at least have a photo?'

John smiled and came over, pulling out his phone. 'Yes, yes we do. Look.'

He passed her the phone which had a photo of a small baby lying in the arms of a nanny as she fed him from a bottle. They appeared to be sitting on a park bench.

It was Sherlock who spoke next. He was sat on the arm of the settee next to his brother and they were both looking at something on John's laptop which was sat on the coffee table in front of them.

'He was registered on the waiting list of a private and very exclusive pre-school in Kensington. From that we got the registered address and parent details.'

He glanced up at Molly who was still holding John's phone drinking in as much detail as she could from the tiny photo.

'His name is William James Moran. Sebastian Moran is one of Moriarty's right hand men and he's registered as the baby's father along with a Rebecca Moran as the mother. They have two nannies that appear to be looking after the child though neither seem to be formally registered with any agency.'

He picked up the laptop and brought it over to Molly placing it on her knee as he knelt by the side of John's old chair where she was sitting.

'Here are some better pictures.' His voice softened and she looked at him before looking at the laptop and an unspoken moment seemed to pass between them. In that moment she realised that this breakthrough meant just as much to Sherlock as it did to her. She gave him a slight nod and a smile before turning her attention to the photos.

They'd obviously been taken at a distance and they showed the baby being placed back into a pram and then the nanny walking back with it to an imposing four storey, white-fronted Georgian house. It was when she got to the picture of the front door being opened by another person that she felt herself take a sharp intake of breath.

Immediately Sherlock leant forward. 'What, what is it? You recognise her?'

'Yes...' Molly had to clear her throat before she could go on. 'Yes, she was the nurse...when I gave birth. The one I bit.'

She didn't have to say any more Sherlock knew exactly who she meant.

Mycroft spoke up. 'So, it looks as though the baby's carers are vampires. Makes sense I suppose. Jim isn't going to want mere mortals protecting the baby.'

'He's not just "the baby" Mycroft he's our son...your nephew. He has a name.'

'He does?'

Molly looked at Sherlock who just nodded.

'We want to stay with the name William...but he's William John NOT William James.'

Sherlock turned and stood, looking at his best friend. 'I still haven't forgiven you for not naming your daughter Sherlock but...well...I hope you don't mind.'

John stood himself and walked up to his friend. 'Mind...of course I don't bloody mind. I'm honoured, I just can't wait to meet him.' With that he pulled Sherlock in for a hug and after standing awkwardly for a moment returned the embrace.

Mycroft sniffed. 'Yes, well if you don't mind I think we should get back to the case in hand. Knowing there are vampires obviously complicates matters but there doesn't seem to be any sign of Moriarty. He seems to have left William in the care of others and that is his first mistake, they're already bored with the task and being lax with security. With enough patience we'll find errors...time to get back to work. Any chance of tea John and maybe a biscuit or two?'

Molly stood and quickly wiped her face. 'No, please let me. I need to be useful, I'll make drinks and snacks, you three just concentrate on getting our son back.'

Eventually after a long exhausting night of discussion it was agreed that their best chance was a snatch and grab next time he was taken out of the house. Molly had been all for storming the place but Mycroft was reluctant. 'Far too many variables, we have no up to date layout of the property, no idea of how many are in there. We need to wait for the nanny to get bored as she did today and then we'll swoop.'

Sherlock sat back and closed his eyes. 'We can't bring him back here.'

Just as Mycroft answered with a 'no, of course not' Molly let out a 'why not?'

The two bothers turned to her with such similar expressions and it was one of the few times that Molly had ever seen the family resemblance.

It was Sherlock who answered. 'He'll come here that's why. In fact I'm counting on it. He'll come alone assuming that he's stronger than me...just as he did when he left court before we both faked our deaths.' He put a hand up towards John. 'Sorry, once again I'm sorry.'

'I don't want you or our son here when he does because I intend to kill him once and for all.'

SHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSH

As ever when something is planned and agreed by the Holmes brothers it went perfectly. Molly had to wait an agonising three more days but finally the same nanny as before brought William out for some air so she could send some private texts on her phone. The team that Mycroft and Sherlock had put together swooped, under the cover of some of Lestrades men and MI6 for legitimacy.

The female vampire was neutralised and locked away in a cell not too far from the one Sherlock had been held in all those months ago. Mycroft was planning on interrogating her for information about Jim but Molly didn't care. All that mattered was that her baby...her beautiful son was finally in her arms. She hadn't realised quite how much she had been hurting until the moment she held him and the aching hollow inside her started to close up.

She and Sherlock holed themselves up with their son for twelve amazing hours, both of them sitting enraptured by this perfect little human being that they had created together. Eventually though it was time for Sherlock to return to Baker St and for their baby to go into temporary hiding. Sherlock assured Molly that it wouldn't be for long.

'He'll be furious. Wherever he is I guarantee he'll be back within 24 hours and when he does he WILL come to see me. It's all a game to him, you see. He'll want to play the game.'

Sherlock wasn't wrong and he didn't have to wait too long.

He was sat in his chair, lost in his mind palace where he was creating a new space for his child. His child...his son, the words seemed so foreign and yet so perfectly right. He had never imagined being a father whilst he had been living and to have been granted this privilege in death..albeit a vampiric death was more than he had ever deserved. He had already vowed to Molly that he would protect her and their son and in order to do that he had to kill Moriarty.

All he had was the element of surprise. Jim was stronger than he was but he still thought they were playing a game together; that he could come round and they'd have a cup of tea and talk and that he could just walk away again after. Well, Sherlock wasn't playing anymore.

It was the click of the lock downstairs which alerted him and for a brief moment he opened his eyes and smiled before he stood in one fluid movement and made his way to the kettle. Everything was in place and as it should be.

As the kettle boiled he heard the soft tread on the stairs and he turned just as Moriarty entered wearing a five thousand pound Versace suit, a Tag Heuer watch ticking at his wrist. He oozed money and control and Sherlock felt a visceral hatred for him deep in his stomach.

Sherlock poured out the water and then carried the pre-loaded tray over to where the two of them normally sat but Jim refused to sit down. Sherlock ignored him and sat in John's chair just waiting for the other man to calm down enough to speak.

When he finally sat he passed him a cup of tea.

'Well Sherlock. I have to say well played. I thought you'd tear the world apart looking for your son never realising he was right under your nose. As for the stupidity of my staff well, what can you do? We're surrounded by idiots and imbeciles. Please tell me she's dead at least.'

Sherlock nodded, he knew Moriarty wouldn't believe the lie but it was all part of the game.

Jim tilted his head from left to right before taking a sip of his tea. He let the liquid roll around his mouth for a moment before spitting it back out. 'Oh Sherly is that the best you can do...drug my tea in the hopes it will weaken me. Why oh why do you always DISAPPOINT ME?' His face contorted with rage for a split second before he calmed down and smiled.

'So, where is the little nipper then? I have to admit I wasn't sure you'd bother looking too hard I mean I can't really see you doing the whole "single parent thing" doesn't seem your style...changing nappies at two in the morning and doing the school run.'

'I mean, be honest Sherlock, we both know you'll be a lousy dad. If Molly were still alive it would be different but she isn't. How are you coping without her?'

He leant forward with his keen eyes on Sherlock and it didn't take much for Sherlock to channel the horror of that moment, where he'd found her dead, in order to put on the display that Jim wanted to see.

He leant forward in his seat briefly and in a low voice he said. 'Be assured. Someday, I will kill you for what you did to Molly.'

Jim pushed off his chair. 'Maybe you will, but today is not that day Sherlock. But good luck trying to raise a child whilst looking over your shoulder every moment of every day because I will get him back. Thing is...the older he gets, the more useless he'll be to me. I don't need some fucked up teen who already hates his dad...by that time I'll just kill him...just because I can and because I promised..I always promised that I would burn the heart out of you. Let's just say, one down, one to go. Anyway, must be off, places to be, people to kill. Toodle-oo.'

He turned and for a brief moment stood stock still with a look of shock on his face as he looked at Molly who was stood silently in the doorway of the flat. Then she launched herself at him with a howl of fury, the like of which Sherlock had never heard before.

We're nearly there guys. Just one more chapter to go, I know a lot of you wanted Molly to be able to exact her revenge so who am I to deny her. What would you like from a final chapter then?