«Sherlock, you bloody idiot, where the fuck is Hamish?».
«Calm down, John. You're overreacting. What happened?».
«What happened? I'm at work and his teacher just phoned me. He didn't went to school».
«Well? How is that my fault? He probably didn't go there because he's sick or something, I don't know, ask him».
«Sherlock, do you even know who our son is? He is six and his school is miles away from Baker Street. He is too young to go to school by himself. I TAKE HIM TO SCHOOL BY CAB EVERY SINGLE MORNING. I left him in front of the school. He bloody was at school, and now he isn't!».
«Brilliant deductions, John, you're on sparkling form. What else?».
«Sh-».
«Did you check Baker Street anyways?».
«You jerk. Of course I did. Phoned Mrs Hudson. He is nowhere to be seen.
Where. Did. You. Take. Him».
«WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BLAME ME?».
«BECAUSE A GIRLS SAW HAMISH HIDING AND WAITING FOR YOU TO TAKE HIM IN A BLOODY CAB!».
«Well, this is a turn up».
«Sherlock...».
«Okay, John, calm down».
«Where. Are. You».
«...The morgue».
«THE MORGUE?».
«John...».
«YOU TOOK A SIX YEAR OLD TO THE FREAKING MORGUE?».
«It's not like he's never seen a dead man. I mean, we've had severed heads in the fridge, and toes, ears, eyes and-».
«You know whose head is going to stay in our fridge tomorrow?».
«No, whose?».
«Yours».
Author's Note
It's the first time I upload something here and, actually, it's my first fanfiction in English. As my mother-tongue is Italian, I could have done some grammar mistakes; if so, I'm really so sorry, I promise I will try to get better! :)
There will be six chapters, five plus one, but I might write even some extras, if somebody actually reads this. Every chapter is gonna be just a conversation; sometimes phone calls, sometimes text messages, sometimes just dialogues. I would try to write something more articulated, but as you can see I'm afraid I will just make more misakes xD
Well, that's it, for now. Hope you liked it. R&R, please!
WJ