I am a terrible human being D: . See I haven't been very active on this account recently, or on this story :S, I've actually been very busy writing other stories and doing arts for my courses, but I haven't been working on this one recently because I can't exactly pass it in to my English teacher for one: all the grammar mistakes I made as a child,(I say child cause it was a long time ago.) and two: He wants me to do serious things, about death and ravens and drowning with basking sharks and stuff :S. IB life is a hard life LOL, anyways, I'm sooo sorry for the centuries late chapter, but I'm picking up where I left off and hopefully getting you all to enjoy my fanfiction comments and criticism's are always welcomed.

~Rene

"That may have been the most unsuccessful interrogation I have ever been a part of." John said as their taxi crawled through traffic, it was almost unbearable how slow they were going and the lack of conversation, John almost wanted to punch Sherlock for taking them out of there prematurely but at the same time wanted to hug him for getting him out of the trash bin of an apartment.

"Really I thought it was very successful myself." Sherlock said tapping away at his phone, surly sending rude texts to Andersons new phone who was probably off his lid trying to figure out was tormenting him through the device, John just looked over at his companion watching him for a moment before sighing and looking out the window.

"I can't help thinking of those kids though, I mean, what a rotten place to live in, not to mention that Elizabeth girl and what's his name Gorge?" John said pondering the very likely illegal relationship between the two, he must've been ages older than she was, that was considered statutory rape in his world, but it seemed he was the only one worried about that.

"It was Greg, and no Elizabeth is not to be mentioned." John slightly noticed that Sherlock had stopped typing on his phone, he slightly noticed that the atmosphere in the cab had also become quite defensive and annoyed, but being himself he couldn't help but press for more information from the consulting detective.

"Why not? It's not like you're the kids father." He chuckled to himself, thinking of what an inconceivable notion, for Sherlock to have children, that was almost like Scar being king over Simba, that's just not how the Disney movie ends.

"I think I might, actually." John looked over wide eyed, shocked at what he just heard, there was no way he had heard that correctly, there was no possible way.

"What?" Sherlock said it as if there was nothing to question, but there were so many questions running through Johns head right now, he couldn't even concentrate on one, so he said the first word that came to mind.

"How?"

"Well the conventional way John, have you never had the talk? You'd think with all the women you bring home you might know the theory behind copulation." Sherlock stared back down at his phone as he received a text, he typed out a short reply and looked back up at John, who wasn't as insulted as he was confused.

"I know how, but I mean How?"

"I don't understand the question."

"I mean who did you do it with to create children, I thought you were asexual for a while there, and now I know… I kind of don't feel safe around you anymore." He wrapped his arms around himself and shuddered at the cold chill that ran up his spine, thinking that his flat mate who he had assumed was not attracted to either sex, was indeed a sexual predator, one who knocked people up apparently.

"It's really none of your business who I created children with." He said as the taxi pulled up in front of their flat "All you need to know is that neither of them are guilty."

He stepped out of the vehicle and stormed up to the building, John paid the taxi driver the fair they owed and then stepped out of the car, he wasn't sure if he wanted to go in just yet, but decided he would, because he didn't want Sherlock to be lonely in what he was sure was going to be a difficult time for the consulting detective.