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"Sherlock! Sherlock,do you even know where we're going?" John asked.

"Jonathan may be good at snatching, but he's horrible at hiding. He just about set a sign saying 'I'm here'. He couldn't have gotten far . Most. Likely at aHotel near by. Well that narrows it down to Sparrow Hotel or the Hindons. Hindons is way to pricey so Sparrow it is."

So the doctor and detective marched to the hotel. And with each step ,Sherlock got angrier. How dare someone take Hamish. Sherlock could not contain his rage by the time they got to the receptionist. He barked out a question and she quickly gave them a room number. When they got to the room, Sherlock kicked the door down with his foot, leaving John scared out of his wits.

When they went into the room there was a tall and strong man there. He had salt and pepper hair with eyes as black as coal. Sherlock was trembling with anger. He looked even scarier than the man.

"Jonathan Harrison I presume." Sherlock watched Jonathan take Hamish into his embrace.

"Sherlock, have you met my son Hamish? Oh wait you stole him from me!" Jonathan yelled

". He is my son! Now give him to me before I do something I will get into jail for" Sherlock yelled back.

" Like what?"

In return Sherlock brought out John's gun. Jonathan took a step back, fear seeping into his eyes. John felt for his gun but instead found a banana. Before John could ask Sherlock supplied" banana's good source of potassium." Sherlock turned back to the kidnapper wanting so bad to shoot.

"Daddy old daddy hit 's bad. Does he go in the corner? He also woke me from nap time. I have to sleep, that's a rule, right?"Hamish was stopped by his old father squeezing his arm making him screech.

"John get the police on the phone before I put all ten rounds in this mans head" Sherlock spat.

Soon the police where here taking Jonathan into custody. He laughed the whole way to the car. John had to stop Sherlock from lunging at the man. He still remembered john having to pry the gun out of his hands. He had hurt his son. He should be dead.

so why wasn't he? He had half a mind to kill him as the car drove away. Just shoot the tires, run up and shoot him in the face. But he couldn't not in front of his son.

The cab ride home was silent. Sherlock found himself playing with Hamish's hair absent minded. He thought about everything that had happened In the last 24 hours. He had had a freak out, seen his true love, had his son kidnapped, and had almost shot someone. A pretty good day so far.

When they got home it was about time for supper so John cooked up some chicken and rice, Hamish's favorite. Sherlock excused himself from the table and went on the couch to think. Not three minutes later, though, John had started to shake his shoulder.

"Hame won't eat" John told him.

"Why? " Sherlock asked.

" Find out for yourself."

Sherlock found himself walking over to Hamish and squatting down to look into his eyes. He saw the happiness in his son's eyes, probably thinking he was going to play.

" Why won't you eat son?"

" You don't have to so neither do I." His son answered.

" Me not eating is different. I'm an adult. You need your food."

" But you said we need food to live. So you need food too!" Hame smiled.

" Hamish eat your food, now."

" Not until you do."

" Hamish!"

" Daddy,"

" Bloody hell, Sherlock, eat your food!" John cut in.

All three had. A staring contest. Hamish happily played along giving angry looks while giggling every once in a while. Finally Sherlock saw he was out numbered. He took a bite of food and started to walk away but was rewarded with his son telling him that he only would eat one bit.

So sadly Sherlock had to eat a whole serving of food. Sherlock decided to take Hame up to his room. John was off the cot in Sherlock's room because of the paint drying in his own. So it was only him and his son.

That night Sherlock had horrible nightmares about his son. All were of him dying. Sherlock awoke sweating and in the seconds that followed he promised Hamish's sleeping body something.

Sherlock would, from then on, never leave His sons side. He would never have his son taken away from him. And he would never let that bastard touch his son again.

so sherlock's a little hard on himself .next chapter I'm thing of making him older. If yes how old? If no why? Share your thoughts. Oh if spelling errors blame spell check by apple. I swear spell check will be the end of me!