The characters on the telly had captured his mind; he seemed to be able to shut off his mind unlike his father. He was smart like Sherlock, but he also was like John. His mind could be simple and practical.
His stomach began to ache from all the ice cream and he sat it to the side. Blinking back to reality he realized his dad wasn't back yet. The door creaked open, and he turned smiling.
"Dad did you get the- who are you?" Hamish said as a man entered the flat, his eye brows were knit together madly. Hamish knew right away something was wrong.
"Dad!" Hamish called out. "Mrs. Hudson!" He screamed getting more frantic. He then remembered that Mrs. Hudson was visiting a friend on the other side of London. *gulp* Moriarty took a step more into the flat. Hamish stepped off his chair and backed up.
"Let's send a little message for Sherlock , how does that sound?" Moriarty smiled, pulling his phone out. He snapped a picture of Hamish, who had pushed himself against the wall. The 9 year old looked utterly terrified but with the determination of both his father's he glared at Moriarty.
"You never answered me.." Hamish said, "Who are you?"
"What? You didn't get your father's deductive powers?" He scoffed at the boy.
"I'm assuming you are a pain in both my parent's behinds because you're quickly becoming one in mine!" The boy snapped.
"Ohhh what fun we are going to have 'Mish, you're father refused to play my games…I guess you and I will just have to be playmates now."
" . ."
Moriarty stared at the boy, enjoying the rise he had gotten out of him.
"Jim Moriarty.. Hiiii."He said going up and octave.
"Mo-moriarty?!"
Hamish's knees became weak and he felt his pulse beat in his ears. He tried keeping a straight face , he wouldn't be afraid. But he was…