Damn this kid! Isn't he only like five? He shouldn't even be able to walk yet right? Jim thought to himself.
Moriarty had little to no experience with children, other than holding them hostage of course. Normally he didn't like to do the dirty work himself. He sent some giant muscle man to do it. Less mess for him that way, but not when it came to Sherlock. No when Sherlock was involved he was all in. He just wished he wasn't dealing with the brat prince spawn of Sherlock Holmes and John Watson! This kid had managed to kick him in the nose, making it bleed all over his new suit…
An eye for an eye…
He had broken John's nose on the stairs he thought, that's rather ironic. The black eye Hamish now sported was his own damn fault. To keep another outburst from happening he drugged the kid. That was about 3 hours ago. Oh how Sherlock and John must be fretting.
" Let me out!" he heard Hamish scream.
Oh great.
The brat was awake now, might as well get the fun started!
He started walking down the hall towards the room he was keeping the kid in.
"Hamish. Watson. Holmes! How nice of you to make your consciousness vocal!"
"Take me home!"
"Now Hamish, It's not polite to shout." He sang in a childish tone.
"TAKE ME HOME!"
"SHUT UP!" Moriarty snapped. He walked towards Hamish with his arms out and hands ready to thrash the boy.
Hamish ducked under his arms right when Moriarty swung his hands together. He skidded on the floor making for the hopefully unlocked door, his fingers locked around the handle….