"Sherlock?" John said, finally waking up.
Sherlock who had been sprawled on the floor next to John's bed, popped up right next to John, slightly terrifying him.
"Sherlock, what in the bloody hell? Why were you on the floor?"
"I was thinking and the chair is occupied."
Glancing behind him Lestrade was asleep in the chair. Mrs. Hudson said she would go home and tidy the flat a little so it would be nice when they went home the next day.
John's eyes flitted to Hamish.
"How is he?" He asked
"He is just" Sherlock let out a nice airy sigh, "marvelous, recovering great, only a few stitches and a couple of scrapes and bruises."
"Moriarty?" John asked looking back into Sherlock's eyes.
"Jail…" He didn't want to talk about that.
So, knowing exactly how to shut John up, he planted a loving kiss directly on his lips, after a few moments, they heard Lestrade awake. They broke apart and smiled at each other. Lestrade blinked and then stood up, he had completely missed the kiss and they laughed, cherishing the moment.
"How are you feeling, Watson?" Lestrade asked the patient.
"Better that I probably should! Wait how am I?" He looked at Sherlock . "What did the Doctor say about me?"
Sherlock laughed, "Doctor John Watson! For being shot in the head, you are doing bloody fantastic! You and Hamish are both coming home tomorrow with me, and I am not letting you out of my site!"
The three men laughed, and the laughter woke up Hamish.
"Mmmmm…Dad?" Hamish said blinking his eyes and focusing on them.
Sherlock literally jumped over John's bed and landed next to Hamish, Lestrade thinking quick, moved the chair and pushed John's bed closer Hamish's.
John held Hamish's hand, still too sore to sit up and pull his son to him as he really wanted to.
Sherlock pulled Hamish into his chest and hugged him tight, and John squeezed his hand. They were really safe.
Lestrade slowly left the room to let the family have their moment.
"MMMMMM! Dad! You're squishing me!" Hamish said trying to move his body so he could get air. Sherlock released him enough to allow his son to get oxygen.
"Where did Moriarty go?" Mish whispered into his father's shoulder. John and Sherlock exchanged a look and then Sherlock began explaining. Hamish deserved to know the truth.
"He is in jail Hamish, you're safe now. I promise that." John said, giving Hamish's hand a reassuring squeeze.
"Uncle Mycroft will make sure he doesn't get out anytime soon." Sherlock added.
"Good." Hamish laughed and nuzzled close to Sherlock, and knowing he was safe, he feel back to sleep.
Sherlock lay back on the bed holding Hamish, and Hamish holding John's hand, the three fell asleep.