Chapter 8
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5 year olds John and Sherlock stood with towels wrapped around them after they had gotten out of a bath that was clear as they were soaking wet. Rose stood with her hands on her hips.
"Now I want to know who is responsible for the near flood in the bathroom." She said.
"Daddy." They said at the same time. Hamish walked in and stood between his sons as they leant against him and he ran a hand through their soaking wet hair. They both had cheeky grins on their faces.
"I blame them, all I was trying to do was get them bathed and then they decided to attempt to soak me. I tried to stop them but they managed to empty the contents of half the bath onto the floor by the time I got them to stop." Hamish defended himself with a smile.
"Is this true?" Rose asked.
"Yes, but daddy splashed us!" John said and Sherlock nodded.
"I thought this would be horrifying, why aren't they playing the separation?" Sally asked.
Rose and Hamish sighed and Rose said "You have to wait."
Everyone fell silent again.
"Your dad and I are going out to a party. Now we don't go out that often, but when Ivy looks after you I want you to be on your best behaviour, no more of this silliness." Rose said.
The two boys nodded and Hamish picked them both up, sitting them on each side of him.
The recording changed to what must have been about half an hour later. Hamish was changed into a suit and was running around after John and Sherlock who only had their trousers on.
"You come here right now! You'll catch a cold!" he said.
The 2 boys bounced on their beds which lay side by side.
"Have you eaten chocolate this evening or something?" he asked as he caught John and struggled his son into a green pyjama shirt with a train on it to match the green pyjama bottoms.
John quickly resumed bouncing and Hamish put a blue pyjama shirt on Sherlock but this one had a car on is to match his trousers.
Rose walked in with a beautiful blue dress on. The twins stopped bouncing and Sherlock sat next to John on his bed. Hamish kissed his wife's cheek and said "You look beautiful, darling." To which she smiled and then smiled at the twins.
"You be good, yes. Ivy will be here in a minute and she'll read you a story and you can go to bed." Rose said.
"But we don't want you to go!" Sherlock moaned.
"Yeah, and Harry and Mycroft aren't here! We want them here too!" John added.
"Harry and Mycroft are older than you so they have gone to stay at a friends' house this evening." Rose explained.
John and Sherlock sighed and the doorbell rang and Hamish left.
Rose gave them both a kiss on the forehead and put them under the cover of John's bed.
"Two stories and then straight to sleep, okay?" she asked.
They nodded.
Rose left them alone and went out of sight.
John and Sherlock both immediately got up and out of bed.
"You two never listen to the rules." Lestrade said with a smile. Sherlock and John smiled sheepishly.
The Television showed the two boys run to a book shelf and select their books with a few complaints about the other's choice of book and a few shoves but in the end they settled on 2 books as the door opened again and Hamish walked in followed by Rose and a 25 year old girl who had brown hair and chocolate eyes.
"Heya, guys!" she said with a smile.
"IVY!" They shouted in unison and ran to her, giving her a hug.
"Hello, are you two going to spend the duration of my stay saying everything together again?" Ivy asked with a smile as they showed her the books and she smiled at their choice.
"We could do that?" John asked.
"Oh, you could do that very well. It annoyed Harry and Mycroft a lot; I think that's why you did it." Rose said with a smile.
John and Sherlock looked at each other with devious smiles.
"NO! Please, save us the annoyance!" Harry said and Mycroft nodded.
"Well, this will be fun!" John and Sherlock said at the same time to the shock of everyone in the room.
"How on Earth...?" Donavon asked.
The television carried on and the twins were laughing.
"Now, you two, calm down, its bed time." Rose said.
Both boys groaned.
Hamish looked at his watch. "Honey, we're going to be late." He said. Rose nodded and knelt in front of her sons.
"Daddy and I will be back very late and we expect to hear all good things from Ivy. No playing up." She said. Sherlock and John nodded. Rose kissed them both and said "I love you, night night." She went to stand in the doorway with Ivy.
Hamish lifted the boys up and gave them both a kiss on the cheek. He pulled up the covers on one of the beds and lay them down. "Love you."
As the three adults went to talk in the hallway John and Sherlock shouted "Love you mummy and daddy!"
The television skipped to a later time. The lights were dim in the boys' bedroom and they lay in separate beds, sleeping. They both turned on their sides at the same time. Rose burst into tears.
"You were so vulnerable." She said as Hamish hugged her and John and Sherlock looked worried.
"They attacked us in our sleep?" John asked.
"We don't know. You couldn't tell us much." Mycroft said.
Suddenly there was a crash from outside the room and both boys startled awake and sat up. You could hear incoherent shouting.
Sherlock and John scrambled up.
"What's happening?" John whispered and he and Sherlock put their ears to their bedroom door.
"Someone's in the house. They are looking for... for us." Sherlock whispered back.
"What about Ivy?" John asked.
"I can't hear her. But I can hear lots of men's voices." Sherlock said. They looked at each other and John took a step back.
"We have to help her!" John whispered in outrage.
"What exactly do you think you can do? You're five! We need to go!" Sherlock said and he ran to their coat hooks and grabbed their coats.
"What are you doing?" John asked.
"It'll take them about 3 minutes to find our room. We can jump off the balcony. We need to go to get help." Sherlock explained as he gave John a blue coat and they both put their matching coats on.
"What about Ivy?" John asked.
"She will be okay." Sherlock said.
Sherlock took John's hand. "John, we need to go. We can't be brave now, we have to be clever." Sherlock said. John looked into Sherlock's eyes and as they heard thumping footsteps coming up the stairs John nodded and hand in hand the brothers ran to the window and opened it. John crawled through first and jumped onto a balcony. Sherlock joined him and they looked over the ledge.
"I don't think this was a good idea." Sherlock said. John climbed onto the railing and swung over. He hung off the railing and everyone watching held their breath.
Sherlock nervously swung over too and John said "Bend your knees. It's not that far." And they both dropped and fell onto a garden. John and Sherlock scrambled up and the back doors slammed open.
"They're over there! In the garden!" A man shouted. Footsteps thundered closer and John grabbed Sherlock's hand and the boys ran away from the house.
They ran and ran and the chase was on. 10 men wearing black outfits ran after them, they had guns on so they were in some sort of uniformed service. They were gaining on the two boys.
"We'll never win!" Sherlock shouted.
"We can try!" John said back.
But within half a minute 2 men in the lead grabbed the small boys around their waists and slung them over their shoulders. The 2 struggled and kicked and scratched but made little difference.
"Stop struggling!" One of the men said.
But the two boys didn't stop. The men ran back towards the house and put the boys in a plain black van where another man tied them up back to back and tied their hands together.
"You say one word when you have no place to talk and you'll regret it. Got it?" he asked as they shut the van door and it began moving.
"So, who is who?" he asked.
They were quiet and just leant away from the man.
"Speak!" the man said.
"Erm... I'm... Hamish and this is James." John said. It wasn't a lie; they were their names, just their middle names.
"Ah, clever!" Hamish said. They all seemed to not realise that they were talking to a television recording of something that happened years ago.
"Well, that is a lie. One of you is John and the other is Sherlock. You, curly hair, who are you?" the man asked.
"Sherlock." Sherlock said quietly.
"The clever one... so you, Blondie, must be the brave." The man said.
Sherlock and John turned their heads slightly so they could look at each other. They looked scared.
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