Chapter 9
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Sherlock and John's faces faded off the screen and were replaced by a recording of Hamish and Rose. They walked with their arms interlaced and were smiling and laughing. They walked up their driveway and Hamish looked up at their home as they approached it he stopped walking abruptly. Rose looked at the house and then up at her husband with a confused look.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
Hamish just stared at the house much like Sherlock does when he was in deep thought.
"Hamish... darling?" Rose called out.
Hamish suddenly shouted "NO!" and went running inside at tremendous speed. The speed of a man who was running for everything he was worth.
Rose ran after him and he went hurtling through the house, running up the stairs two at a time. He slammed the door to John and Sherlock's room open and ran to the gap between their beds, a look of horror on his face at the empty and messy beds.
Rose ran in and stopped immediately, fear written on her features.
Suddenly Hamish snapped his head up and shouted, walking out "Boys, this isn't funny now! Stop hiding!" he shouted and looked over the banister.
Rose fell to her knees between the beds and grabbed the two covers in her fists and brought them to her face as she cried "No, no, they can't- not my babies." She said, shaking.
Hamish walked slowly back into the room. "W-we need to get the guys... they'll help." Hamish said. He knelt behind Rose and put an arm around her. "We'll find them. I promise." He said and kissed her cheek.
He ran back down the stairs and began calling someone, as soon as the person answered "I need a team of at least twenty, I want Jones, Parker and Hays, the best we have at my house NOW!" he hung up.
Then he strode into the kitchen and opened the large side door and found Ivy tied to a chair with tape over her mouth, a cut on her forehead and a look of terror.
He quickly removed the tape and ropes.
"I don't know what happened! I put them to bed and they were being really good. They came in here and they had guns. One of them hit me and then they tied me up. I tried to stop them! They just kept saying 'find the twins'! I didn't know what to do. Then they had them and I couldn't do anything!" Ivy rushed out and Hamish shushed her.
"Start from the beginning. We need to know everything. Take a deep breath and tell me everything." Hamish said and gently sat her in a chair.
"I was in the living room, reading, and then the front door was slammed open. There were about ten men, they wore black and had guns. I tried to run for the stairs to get John and Sherlock out. One of them grabbed my wrist. I chucked a vase at him but it just smashed on a wall. He carried me away and tied me up as you found me, I struggled and that is how I got the cut. They closed the door and after about 2 minutes I heard them all shouting again, like they'd found John and Sherlock. I heard John and Sherlock's voices too. They were shouting, but I couldn't do anything. Then it was all silent." Ivy said as tears overflowed.
Hamish nodded and patted her shoulder.
"Thank you. Wait here, go to the spare room, and try to sleep or help yourself to food. I'll have one of the team come and look after you. I can't do much for now." Hamish said and walked out and back to Sherlock and John's room.
Rose was sat between them, traces of tears down her cheeks but now she just looked like a shell as she sat between the beds and held two pillows close to her.
Hamish knelt before her and wiped her cheeks.
"I can still smell them. It's like they're right here, but they're not. My baby boys are gone." Rose whispered. Hamish took her hand and sat down next to her.
"Listen, we need to pull together. We will find them. And I can't do this without you. Please... help me." Hamish said.
Rose slowly looked up and into Hamish' sincere eyes.
"You try and stop me." She said with a hint of a smile. She wiped her cheeks and Hamish slowly pried her fingers off the boys' pillows "Let go." He whispered, and she did.
They stood up and then Rose smiled and ran to her bedroom.
The screen changed to Rose, changed into jeans, a loose shirt and a jumper. She was on the phone.
"So Mycroft and Harry are still with you? ... Thanks, yes, no, don't worry. Everything's fine... just a family crisis. I'll be around in a few minutes." Rose said and hung up. She took a deep breath and walked into John and Sherlock's room where Hamish was lying on the floor, looking at the carpet and rubbing his hands on it.
"I'm going to get Harry and Mycroft." She said.
Hamish didn't lose concentration but said "The team will be here in a few seconds. I want you to take Gary with you. And a gun." He said without emotion. Rose nodded and went downstairs.
The screen changed to Mycroft and Harry seated in the back of a car while a ginger man with hazel eyes drove and Rose sat in the front passenger seat, looking out the window in deep thought and biting her nails in worry.
"Mum?" Mycroft called out but got no answer.
"Mummy!" Harry said louder. Rose jumped and looked into the back.
"Sorry?" she asked.
"What's happened? Is it dad? Is he on a mission again?" Mycroft asked.
"No, your dad is fine." Rose said.
"Did John and Sherlock misbehave? Because mum, that isn't fair! Just because they were bad doesn't mean that we can't go to our friends!" Harry said defiantly.
Rose started tearing up.
"Mrs Holmes, are you alright?" Gary asked.
Rose sniffed and nodded.
"Look, sweethearts. You see, when me and your dad came back from the party we went to, well... you are old enough to understand. Sherlock and John have been kidnapped." Rose said as her voice broke as she said her lost sons' names.
Harry and Mycroft stared in shock.
"B-but we can get them back? You and dad will find them?" Harry asked as she started crying.
Rose unstrapped her seatbelt and climbed into the back, sitting in between her eldest children. She pulled them to her and placed a kiss on both their heads.
"We will try our very best. I'm sure dad won't sleep till he's found them, hey, you know him. And do you really think anyone can take any of my babies and get away with it?" Rose said.
"So you'll find them?" Harry asked.
"Yes." Rose said confidently.
Mycroft turned to look up at his mother "Alive?" he asked as tears began to roll down the twelve year olds cheeks.
Rose choked and began sobbing.
"Mum, I'm sorry; I didn't mean to make you sad!" Mycroft said.
"We're here." Gary said.
Their door was wrenched open and Hamish's eager face appeared.
"We have some very brave and clever twins of ours to look for." He said.
"You have a lead?" Rose asked and the three climbed out and followed Hamish as he ran into the busy house which was now swarmed with a team of spies. He ran through them and ran to the boys' room.
He motioned for the three to sit on one of the beds.
"Okay, I've worked out what they did. They awoke I presume as soon as they heard the commotion downstairs. They listened at the door and then had some sort of conflict as Sherlock tried to pull John away, hence the heavier 5 year olds footprints just here" Hamish gestured to the carpet. "They knew they had time and they grabbed their coats. They jumped out the window and onto the balcony. From the balcony they jumped onto the garden and began running. But the grass is growing quite long now and you haven't played there for a while so there are footprints. They were chased by ten men and got caught about half way through the garden. There was a struggle as two men lost their footing slightly as the two tried to get out of their arms. But they were taken to a van large enough for ten men. There is evidence of 2 vans, they were put in one together and driven away. That's as far as I've got. But we have a few leads. I've found evidence of footage of all of us on the internet when I hacked into some government files. The person with the footage is Frederick Weaver, remember?" Hamish looked at Rose.
"Yes! He used to work with us on some of the missions!" Rose said.
"Yes, he was a very clever man, but I never liked him. He ranked higher than both of us but we were quickly excelling in everything we did and soon enough he wasn't as important as he used to be. He hated us for it. Then he started going insane, you remember? He was discharged. But that was during a time when everything was manic. His account was never shut down. He still had access to satellite pictures and could buy a lot of spy equipment under our noses with our money. He's been spying on us for the past 18 months. But look at the pictures." Hamish said and passed pictures to Rose.
The screen focused on the pictures and as Rose flipped through them.
The first picture was a picture taken in a park of Sherlock and John with summer shorts and shirts on, both smiling in glee and being pushed on a swing by Hamish.
The next picture was of Sherlock and John at the beach making sandcastles together.
The next picture was of John standing on the beach holding Harry's hand and paddling in the sea.
The next was of Sherlock and Mycroft sitting on a beach towel with books on their laps.
The next was of Sherlock and John sat on a beach towel wrapped together in one towel, they were soaked but had grins on their faces.
The next few pictures were all of John and Sherlock playing in a garden, just running around together.
The last was of John and Sherlock, hand in hand, walking through busy streets, just in front of Hamish.
Rose looked up in shock.
"You have to be kidding me. How could we not notice that?" she asked.
"I don't know. Even Sherlock didn't notice and if anything is wrong he just points to things and says why. And John, he always knows what people are like. If he thinks someone is acting suspiciously, he would know. None of us noticed. Our whole family, one of the few genius families, and none of us noticed people following us and taking pictures for the past 18 months. But anyway, they are all of John or Sherlock, mostly both of them. Frederick hasn't been watching us, he's been watching them." Hamish said.
"Why, to get revenge on us? He was still around us when we had Harry and Mycroft; he knows how much we love them. Remember, he once said to us that we were the closest family he had seen." Rose said.
"He could be getting revenge. But wouldn't he have just killed them or taken them away ages ago. He has let them age for 18 months. He's had the supplies, the team, to take them, hence the stalkers. He's been waiting for something. I would have thought he would rather take them when they were three or four. Them being five gives them more of an advantage. He's been watching them grow. But why? What does he want with them? I don't think he wants to kill them. He wants them for something." Hamish said and sat on the other sofa and pressed his hands together in thought.
"What do you mean, Hamish?" Rose asked.
Hamish grabbed a piece of paper and a pen.
"Here are the facts." Hamish began reading what he was writing out.
"He took them today, 18 months after he started watching them. He has at his command the size of a small army. He has technology. He's insane. He isn't interested in us. He wanted Sherlock and John. He hasn't tried to get Mycroft or Harry, or me and you. He waited till it was just Sherlock and John and they were at their most vulnerable." Hamish said.
A Spanish looking man ran in
"Sir, ma'am, we think we have a lead. 18 months ago a man bought a massive storing facility. It hasn't been used for years. It was a factory at one point, during the Second World War. It is about 1 hour away from here and in the middle of nowhere. It hasn't been used for so long that there are no roads into it. Roads are cut off about ten miles from there and it is just fields now; completely empty fields and forests for a ten mile radius. The man's name was Frederick Hallow. Hallow was Frederick Weaver's mother's maiden name. It's the only lead that makes sense. We've checked satellites and two black vans have been parked in a car park ten miles from the storage facility. It all adds up. But..." the man trailed off.
"But what? I see no issue. We'll leave now." Hamish said, standing.
"We can't, sir. As you've told us, he has many men at his command. We will need to get our own team. We need more people, we can't go in there. We'll be outnumbered 10 to 1. We need strategy and more information on exactly what they want with your sons." He said.
"I can't wait! Sherlock and John can't wait! They've been missing for an hour now! They need to be here, at home, with their family. They need to be safe." Hamish shouted.
"Sir, we have orders to let you in on this mission as long as you don't get emotional. If any of us think that you would be a liability we are to tell our commanders and have you isolated." The man said.
Hamish sat back on the bed.
"I can't just sit here and do nothing, I can't!" Hamish said.
"They're right, Hamish. We need them to be safe. And going in there might make it worse. We need a fool proof plan. We need to be in and out, quickly. I won't have them away from me a second longer than they need to be. As long as they're safe, we can wait." Rose said.
Hamish slowly nodded.
"Keep on working." Hamish ordered the man who rushed out again.
"We'll find them." Rose said. Hamish nodded "We will." He agreed.
Moriarty's face reappeared "Well isn't this a mess!" Moriarty cackled.
Author's note: Hiya! I hope you enjoyed the chapter! Please review! Thanks!