Chapter 20

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The final recording began to play.

Sherlock and John were both playing on a swing set, laughing and smiling as they swung past each other.

"I can't watch this." Rose said and she moved closer to Hamish who put his arm around her.

Sherlock suddenly stopped laughing and looked behind himself as his swing came to a stop.

John carried on swinging. Sherlock stepped off his swing and walked toward an old tree with a curious eye.

Then he turned around as John's swing slowed down.

Sherlock ran over to John and pushed him down to the ground, John landed with a thump on his back and Sherlock landed on top of him.

Then gun shots fired over them. The twins shut their eyes and Sherlock put his hands over his head.

The recording went to the inside.

Rose was in the kitchen with Harry and Mycroft, who sat at the table reading and writing. Suddenly the gun shots rang out and a window smashed.

Rose, who was standing at the edge of the table, screamed in shock and covered Mycroft and Harry with her arms and then pulled them towards her and towards the ground.

She held them both to her and shouted "HAMISH!"

The recording changed to Hamish who sat in a study when the echoing of gun shots rang out and then a woman's scream of "HAMISH!"

Hamish ran through the doors and into the kitchen.

"Hamish, Sherlock and John!" Rose urged.

Hamish crouched and then peered through the door windows and out into the back garden.

"They're there. They're fine." Hamish said and breathed a sigh of relief.

Hamish opened the door and started to crawl along the floor as the bullets passed him.

The recording went over to Sherlock and John. John had his arm wrapped around Sherlock's head and the other around his back. Sherlock had his head buried in his twin's neck. John opened his eyes and his head slowly turned up and he saw his dad crawling across the garden towards them.

"Daddy's here! It's alright!" Hamish shouted.

John nodded. The gun shots became more frequent as the shooters seemed to have realised that they had more of a target because of Hamish's shout. John had a look of panic as a tree next to them was shot. He rolled over so he was on top of Sherlock.

"No, John!" Sherlock shouted.

John ignored the protest. Hamish made it to the twins and he said "Crawl to that big tree there." He said. The twins separated and began crawling closely with Hamish crawling over them, protecting his small sons.

They made it to cover. Hamish picked them up and stood up himself. Each twin was settled on one hip.

"Hold on tight. Make sure your head or chest or any other part of your body isn't a possible target." Hamish said. The twins hid their heads in their dad's shoulder.

Hamish looked behind the tree and then ran, straight for the kitchen door.

"Over there!" a man's voice shouted from the distance and the gun shots became more frequent. But Hamish made it to the door unharmed and as soon as he was in he crouched down and hid behind a kitchen cupboard.

"Oh, thank God." Rose said.

"Quickly, to the living room." Hamish whispered.

The six crawled through to the living room. They finally stood up once they were far away enough from danger. Hamish went over to a window and made a crack in the curtains, looking out. The gun shots from the back garden stopped.

"We could run?" Rose suggested.

"No, we're surrounded. I can see them. No way out. It's either death... or we wait for them to come and get us and we can find out what they really want."

Sherlock came to Hamish's side and looked out himself.

"Daddy, daddy! That man, over there, behind that car, he was there when me and John were kidnapped. He carried me across the fields." Sherlock pointed out.

"But... Frederick's dead." Hamish said.

"No, well yes, but daddy... he said he has others who will take up his work. Daddy, they're here for me and John. Please don't let them take us again." Sherlock said and wrapped his arms around Hamish's leg. Hamish ran a hand through the ebony curls.

"They can't have you." Hamish said.

"They're moving!" Rose said from another window.

"Mycroft, Harry, John, Sherlock, go upstairs, go to our bedroom and hide in there." Hamish ordered.

Mycroft took Sherlock and John's hands and the four ran upstairs.

Sherlock and John hid in the wardrobe while Mycroft and Harry hid under the bed.

Downstairs Hamish and Rose stood at the front door with their guns at the ready.

"Ready, my love?" Hamish asked.

"Always." Rose replied.

Hamish smiled and the door burst open. Hamish and Rose began to shoot, killing many instantly. The war was on, and Rose and Hamish seemed to be winning.

The recording switched to upstairs.

Everything was quiet except the distant shocks. Suddenly there was a quiet scraping sound. Mycroft slowly came out from his hiding place.

"My!" Harry whispered.

"Ssshh." Mycroft said and approached the window, looking down. He pulled away instantly. Men were climbing up the house, using the architecture of the house as foot and hand holds. They were close.

Mycroft ran to the bed and jumped on it. There was an ornament of a sword above the bed. But it was also real. It wasn't heavy, it was simple.

Mycroft held the sword at the ready and said to no-one "You can't have them."

The first man climbed through the window.

"Get out of the way." He ordered, pointing his gun.

"No." Mycroft said defiantly.

And then Mycroft went charging at the man and swung the sword, much to the soldier's surprise. With one blow the man fell to the ground. And then more came, when the fifth man climbed in Mycroft had injured three and was attempting to hurt two more. One of them got their gun out and hit Mycroft in the temple. Mycroft dropped the sword and fell to the ground. Harry, who had been watching this under the bad, cried out and then crawled out and grabbed the sword.

She swung it and hit the man who had injured her older brother. Another man climbed in. Harry looked up in panic as she was cornered by two men.

"Restrain her." One man said. Harry was grabbed and then tied up and chucked on the bed. She couldn't move.

"Tell us where they are. Where are the twins?" One man asked her threateningly.

She didn't make a sound.

Sherlock and John jumped out of the wardrobe just as the man went to strike her.

"Leave her alone!" They said at the same time.

"Get them." The man said as another man climbed in. Two men went for the twins. The boys ran out of the room. They ran through the hallways to the top of the stairs. They were cornered. Rose and Hamish looked up for just a moment and saw John and Sherlock stood there in a panic. The twins looked back and then forward and then just embraced each other, holding on to each other tightly.

At that moment Rose and Hamish were both knocked unconscious by their opponents.

The twins were picked up by the men who had chased them.

"Get them all in the bedroom." One man said.

The recording changed.

The twins stood at the end of their parent's bed. On either side of them both there was a man holding a gun to their heads. On the bed lay Rose, Hamish, Harry and Mycroft. Harry was crying. Mycroft groaned and opened his eyes. All the family on the bed were restrained. He saw Sherlock and John and then the guards.

"Daddy! Mummy!" he said in alarm until a soldier gagged him.

Hamish woke up and so did Rose, both struggling in their bonds.

"Stop moving." A man said, he was bald and muscley and in charge.

The parents stopped.

"You will listen because you have two choices." The man said.

Author's note: Please review! They are really appreciated! Thanks! I hope you enjoyed that chapter.