The police arrived immediately, with Lestrade. Molly started talking to him about the situation. John stared at them and then back to the alley way. He heard Sherlock groan in pain and that gave him no options. He took of running, towards the path, where Sherlock was. Limp forgotten, as his cane was abandoned.
John sprinted to the alley way. His thoughts invaded his very soul. Dad couldn't be hurt, he couldn't.
He arrived at the destination and turned. John observed that Sherlock was fighting two men. One had a gun, whilst the other used his fists. Punches were flying everywhere from all the men there. He looked further back and saw an elderly man covering his leg, he had been shot.
One of the men punched Sherlock in the jaw, as Sherlock kicked the gun out of his hand. It landed near John's feet. He saw Sherlock on the floor, mouth bleeding, he picked up the gun.
John had seen his mother use guns before, she mainly went out...hunting. John shivered at the thought of this, he knew that was a lie from her mouth.
John's brain went back into reality mode and saw that Sherlock was still on the ground being held up by his hair. Both of the men smiled at each other and looked over to John.
"Come on little guy, give us the gun." The stranger gave a toothy grin, it made John cringe.
John looked down and saw the gun. He looked around. He didn't want to hurt anybody. Maybe if he could pretend to shoot somebody. Maybe just above the two strangers heads, or one...
A voice interrupted him,
"Aww look at the little puppy. You've got a cast on, You're not going to shoot me. You're not going to shoot anyone." He stepped forward and held his hand out, whilst letting go of Sherlock's hair. He waited for the gun. "Now be a good little boy and give me the gun."
John started to panic. John stared at the gun and then made eye contact with Sherlock. Sherlock's eyes flew above the person holding him.
John nodded and immediately aimed above the attackers head. The bang went off, very loudly, as he heard people screaming his name. However he payed no attention to that, as events played out.
The stranger that held onto Sherlock let go and ducked. Sherlock took this opportunity to attack, Sherlock kicked the man in...well let's just say...his delicate area. He then continued and smashed the stranger's head into the wall. He was then unconcious.
The man in front of John saw this and was going to go for John, if not for Sherlock grabbing hold of his neck and grabbing a pressure point. He was then also unconscious.
Sherlock took the gun out of John's hand and checked him over.
"Are you okay? John are you okay?" The urgency spoke to John.
"Yes, yes. I'm fine."
"Are you sure? You could be..."
"Dad, I'm fine."
Sherlock looked quizicle, but then smiled. He put the gun into his coat pocket and placed a finger infront of his mouth. Ordering John to be quiet about it. John was about to ask, but then heard footsteps coming round the corner.
Lestrade, Molly, an abulance tame and some other police men came running round the corner. Immediately the DI scanned the scene and asked Sherlock for what had happened. Sherlock explained it vagulerly as Molly turned to John.
"John I told you to stay there, if anything were to happen..."
"But it didn't."
"Yes but if..."
John interuppted her once more "If you heard someone you loved in pain, wouldn't you want to help?"
John saw Molly internally cringe at this and her eyes held sadness.
"There are other ways of helping."
"I know. I'm sorry." Molly looked up, as John said this. "I didn't even think..."
"It's fine." Molly said with a smile before John squeezed her into a hug. John knew to do this when people were upset. Sherlock did this to John when he was down and it cheered him up. Therefore it must cheer other people up. Molly pulled back, "Is this-this okay?" She asked to him, he nodded and they carried on.
Molly broke it apart,
"We still need to go shopping, unlike Sherlock's beliefs, clothes don't magically appear from out of no where.
John smiled and turned to his dad. The ambulance people were making sure he was okay. Sherlock tried shooing them off, but Lestrade gave strict orders to make sure he was definately okay.
"What's your mother gonna think of this Sherlock?" Greg said with a grin.
Sherlock sighed, looked up at Lestrade and then smiled, "I don't know Jeff. But what will she think about you? Hmmm. Performing Mycroft's duties, above your own...police work."
"Sherlock it was my break, we had lunch. We..."
"You didn't get as far as desert though...before you had to come and interfere with my life."
Greg sighed before he called everyone off. He was just about to go, when he remembered.
"Umm Sherlock, tomorrow, my son's gonna be there as well."
Sherlock's eyebrows furrowed, "You have a son?"
"Yeah...hang on didn't you work it out?" Lestrade's grin widened, dramatically so.
"Well I thought...I thought you had a cat."
"You thought my son was a cat..."
"Well mistakes can be made..." Sherlock looked around, annoyed.
Greg laughed, "Anyway he's coming to your mum's as well, just please don't...be..."
"Disturbing?" Sherlock filled in the gap, with a smile. Lestrade laughed,
"Yeah."
"Well I will try not to, however if I talk about a case..."
Lestrade's phone beeped, as he swore.
"I need to get back to the station, I'll see you tomorrow." Lestrade started running off, before shouting. "It's Greg, not Jeff!"
Sorry for a long wait, for an update. Hopefully it's okay. It might be a long wait for another one, as I'm going to be on holiday...again. However I will make up for it!
Thank you for reading!