Hey little Sherlolly fans. This is yet another addition to my extensive collection of Sherlolly tales. Well if you consider 11 extensive. Anyway I hope you continue to read and favorite and follow and do all those things that readers do. Enjoy

Sherlock closed the door on his car and turned the key in the ignition. He pulled onto the busy London street and made his way out of the city. His newest case was taking him 5 hours out of the London city limits and he wouldn't be back for at least a week or 3. After a while Sherlock saw the LEAVING LONDON sign as he continued on. This case was the first interesting one he's had in a while. A duke had been found dead in his own manor. The only possible suspects where his wife, the heart broken duchess, his butler, the loyal confidant, and his daughter, the lonely 10 year old. Thinking about her reminded him of his own 10 year old, Wellington. It had been hard enough leaving Molly, she hadn't been having the best week. A children's hospital had been set on fire and she had to process hundred of torched kids. Molly was soft and she couldn't hide her emotions like he could. He had attempted to teach her his strategies a thousand times but she couldn't do it.
"Ooofff" Sherlock heard from the back of his car. Sherlock was now aware of a intruder in his car. He could easily swerve the car and knock the asalient off balance then hastily pull off to the side and disabled him himself. Easy enough. Sherlock swerved the car and heard a huge thump sound, bigger than anticipated. Then he swerved again and pulled over. Another thump came from the back of his car along with mumbling. Sherlock turned around in his seat and tried to get a look at his attackers. All he saw was a huge moving pile covered by a black blanket. Sherlock reached his hand forward, grabbed the blanket and in one fluid motion flung the blanket away. Under the covering was four boys all half frozen and half tending to there bumps. Sherlock sighed annoyingly. These where not just any hitchhikers a they where his kids... and some other bloke.
"What the hell are you boys doing here" asked Sherlock. Wellington, the oldest, sat up and spoke for the group.
"We wanted to help you on your case dad" he said. Sherlock grumbled.
"You aren't going to help me your only going to hinder me. Also did you even think about how your actions effect other people. Your mother is probably at home right now hyperventilating into a paper bag because she doesn't have the faintest idea where you THREE ARE" Sherlock yelled. All of a sudden Sherlock's pocket vibrated and glowed. He fished out his phone and looked at it.

INCOMING CALL FROM : Molly Holmes 333

"And speak of the angel" Sherlock said as he accepted the call.
"Isn't it 'and speak of the devil" asked his other son, Remington.
"Are you calling your mother the devil" he replied. Sherlock waved him off and listen to Molly.
"Sherlock I'm soooooooooooooo sorry I have been just really stressed and I knew something would fall through the cracks, but I didn't know THREE things would. Sherlock I've looked everywhere and I just can't"
"Molly just calm down please. They stowed away in my car. I've got all three of them, and some kid joined them too" he said reassuringly.
"Are you serious dad, this is Benedict" said Wellington. Oh yeah, Sherlock though, Mycroft's boy.
"And appeaently I've got Mycroft's boy with me to" replied Sherlock.
"But Mycroft didn't say he was missing" replied a calmer Molly.
"That just shows what type of parent Mycroft is. What do you want me to do with them" Sherlock asked.
"I want you to bring them home, and maybe it wouldn't be so bad if you could stay home as well" Molly asked. Sherlock sighed. Why was she so needy? A few hundred children get torched and he can't keep her off of him. Which by his own admittance wasn't always terrible.
"Molly I can't bring them home I'm behind schedule as it is and I can't come home either. This case is to big to ignore, I think Moriarty my have something to do with it" he told her.
"Can we have just one moment in our lives that doesn't involve Moriarty. I swear you spend more time thinking about him than you spend it's me. It's almost like you like him more than me" she replied. Sherlock groaned he really didn't want to have this conversation here I front of his sons and apparently his nephew.
"Molly you know that's not true, I've got to go. I'll get them all back somehow, ok" he said.
"Ok, just be careful. I love you Sherlock" she said.
"I love you too" he replied. Then the line went dead.
"Get a room why don't you" said Benedict.
"Hey shut your mouth or you'll all be walking back to London" Sherlock snapped. Sherlock turned back into his seat and put his hands on the steering wheel. John and Mary didn't live to far away, but they where on summer vacation. He did know of a nearby client of his that he had gotten off of a murder charge. Although he might be a little to rough for young kids. Sherlock though for a little while. He weighed the different options and calculated the risks and made his final decision. He pulled out his phone an sent a quick text.
"Alright, you bums buckle your seat belts" he said. Sherlock sighed, when had he become so domestic. After he heard four clicks he turned on his car and pulled onto the road.

*An Hour Later*

Three kids burst through the door of 221 B Baker Street and Molly was almost tackled to the floor by them.
"WE'RE BACK MOM"
"DID YOU MISS US MOM"
"DID WE SCARE YOU MOM"
"BOYS, get off of your mother your going to suffocate her" said a cool voice coming from the door. Sherlock Holmes leaned in the doorway trying to look cool and succeeding at it. Molly hugged her boys.
"Don't you ever do that again, I was so worried" she said.
"Sorry mom. Hey did Benedict's dad miss him to" asked the youngest, Livingston. Molly paused and considered her answer.
"We'll he was certainly 'surprised' when he found out that Benedict had been missing" Molly said. Sherlock giggled in his doorframe and Molly shot him and look and made he shut up.
"Mom can we go now" asked Wellington. Molly smiled and sent the boys in their own way. After they had left Molly's eyes wander up to the tall dark stranger in her doorway. She got up and walked over to him. She wrapped her arms around him and got onto her tip toes to kiss him.
"I thought you had an important case" she asked. Sherlock chuckled and whipped out his phone for Molly to see.

It's the butler-SH

"The butler" Molly questioned.
"Isn't it always the butler" he said. Molly giggled and kissed him again.
"You are so much more important than Moriarty. He pales in comparison to you, Molly. What does he do? Kill people, create master criminal plots. You deal with three kids and juggle a demanding job. All while finding time to love me" he said.
"I will always find time to love you Sherlock" she said. Sherlock smiled and picked up his wife bridal style. Moriarty was no match for the Holmes family.

Did you like it. I hope so, anyway I think it's neat. Oh by the way I suffer from writers block all the time. It has cut a lot of my stories short. I have yet to encounter this problem with this collection yet, but you never know what will happen. So it would be incredibly helpful if you would put suggestions of what you might want to see in the comments section. If I use your idea I'll give you a shout out and I'll love you forever. Wow I sound like Shane Dawson, *shudders*. Anywho Thanks For Reading.