A/N: I'm sorry I left you all hanging like that. I had planned posting this the next day but life got in the way.
Sherlock smirked when Moran moved his finger to pull on the trigger of his SIG and a shot fired out.
The shot however wasn't from the handgun. It had come from a few roofs over where John had been waiting with a borrowed L42A1. He kept his anger in check until he knew Sherlock was in immediate danger, and still he didn't go for the head shot like he so wanted to.
Moran fell, blood pouring from the wound in his chest. Sherlock hovered over the man.
"Since we're here, why don't you tell me where my children are." The genius said with deadly calm.
Moran laughed, which turned into him coughing up blood.
"I don't thinks so." The dying man wheezed. Sherlock scowled and dug his heel into the bullet wound.
"I can make your last moments very painful. Now where are my children!"
Moran winced at the intense pain but didn't want to give Sherlock the satisfaction of the true amount of pain he was in. When the genius let up Moran coughed and sneered, "See you in hell, Jim and I will be waiting."
xXx
Sherlock quickly looked into the lab of St. Barts and saw Molly talking to her husband Paul.
"Molly, Paul. Good to see you. Molly do you mind if me and John use your lab for some work?"
"Not at all it's all yours." Molly replied with a smile.
"Excellent. All clear John."
Sherlock held the doors open as John dragged in a black body bag and roughly shoved it out of the walk way.
"Is that..?" Molly asked hesitantly.
"A dead body, yes Molly. Paul could you be a dear and phone Mycroft. There's a bit of a mess on the roof he may want to clean up for me." Sherlock replied.
"Sherlock why do you have a dead body?" Molly asked the genius calmly. She was used to these sort of antics from Sherlock but still wanted to know where the body came from.
"He kidnapped our children." John stated, knowing it would cut through all the questions.
"How can I help?" Paul asked evenly.
"By calling Mycroft and staying out of my way." Sherlock replied impatiently.
"Sherlock you do know Paul has a PHD in biomedical engineering. He'd actually be able to help with the forensics." Molly interjected.
Sherlock was about to refuse the help but a look from John and he grumbled, "Fine. I need to know where he's been and I plan in doing that by analyzing the particulates in his shoe tread."
