Sorry, it's not as mysterious as I'd hoped. Also sorry this took so long, writers block and inaccessible computer. Thank you for waiting

Lestrade appeared stunned. Watson poked her shoulder, to which she pushed him away. "There is no way in Pluto that I'm anybody's mother! Her story is just hot air and no one should believe a word of it." she crossed her arms and huffed. Watson opened his mouth to speak but her glare silenced him. "I believe her." Holmes said turning to her, "the evidence was all there. You just don't want to be the victim in this story." Lestrade shot back, "not true! And what evidence? All I saw was a girl tell a tall tale about all of us except Watson. For all we really know she could be a crazy fan who changed her DNA to be ours."

Watson spoke, "my scans say there is no evidence to support your claim, inspector."

"blow it out of your circuits."

"I'm afraid I cannot do that."

Holmes laughs quietly. She leaves her chair and stomps out the doorway. "wait till I'm back with her." Watson jumps as she slams the door. "are we just going to let her go?"

"yes." Holmes returns to his violin.

Ten minutes later Lestrade called back, "meet me at the New London National Bank ASAP. Our future bad boy's making a scene." the boys hailed a taxi and arrived to hear Andrew demand to see Holmes. Despite Gregson's orders to stay, Holmes walked in with his partners. "if you die her story is false, but overall, don't die." Lestrade said, gripping his shoulder.

"I shall endeavor not to."

she rolled her eyes and let go. They walked in to see thirty people curled into balls sucking their thumbs. All except a pregnant lady who found that task impossible. Andrew stood in the center awaiting them. A armed robot stood next to him, primed to fire. "you have come. Why did you bring her? Inspector, is it? You may leave and take the hostages with you. This is between him and me." the robot stood down and produced a digital smile on its face plate. "the robots shall stand in the corner to witness this fight. Good, now, you will die." he pulled out a blaster and fires at Holmes. He dodges the blast by jumping left. He runs about the room, dodging, each shot closer than the last. "you took my family from me! Now when you are out of the picture my father will rule the world and I will have my mother! We will rise in power, the Moriartys, rulers of the world!" his shots began going wild as he cackled manically. A stray one hit the battle bot blasting a hole through its middle. As it crumpled, Watson ducked in cover.

The whole fight was broadcast outside until that moment. Lestrade dashed in and hid behind a pillar. "I can't believe she was telling the truth. Now just one clear shot." she aimed but ducked back to avoid being hit. She looked again to see Holmes limping. Their daughter pops in and grabs Lestrade. She pushes a button and all the color in the room, except for theirs, is gone. "stay here. I will take care of this." she presses it again and joins the fray. She watches helplessly as the girl is unfazed by a blaster shot. The girl smacks into him, knocking the gun away. Lestrade jumped when a part of the ceiling landed on top of her. It didn't hurt and she could walk through it. She realized just how little help she was now. Punching the wall didn't help either. She watched as the two of them wrestled, each fighting for the upper hand. Holmes limped in the background towards his fallen cane. Andrew's mouth was bleeding from his missing tooth. The girl's arm was cut. He swung, she dodged. He pulled out a plasma knife, grabbed her by the other arm, and thrust it into her middle. She screamed in pain and anger as he landed on her, pushing the blade deeper. Holmes sees an opening and throws his cane. It landed only an inch from the girl's hand. She grasped it and swung for dear life. It smacked into his head sending him flying away. Lestrade sees the device on his arm and realized that she could use it. She pulled it off and pushed the button marked shift. The colors of the room returned. Watson stared at her in surprise but kept running to help the girl. He used his scanner and first aid kit to help her as much as he could. Lestrade cuffed the dazed boy and forced him outside. She sent medics back in to assist. The girl was brought out on a stretcher and taken to the hospital.

Everyone figured the mess was over so the news crews and bystanders went their separate ways. Holmes sat on a bench, thinking about what Moriarty's plan may be. The medics had patched his leg. Lestrade came over and tapped his shoulder, "how are you doing?"

"I will be back in mint condition soon."

she rolled her eyes. "you have that look on your face."

"which one?"

"the 'what's my enemy planing' look."

"yes. You know me quite well I'm afraid."

"want to do that at home? You need to put that leg up."

"alright inspector."

she pulled him up and headed to the car. Halfway there his vision began to swim. He fell in to a shaking mass on the ground. She turned and rushed over to him. She called an EMT to their location. They carried him away, leaving her in fear for him. The fear turned to anger and she kicked her car. She follows them as a flurry of emotions danced through her head. She waited for the results, imagining the worst. A doctor came an hour later. She jumped up, "how is Sherlock?"

"we stopped the seizures but the scans show that his cellular structure is deteriorating rapidly. We don't know if we can save him. We're sorry inspector."

"can I talk to him?"

"sure."

she followed him to his room. Holmes looks older and weak, a state few ever saw him in. He turns to face her. "ah, how are you inspector?" she sits and glares at him, "how long has this been going on?"

"a few days now. I didn't want anyone to worry."

"worry?! You're dying again and you didn't want us to worry? Are you kidding? Did you even try to find out if this could be fixed?"

"no."

"for a genius you are an idiot."

"surprisingly you are not the first to say that."

she was trying so hard not to cry. "if no one can fix this and we can't bring you back without making it worse I will kill you myself."

"the world has survived without me once before and can again."

"I don't want you to die again." the tears have escaped, "I want... need you." she got up and slammed the door as she ran out. He lay there and thought. He thought until the drugs made him sleep.

Lestrade climbed into her car and beat up the steering wheel until sobs racked her. Knocking on the window stopped her. She rolled it down to see the girl. "what do you want?" she handed her a syringe. "here, this will help him. Give it to him when he wakes up. It will last him three months, just long enough for the hospital to make another one."

"why? And how do you know?"

"I already told you, and just kiss the guy."

"and if I don't?"

"he dies." she walks away.

Lestrade thinks, gets out, walks back to his room and waits. He stirs to see her hand holding his. "hey."

"what time is it?"

"about six."

"what is that?"

"future girl told me to give it to you. Said it will last for three months."

"did she say anything else?"

"yeah."

"are you going to tell me?"

"no."

"do you believe her?"

"maybe. She did hand me liquid hope."

"are you going to use it?"

"yeah. No other choice. If this doesn't work I'm going to murder her."

"I think it will."

"fine." she injected it into his arm and took it out.

"don't break it."

"okay." she got up and walked to the door. She turned around just before turning the knob. "there was one thing." he raised an eyebrow as she walked back over. She stood and chewed her lip for a second, contemplating. Then suddenly pinned him down in a huge kiss. Shock stiffens him then relaxes as he accepts his fate. Watson walks in to see their embrace and walks back out. She pushes away and blushes. "I'm sorry... I... I just... I..." she gets up and rushes out of the room. Holmes smiles, "yes, it looks like I have something to live for."

Moriarty turns to Fenwick and yells at him, "you idiot! This device will never work if you keep putting it in incorrectly! You've already destroyed several necessary parts. Now the plan will never work!"

the end.

Finally.