Hey guys, sorry it's been so long! Anyway I 'm not proud of this one but I thought I should upload something. I'm just going to apologize for the bad ending now, but the next one should hopefully be up soon. Thanks for all your support!

"Henry, get down!" Sherlock ran over to the couch where Henry was sitting and grabbed him under his arms, swiftly pulling him up so he could hold him. He looked around the room, there were blinking lights in each corner. Bombs. How didn't he see these before? And how long have they been there?

"Are we gonna play airplane, cause Uncle John always picks me up real fast when we play airplane. I like that game. It's fun to spin around but this one time I spun to fast and-" Henry barley had enough time to grab onto Sherlock's hair as he ran out of the flat. Sherlock could hear the reporters outside the flat, someone must've followed them back after they had walked Henry to school a few days earlier. Henry heard them too.

"I'm not going out there." He yanked on Sherlock's hair. "It's too loud!" Yank. "It's hurts my head don't make me go

out there that's child abuse it's illegal!" By this point Sherlock was desperate, and probably bald too. He turned around a grabbed a pair of earmuffs from the ground of a nearby flat that they had been doing construction work on.

"Here wear these." Henry put them on his head, they hung loosely, but didn't fall off.

Sherlock pushed through the reporters with Henry on his shoulders, tugging at his hair. Now that he couldn't hear anything he thought this was fun. One reporter stopped in front of Sherlock and shoved a microphone in his face.

"We've seen you with this little boy in public multiple times, everyone wants to know, who is he?"

"Oh f-" Henry shoved his hand over Sherlock's face and pulled on his hair.

"You can't swear in front of me or you have put money in the swear jar remember? And we played the question game at school once" He looked at the reporter, still holding on to Sherlock's face. He took a deep breath. "My name is Henry Jonathan Hooper I live in London, and I'm in first grade but I'm only four I'm just smart. And one fun fact about me is that one time I saw a dead guy." Sherlock tried to get through the crowd. "He has blood coming out of his face and other places but I didn't really get to see because my mum saw me looking and got mad at me."

"Ok Henry, let's g-"

"Shhhh, I'm not done. Anyway most people call my mum Molly but mum is better because it's shorter. So I didn't get to see the dead guy for very long but he got stabbed by his brother. That's kinda sad isn't it? Maybe it is, I don't know. I'm pretty sure stabbing people is sad." Sherlock kept walking to the street to hail a cab, the reporters still following them.

"You know, you guys are nice you should come over and play sometime. I have a chemistry kit and sometimes I steal real chemicals and make things explode and everyone gets mad but it's fun."

Finally a cab came and Sherlock quickly jumped in it with Henry, who was still trying to talk to his "friends". Moriarty could still be following them. He had to get to St. Bart's to get Molly.

Ten minutes later Sherlock burst into the morgue, Henry running after him. He came up behind Molly and tapped her on the shoulder, she had headphones in a didn't hear him come up behind her. She jumped and Sherlock flinched as he felt the liver she was holding land on his shoe.

"Oh my god, I didn't mean to dropped that you just startled me. What are you doing hear? And- Henry, he's not supposed to be in here, there too many chemicals he could-"

"Molly we have to leave."

"But my shift doesn't get done until five..."

"Now."

"Sherlock, what's going on?"

"I'll tell you later."