sherlock sat at the table, staring intently at his tea. they had just gotten off a case, it was a big one, took a few days to solve. it was a kidnapper who took children that were around the age of her own and held them until they finally caught her. there was a moment that sherlock just couldn't get out of her head. the voice of the suspect was still in the back of his mind, taunting him.

"you alright?"

john's voice snapped him out of his trance.

sherlock nodded. "yea." he cleared his throat. "did she go down?"

john nodded. "she was upset her papa wasn't there." his hand ran across sherlock's shoulder blades as he walked around the table, going to the stove.

sherlock smiled down at his mug. "the case just wore me out."

"i know, love." john said as he made himself a cup of tea. "how's your head?" he sat across from sherlock, taking a swig of his tea.

"it's fine." sherlock rubbed his forehead. "it's just a minor concussion. i've had worse." sherlock looked down at his tea again, seeing no point in drinking it if it was cold.

"hey," john said softly. he set his mug to the side and took sherlock's hands in his. "what's going on in there? huh?" he pointed at sherlock's head.

sherlock smiled softly, looking up at john. "just thoughts. nothing to worry about."

john smiled back. gave him that smile at told him everything is fine. that he had nothing to worry about. "why don't you go lay down? i'll clean up and be there in a bit." john rose from his seat, leaning over the table and giving him a kiss. he took sherlock's mug then his own, turning to the sink.

sherlock got up, going to his room and changing into his pajamas. he sat on the side of the bed, watching the nanny cam on his phone, not being able to pry himself from it. when john came in was when he put his phone away and actually got into bed.

sherlock took the corner, feeling the piece of thin wood hit the back of his head. he fell down, but instantly got up, turning to the woman who held the wood tight in her grip. "drop the wood, jen." he said calmly.

jen shook her head. "you took them away from me! you took my babies away!"

"no, jen. those were not your kids. your kids were taken by the court, remember?" sherlock watched her shut her eyes for a quick few seconds before opening them again.

"no!" she shouted.

"yes. amber was your little girl, remember?" he asked, taking a small step towards her. "and billy and max. they were twins."

"what about your little girl?" she asked with a taunting grin. "rosamund. what a beautiful name."

sherlock froze. no, no. stop it. she's trying to get to you.

"i saw you and john, playing in the park with her. such a beautiful little girl. reminded me of my amber." she stepped closer, noticing she had hit the sensitive spot on sherlock. "i would love to have a play date with her."

sherlock shook his head. "no." he acted quickly, knocking jen's feet out from under her, grabbing his gun and pointing it down at her.

she laughed. "just you wait! i'll get her! one night while you're sleeping, i'll slip right in. won't even hear a thing."

by this time, officers were there, picking jen off the floor and cuffing her, taking her away.

sherlock jolted awake, getting out of bed and bounding upstairs to rosie's room. he opened the door swiftly, but silently, seeing his little girl still sound asleep. he sniffled and ran a hand through his hair, tugging it.

"hey, love." john said softly. "what's wrong?"

sherlock shook his head, keeping his eyes on the crib. "she said she would take rosie. she said that she would. i let it get to me." he found himself collapsing into john, crying softly.

"hey, hey. it's okay." john whispered, rubbing shelrock's back.

"daddy!" rosie's whining voice came from the crib.

john let go of sherlock and wiped his tears before walking over to the crib. he lifted rosie out of her crib and walked over to sherlock with her.

she reached out for sherlock. "papa."

sherlock smiled and took her, kissing her cheek. "hi bumble bee." he held her close, kissing her head.

"do you want to sleep with papa and i?" john asked his daughter, rubbing her back.

rosie nodded. she rested her head against sherlock's shoulder, closing her eyes.

"c'mon." john said softly, gesturing to the door.

the family made their way back downstairs and to the bedroom, all getting in bed. sherlock places rosie in between him and john, letting her hold onto his finger as she slept. he didn't fall asleep for a while, watching rosie and john as they slept.

in the morning, sherlock woke up to rosie above his face, being held up by john. "papa!" she exclaimed, giggling.

sherlock smiled, rubbing his eyes. he chuckled, reaching up and taking rosie from john, tickling her stomach as he kissed her cheek. he looked at john who was smiling down at them. "morning."

john leaned down and gave sherlock a peck on the lips.

"yucky!" rosie pushed her dads apart.

the two men laughed.

"we made breakfast." john said with a smile.

sherlock set rosie on the floor then got out of bed, following her into the kitchen with john following behind him. john watched sherlock lift rosie into her chair in a playful way, using the voice that always made her laugh. he smiled at the two then set the table, placing a pancake on a plate for rosie. he kissed sherlock on the cheek.

"feeling better?" he whispered.

sherlock nodded, turning he head. "i love you."

john smiled. "i love you, too." he stood again, watching sherlock cut up the pancake as played around with rosie.

a/n: sorry for being dead. school is shit and my mental health is shit as well.