Disclaimer: Don't own Sherlock, that's the property of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle and Moffat.
AN: So, this fic is AU, where John and Sherlock got married and they had a daughter who was about 11 during the fall (This is 5 years later). Also, Moriarty never committed suicide. This is my first Sherlock fic, so please comment!
-Present Day
The tall, thin girl stepped into the abandoned warehouse, scanning the room for a source of life. "Come out." She called. "I know you're here." She took her coat off and gently set it on the cleanest crate she could see.
"Why, Miss. Watson-Holmes... How nice to see you again." The slender, evil man stepped out of the shadows and smirked at the teenager.
"Moriarty." The girl nodded curtly, her eyes full of hatred. "Have you thought about my offer?" Jim rolled his eyes.
"Just like your father, you are. Both of them. Figures, the magnificant Sherlock-"
"Just answer my question." She interrupted, her slightly heeled Mary-Janes tapping the floor impatiently.
Moriarty rolled his eyes again. "And tell me. Why should I listen to a child such as yourself?"
"I'm not much a child anymore. I'm sixteen as of yesterday. And you should listen to me because it's a win-win for the both of us."
The consulting villain raised his eyebrows. "And what would that be, little miss Anne-Marie?"
"I get information on where Sherlock is, oh we both know he's alive and you've got him somewhere." She snapped at the man's skeptical look, "And you get the crown jewels. So, do we have ourselves a deal?"
"Yes." They shook hands, but in their heads they were thinking the same thing.
Oh, how easy it will be to kill.
~Sherlocked~
"Where the hell have you been, Anne-Marie? You know that you need to tell me if you're staying after!" John Watson called out from the kitchen as his teenage daughter stepped inside 221B Baker Street.
"I'm sorry Dad! I had a project to work on and forgot to call!" She replied, and walked into the kitchen. "What's for dinner?" She gave him a hug.
"Spaghetti. And just don't forget again, okay?" He hugged her back. "You know how paranoid I get. Especially after-"
Anne-Marie frowned and went to her room.
AN: and there you go. The next chapters will be longer, I promise! Please review!
