Sherlock giddily walked down to Backer Street with his partner John, on his tail. They had just solved another murder that Lestrade had at the Yard and Sherlock couldn't be happier. Well, as happy as the sociopath could be.
"Sherlock, I really should be getting home, Mary will worry about me. And besides, Anne has some thing at her kindergarten today, so I really must be going." Anne was John and Mary's child and much to Sherlock's dismay, her name wasn't his. They didn't even have it be the middle name. Because Anne Grace Watson sounds better than Anne Sherlock Watson apparently.
Sherlock was disappointed, but replied, "Alright well I'll see you tomorrow, fish and chip, Baron's. See you then." And John giving his friend a nod, went into his car and drove off. Sherlock sighed and went in to the 221 building.
"I'm back Mrs. Hudson."
"Lovely dear someone is upstairs for you. A girl, said she need to see you."
"Alright than." he mumbled and went upstairs to greet his new client. When he pulled the door open he was taken aback in shock. A teenage girl sat on his sofa reading a book from his shelf.
She had long black with slight waves that made her look stunning. What completed her features were high cheek bones, brilliant green eyes, a tiny figure with slender arms and legs, a small noes, and a fine mouth pressed together on concentration as she read from a book that was placed on her lap.
He coughed and she jumped two feet in the air, looking rather alarmed.
"I-I- am looking for Sh-Sherlock Holmes."
"I am him, what do you want?" Why would this teenager come then to beg for something.
"I'm Scarlet Liminie, my mother told me to come to Baker Street and that a man named Sherlock Holmes would be able to help me. She said that she trusted you...I don't know why though."
"Scarlet Liminie?" He his said hid facade almost falling at the sound of the name. Surely this wasn't happening, not today, not now.
"Is there something wrong Mr. Holmes?"
"Hmm, no it's just that was the name of my ex in high school and I'm almost positive that her daughter was named Scarlet. I must be mistaken though."
"Who was her father, do you know?"
"Yes," his expression softened and the corners of his mouth turned down.
"I'm so sorry I didn't mean to upset you, its just I wanted to know. I'm sorry." Now there were tears in her eyes.
"No, no don't be, and don't do that crying thing either. I am Sherlock Holmes, and your mother dropped you off here?"
"She said she didn't love me and to find someone who did would be impossible." Sherlock could not believe his ears. She was not going to dump her onto him not now, he was in the prime of his life, solving crimes, helping at the Yard and the morgue. There was no way in hell that he would take in this child... Not now "I know your father." he managed out. Eventually she had to be told.
"Who?!" He took a deep breath and said,
"Sherlock Holmes."
I'M BACK!
Did you miss me?
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