DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ELEMENTARY. JUST THE PLOT AND THE OCS.

I. WHAT?!

It's just another Tuesday night for Sherlock. As usual, it's that day of the week when Joan would meet up with her friends. It also meant that he has the flat all to himself for the majority of the night. Normally he would have a 'friend' come over. But not tonight, he don't find the idea appealing.

As he was reviewing files from a couple of unsolved cases decades back, the door bell rang. Thinking it might have been Watson forgetting something or what not, he opened the door without hesitation not even bothering to question who his guest might be.

"Shay..." was the only word that came out of his mouth. Before him stands a beautiful young girl, with straight brown hair. Her green eyes are a perfect replica of his. Only hers are red and puffy, a clear sign that she had been crying. Quickly he engulfed her in a loving embrace, in which she had dissolve to as she cried once more. Finally regaining his grip to reality again he motioned for her to come inside. He then excused himself as he prepared some tea for her, using one of Joan's family's recipe of course.

He is very much surprised to say the least. This moment had only been possible in his dream. Although this is only half the wiah he had been wishing for for the longest time, still he is happy. Then again he felt anger rise withing him after remembering how depressed she looked when she showed up in his doorstep. Nobody is to make any woman in his life cry. Most especially not her, not Shay. Not his own flesh and blood. Not his daughter.

As soon as he was done with the tea, he brought it back to the study where she had been waiting. He found her examining the newspaper clippings she has on the walls as well as the folders on his desk. Physically she got everything from her mother. Aside from her eyes. But her looks is the only thing she had gotten from her. The rest of her she had hotten from her father. Her hunger for truth and justice, as well as her love for sweets. Yes, Sherlock do loves sweets.

"Here's tea..." Sherlock said.

"Thanks Dad" she said, taking one of the mugs that her father held. "Still into investigative stuff, I see..."

"And I believe so are you..." he replied with a smile. "You wouldn't have found me if you weren't"

"It's not exactly that hard to find you Dad, your old man gave you away. In return for something of course" she replied with a chuckle. Her response earned her a questioning look from her father. "I baked him his favorite red velvet cake, mum's recipe"

"Yeah, he loves that. More than he ever loved me I guess" he said with a smile. His face easily became serious though as his next question escape his lips. "What exactly brought you here, my dear?"

"Can't I visit my Dad without anything going wrong?" she replies, as she try and smile. Although that she had started popping her knuckles, Sherlock instantly knew something was not right.

"Irene Margaret Shay Adler Holmes..." her father said, he would only say her full name when he is dead serious and wants a straight answer. Letting out a defeated sigh, she decided to just cut through the chase and say what she had been here for.

"Fine..." she said. Taking out an envelope from her purse, she quickly handed it to her father as she braced herself for what her father's reaction will be.

"WHAT?!"

AUTHOR'S NOTE:I RECENTLY GOT HOOKED IN WATCHING ELEMENTARY. AND I THINK THIS MODERN SHERLOCK HOLMES IS BRILLIANT. I ADORE HIM. ANYWAY, I KNOW THIS ONE IS KIND OF SHORT. BUT PLEASE DO TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK OF IT. SHOULD I CONTINUE OR NOT? PLEASE R&R. THANKS :)) YOU CAN PM ME TOO :D