This story is the tale of how Sherlock and John got their daughter Angelica. The sequel A Daughters Dreadful Cough is up!

Disclaimer:No I don't own Sherlock

Chapter 1: A special girl

John looked over at Sherlock as they drove to the Anderson home for girls.

"You're sure you're okay with this?" He asked. Sherlock grunted

"Yes John."

"I just mean, fostering a little girl isn't going to be easy. She'll probably get into your stuff and..." John was cut off by Sherlock

"Yes you've told me. We're here. Let's see if we can find ourselves a daughter." John smiled. After his divorce from Mary because he realized he was gay, and later marriage to Sherlock, he had never even thought children would be an idea in the sociopaths mind. But Sherlock never failed to surprise him. A stern stout women greeted them at the door.

"May I help you?" She said gruffly glaring at them.

"Well no need to act like that Mrs Houston. Even if you were up late last night because a family decided to return a girl at 11:37." Sherlock stated. Mrs Houston looked taken aback

"How?" She asked. John cleared his throat

"Ahem. What my partner means to say is thank you for allowing us to visit today given your busy schedule." He said as Mrs Houston ushered them inside. Sherlock muttered under his breath about John interpreting his words. Mrs Houston rattled on about the different activities the group home offered. She led them into a large conference room where about 15 girls were gathered. Sherlock noted that the woman had only brought down girls who were in the age range of 10-12 that they had requested. Maybe this woman isn't completely useless. He thought.

"Girls, this is Mr Holmes and Dr Watson. Please introduce yourself one at a time." Mrs Houston stated

A young girl stepped forward

"Hi, I'm Alice, i enjoy..."

"Yes yes. Basketball and swimming." Sherlock said rolling his eyes. "You're also a bully and have a very low intelligence." The girl looked hurt and glared at Mrs Houston who rubbed her temples. Suddenly a loud bang made them all jump. Mrs Houston's brow furrowed. "Angelica Rose Wilson! That better not be you going through the garbage again!" A short scrawny girl with shoulder length mousy brown hair and grey blue eyes walked into the room with her head Down.

"Sorry ma'am. I needed a jar for my experiment." Sherlock ears pricked up at that.

"What kind of experiment are you working on? John asked sensing Sherlock's interest.

The girl looked shocked that John spoke to her.

"I'm testing the growth of borax crystals in various temperatures sir." John looked over at Sherlock who was smirking.

"Angelica. Room. Now. I will speak with you later young lady."

"One moment please." Sherlock said as he walked up to the girl.

"Angelica isn't it?" The girl nodded looking up at sherlock.

"And you are how old?" Angelica smiled

"Just turned 10 sir. I'm in 5th grade." Sherlock nodded as if to confirm the girl's words. "Mrs Houston." He said "I would like for John and i to speak with miss Angelica privately if that's possible.

The girl named Alice stepped forward. "Should have known you'd want a freak. That's all she is. A dirty little freak!" She shouted. Angelica's eyes lowered. Mrs Houston shushed Alice before sending the girls upstairs. Angelica looked at the ground awkwardly.

"Angelica, why didn't you come down with the other girls?" Angelica looked at Mrs Houston out of the corner of her eye.

"I was sent home last night from my latest foster home. They didn't understand me." Mrs Houston cleared her throat.

"Angelica is a very special girl. You see sirs, she has asperger's syndrome, ptsd and anxiety. All of the families she has had have sent her back soon. Angelica isn't exactly known for having the best behavior." Mrs Houston said with a glare in her direction.

"I see." Said Sherlock thoughtfully. "Perhaps we could speak with Angelica privately." Mrs Houston sighed but left the room. Sherlock approached the couch and sat down gesturing for Angelica to sit next to him.

"You're a very special girl aren't you Angelica? Your brain works differently than the other girls. You're smarter than them aren't you." Angelica's eyes widened.

"Yes sir."

Sherlock smiled. "I'm special too Angelica. I believe i understand you. But answer me this. What's 412 times 315? He asked. John rolled his eyes. "Sherlock there's no way she can.."

"129,780" Angelica said with a smirk. "and why don't you join us Dr. Your leg must hurt after that injury in afgahnistan." John's eyes widened.

"Jesus she's a mini you." he muttered to Sherlock who nodded.

"indeed she is. Angelica, how would you like to come home with us?