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There was no light outside when Sherlock's mobile began to ring.
He immediately grabbed it and answered it before his husband of three years woke up.
"Do you know what time it is?" Sherlock hissed into the phone as he slipped out of bed and pulled a dressing gown over his naked body. There were pretty decent hickeys on his neck, where John had marked him.
"Yes, and I'm sorry Sherlock, but I need your help." DI Lestrade's voice crackled over the phone. "There's a strange case and nobody can make heads or tails of it." Sherlock's head perked up.
"Details. Data. What happened?" he spoke louder than he had wanted, and he heard John's arm fling across the bed, searching but not finding Sherlock where he was not a minute ago.
"Sherlock?" John called groggily, worry in his voice. Ever since Sherlock came back from the dead, John's been very overprotective and he has small panic attacks when he can't find his love.
"Lestrade, hold on a second," Sherlock said quickly, rushing to John's side. "I'm right here, John," he said to John softly, wrapping one long arm around John's bare shoulders.
"Oh, Sherlock," John breathed, relaxing against Sherlock's side.
Sherlock smiled and lifted the phone to his ear again.
"Details about the case," Sherlock said, and John began to kiss Sherlock's neck and shoulder. John suckled on Sherlock's collarbone, and he let out a low moan, feeling himself react to John's groggy advances.
"Um... I'd call back later but this is pretty important." Lestrade took a deep breath and continued. "There was a break-in at the electronics store."
"What was stolen?" Sherlock got out between moans as John nibbled on his muscled shoulder.
"Uh, she hacked the system and stole £20,396 from every branch of the store across the world, but the strange thing is what was left..."
"What was 'left'?" Sherlock asked, scrunching his nose.
"Yes, a message on all the computers screens."
Sherlock's head perked up. This had started sounding remotely interesting.
"What was the mess-ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh John..." Sherlock's eyes fluttered closed as John began palming Sherlock's morning glory.
Lestrade was so uncomfortable you could hear it across the phone.
"Uhmmm... It read, 'CCB - looking for Sherlock Holmes - come and find me Daddy', word for word."
Sherlock's concentration was wearing thin as John became... very intimate with Sherlock.
Sherlock screwed his eyes shut, flying through his mind palace. He knew he recognized 'CCB' - it was something from his past. He knew it. And then it hit him just as his orgasm hit, his eyes flew open, everything suddenly making sense, all in the blink of an eye.
Seventeen years
28 June 1995 - 20 March 1996
£20,396 - 20,396 - 20396 - 20-3-96 - 20 March 1996
Amy Bell
Victor Trevor
Castle Crow Bell
His daughter
Sherlock let out a feral shout as he came back down from his high, falling against John.
"I know who it is, Lestrade." Sherlock said breathlessly, eyes half-closed, "She's brilliant."
"Wait, 'she'?"
"Oh, she's perfect!" Sherlock mused, smiling softly as he tightened his grip on John. "She's my daughter."

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