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Amy Bell set a cup of tea down in front of each of the three men. Mycroft had told them where Amy Bell was living, and they immediately visited her. John and Lestrade thanked her, and Sherlock just sipped the tea.
Amy smiled shyly, sitting down with her own cup.
She was a slim girl, she couldn't weigh much. She was shorter than John, and very child-like, all but her eyes. Everything about her seemed young and innocent, except her eyes - they were old eyes. Eyes that had seen too much. Eyes that hadn't rested. They were a deep green, a sparkling emerald green. Her mouth was small, same with her nose. Her skin almost as pale as Sherlock's; it was a sickly pale. A grayish pale.
She brushed off her blue flowered sundress and tapped her black flats against the tiled floor.
"So, Sherlock, uh, how've you been?"
"Busy." Sherlock said, spinning the drink in his cup before taking a sip. "I'm a consulting detective now. Even got married."
"Oh? Who's the lucky one?" Amy asked, seeming sad but trying to congratulate Sherlock.
Sherlock pointed to John just as John raised his hand. Amy sighed.
"So he has a thing for blondes, eh?" she mumbled, swiping her black hair behind her ear.
John heaved a large sigh, sharing a glance with Lestrade that just screamed 'Oh bitch please!'
"Sherlock and I've dealt with a lot of shit, the most recent shit being a young Holmes."John said, leaning forward, silencing Sherlock. "Your daughter."
Amy stiffened and avoided eye contact.
"What about Cas?" she barely whispered, and suddenly her eyes seemed old. Terribly old. Every year of pain seemed to be amplified. "What has she done?"
"Castle stole £20,396 exactly from every Bert's Electronics across the planet and left a note on every screen of every computer in every store." Sherlock sniffed his tea quickly, scrunching his nose in that annoyed way that made John smirk. "She left, 'CCB, looking for Sherlock Holmes, come and find me Daddy'."
Amy rubbed her forehead.
"I should've known." She said softly, chuckling a bit. She looked back up and fiercely regained all eye contact, seeming to challenge everyone. "She's wanted to get in touch with her birth father - that's you, for the past ten years." John scoffed.
"If she wanted to get in touch with Sherlock why didn't she just, oh, I don't know, look up his phone number and call him? Leave a message on his blog? Something? Why did she have to steal over £20,000 from an electronics store?"
"Because she was smart," Sherlock replied, looking to John. "She knew I wouldn't respond unless it was interesting. So she made it interesting."
John shook his head, chuckling. "Should've known, because, hey! It's the Holmes family. You can't just say 'Hey, it's your daughter and I want to get in touch with my father, would that be okay?' 'No way! You gotta steal copious amounts of money from electronics stores before you can join my club.'" Lestrade nearly choked on his tea, trying not to laugh. Sherlock glared at the two of them, but Amy smiled and sighed.
"Pretty much, yeah," Amy said, reaching across the table and patting John's wrist. "But to answer your unasked question," Amy said, sitting back down and addressing Sherlock. "No, I don't know where Cassie is, but I can guess. I am her mother, you see."
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