I'm so sorry for not writing anything for months! Anyway, I've watched the last episode of Sherlock season 4, and now that I know what happens, I can add stuff from there into this. Only a few things will be different from my last story. First of all, the biggest change, I'm going to call John's daughter Rosie instead of Grace. Other then that, everything else is going to be pretty much the same. So sorry about the last chapter, I know that it was short, but this one will be longer. Again, sorry, but I hope you enjoy this chapter.

Chapter 4:

"Good morning Abraham." Henry said, walking into the shop while pulling on his coat. Abe looked up at him, before asking, "You've got a new murder haven't you?"

"Yes." Henry replied, a grim look on his face. Abe frowned at him, before sitting back and asking, "Okay, what is it about this one?"

Henry shook his head slightly, before explaining, "I've looked everywhere, but I can't find anything to say how she died! If it wasn't for the lack of pulse and breathe, I would say that she was in a coma."

Abe placed a hand on his chin, saying quietly, "That's a tricky one. But..." He slapped his hands on his knees and said, "At least you'll be busy for the next few days."

"Yes." Henry replied grimly, before adding, "And I'll be working with the victim's parents."

Abe chocked as he started drinking his tea. He placed it down as he cried, "What?!"

Henry nodded, raising his hands and saying, "I wish that they weren't there, but they do have a right to know what happened to their daughter. But... it's hard to work on her body, while worrying that they'll start breaking down."

"Who are they?" Abe asked, with his hand back on his chin. Henry shrugged, before answering, "Sherlock Holmes and Samantha Holmes."

Abe raised his eyebrows at him, before repeating, "Sherlock Holmes? You're working with the greatest detective in Britain?"

Henry frowned, before asking, "How do you know who he is?"

"I read the newspapers." Abe answered simply.

The sound of the shop bell ringing came to their ears and made them turn around to see Jo. She took a breath and asked, "You got a minute, Henry?"

Henry looked over his shoulder to see Abe walk to the back of the shop, before turning to face Jo. She swallowed, before saying, "Sherlock Holmes is about to find you out, Henry."

"What?" Henry asked, stepping a bit closer as Jo shrugged and said, "I was in the morgue, and I saw him sleeping at the microscope, and his phone was next to him, so I looked at it, and..."

Henry waited while she took a deep breath and handed him a piece of paper. Henry took it and looked down to see that it was a photo of him, Abigail and Abe when he was a baby.

"He had that photo on his phone." Jo said, making Henry to look up at her in fear.

Henry looked over his shoulder at Abe, before lowering his voice and asking, "Does he know about my secret?"

Jo shrugged, before saying, "Maybe you could ask him when we see him."

She turned to face the door, before looking over her shoulder and asking, "You coming?"

Henry nodded, before grabbing his scarf and walking out the shop door, saying bye to Abe over his shoulder.

***In the morgue***

Sherlock sighed heavily, rubbing his face, before looking over his shoulder at April's body. He knew that she had been going out with someone in New York for the last year, but he hadn't realized that it so serious.

Now he was wondering where April's boyfriend was, and whether his granddaughter was safe. He turned his head back to look at his phone, seeing that he had missed seven calls from April two days ago.

He swallowed as he saw that she had left a message for him, before sliding it and putting the phone to his ear.

"Dad? Please pick up!"

April's voice was scared, panicked, and there was a banging in the distance.

"I'm so sorry. I should have listened to you about George."

Sherlock closed his eyes as he heard April's sharp gasps, and knew that she crying. The banging was louder now.

"You have to find Sophie before he gets to her as well! She's at my boyfriend's, with... Find Jerry's place. You'll find Sophie there. Please Dad. Do this for me. Look after Sophie, please? Tell Mum that I love her, and that I'm so sorry for everything I did to her. Dad... tell Sean that I'm sorry that I didn't tell any of you that I was pregnant!"

Her voice suddenly went quiet as she whispered.

"I had a son. He has hazel eyes, and curly black hair. He's about four months old. I named him Jake Sherlock Alexander Smith. I love you Dad!"

Silently, a tear fell down Sherlock's face as he hung his head, still listening to his daughter, who was crying uncontrollably now. He wanted to be able to hug her and tell that it was alright, like he did when she woke, screaming, in the middle of the night when she was a child.

"I'm sorry that... I've never... never told you before Dad. But I love you... so much! Tell everyone that! Please? Will you do that for me? Look after Sophie, and Jake. Make sure he can't get to them."

Silence for a few moments, before she gave a great gasp and a crashing sound came.

"Thank you. Goodbye."

Then the call ended, leaving Sherlock with a tear still on his face and his breath shaky. He looked over his shoulder at his daughter's body, and knew who did this, and promised her that they were going to pay.