The next few weeks dad had gone on a small holiday before he John went on a trip for a case. But they wouldn't let me come so I stayed with Jessica, which was a lot of fun, but I was beginning to really miss dad John until they finally came home.

The night they came home, dad told me all about the case as a bedtime story, which I found really intriguing. I couldn't help but laugh when he told me what he had done to John, even though it was really horrible.

When I woke up a couple of months later, I was super excited because it was Saturday, and dad said that I could with on a non-murder case. It ended with us in an art gallery after we had recovered a painting called Falls of the Reichenbach.

I stood between dad and John as people took pictures of us. It ended up in a lot of papers but I didn't pay attention to it.

Dad ended up solving a lot of cases and started getting into the newspaper quite a few times over the next few months. Sometimes I would be with him and sometimes I wouldn't. They kept giving him useless gifts, and I thought that it was quite hilarious. Months kept passing and soon my birthday passed and I turned 7.

John was sitting on sofa as he read a paper, while dad stormed into the room in his pajamas and threw another paper onto a stack of them.

"'Boffin.' 'Boffin Sherlock Holmes.'" He said angrily.

"Everybody gets one." John said without looking up.

"One what?" Dad snapped.

"Tabloid nickname: 'SuBo'; 'Nasty Nick.' Shouldn't worry – I'll probably get one soon."

"Page five, column six, first sentence." Dad walked over to the fireplace and picked up the deerstalker and punched it angrily.

"Why is it always the hat photograph?"

"'Bachelor John Watson'?" John ignored dad.

"What sort of hat is it anyway?" And dad ignored John too.

"'Bachelor'? What the hell are they implying?"

"Is it a cap? Why has it got two fronts?" He moving the hat back and forth furiously. I sat and watched the both of them mumble to themselves because it was truly hilarious.

I did this until dad finally threw the hat, which I caught and started to investigate it.

"What do you mean, "more careful"?"

"I mean that isn't a deerstalker now; it's a Sherlock Holmes hat. I mean that you're not exactly a private detective anymore." He held his thumb and forefinger an inch apart. "You're this far from famous."

"Oh, it'll pass." Dad sat in his chair and looked like he was going to his mind palace.

"It'd better pass. The press will turn, Sherlock. They always turn, and they'll turn on you." John sighed. Dad looked at John as he slowly lowered his hands.

"It really bothers you." He said

"What?" John looked over.

"What people say."

"Yes."

"About me? I don't understand – why would it upset you?" John looked at dad for a moment before he looked away.

"Just try to keep a low profile. Find yourself a little case this week. Stay out of the news."

I walked out of dad's/my room to see Mrs. Hudson making some tea,

"Oh, good morning dearie, the boys popped off for a case and Jessica's working. So I'm here." She smiled at me and I smiled back. I loved it when Mrs. Hudson took care of me. She would often tell me stories about when she was young, and they were so fascinating.

Soon enough they were home, John went to his room for the night and dad stayed in the living room with me as he played the violin. I recognised the tune of one of his compositions that he taught me. I went and grabbed my own violin and stood next to him by the window. The melody was soft and sad, and the way he played expressed a lot of emotion. I tried to copy his movement exactly before I looked out of the window. The song enveloped me as our bows moved in sync and it made me feel relaxed and calm for what seemed like hours. I'm not sure how long we actually played together, but I was really happy that I got to spend some time with him.

About a week later, they left me with Mrs. Hudson after they left in suits to go somewhere. They didn't come home until after I had fallen asleep and John left the next morning before I woke up for school while dad was in his bedroom (I had slept on the couch). I haven't really been seeing much of them lately and I didn't like it. Some of the people at school commented on me being in the papers, but I didn't really pay attention to them.

I was busy trying to think of what could be happening right now.

Another couple months roll by, but thing didn't really go back to normal. Every Time I saw Jessica, she seemed a bit sad. I tried to get dad to tell me some of his other cases that I hadn't heard about, But most of the time, he was in his mind place.

Mycroft had taken me out a few times to talk and eat. But whenever we'd go to the park, I sat next to him on the bench and watched all of the people.

John tried to act as if everything was normal, but he always seemed to be on edge, like something could go wrong at any moment.

One day after I had gotten out of school, still craving more of those lovely chips, I went over to Scotland Yard with Jessica. I sat in Lestrade's office doing stupid homework. Dad had just solved a case and was explaining it all to the the officers they were rushing out to find the missing children.

When they got back, I went and sat by John and held his hand while dad paced around outside of an office. Once Lestrade and Donovan came out, John and I stood up and walked over to dad.

"Right, then. The professionals have finished. If the amateurs wanna go in and have their turn ..." Donovan said sarcastically to dad. I never really liked her, even though she was never actually mean to me directly.

"Now, remember, she's in shock and she's just seven years old, like Jenny, so anything you can do to ..." Lestrade trailed off.

"... not be myself." Dad finished his sentence, he did act differently when others weren't around, so they didn't know him like I did.

"Yeah. Might be helpful."

Dad turned around towards us and folded down the collar of his coat before he took my hand and walked us into the little office.

The girl was sitting at a large table as she looked down at her lap with an officer beside her. I felt bad for her, cause I knew how scary it was to be kidnapped and be in a lot of danger.

"Claudette, I ..." He didn't get to say anything else because as soon as she looked up and saw his face, she screamed bloody murder.

I let go of dad's hand to cover my ears.

"No-no, I know it's been hard for you ..." Dad tried again but she just kept screaming and tried to get as far away from him as possible.

"Claudette, listen to me ..."

"Out. Get out!" Lestrade yelled at dad as he grabbed his arm and pulled him out of the room.

A little while later, we were still there, but I was nearly in dad's arms as he looked out of the window.

Soon though, I was waken up, as dad passed me to John and got into a cab. John mumbled something under his breath before he got another one and I fell asleep fastly as I held onto John's jumper.

I woke up yet again to the sound of sirens, but this time I was in bed. I tiredly walked out of the room to the living room.

"Burnt to a crisp." Dad said about something before the doorbell started ringing and someone pounded on the door as the shouted police.

"I'll go." Mrs. Hudson said as se left the flat as Iran over to dad.

"What's going on daddy?" I asked as I wrapped my arms tightly around him.

"It'll be fine, sweetheart." He kissed my head, before he calmly put on his scarf and his coat as we heard shouting from below. John went down the stair to try and stop them, but I just clung to dad not knowing what to do.

Soon Lestrade, Jessica, and two more officers walked in, and for a moment I thought that everything would get better until one of the other officers started to handcuff dad.

Jessica quickly took a space next to John.

"Sherlock Holmes, I'm arresting you on suspicion of abduction and kidnapping." Lestrade said. I narrowed eyes at him, but still didn't let go of dad even though they were trying to pry me off. Lestrade looked at the ground and sighed as I tried kicking one of the officers that was trying to get me off.

"Leave my daddy alone." I snarled at them. They stopped trying to pull me off as I felt a gentle hand on my back.

"Jenny, you need to let go of Sherlock. He's only going to go away for a little bit. Alright?" Jessica spoke softly.

"No!" I shouted, "You're one of the ones that are trying to take him away! I hate you!" I shouted at the top of my lungs. Jessica was still kneeling in front of me as dad knelt down to.

"Jenny, Jessica isn't here to take me away, she's not working right now. You have to listen to her, alright? I'm going to be fine."

"Promise?" I said softly sticking out my pinky finger.

"Promise." he smiled softly and wrapped his finger around mine.

"Okay." I hugged him tightly and he hugged me back with the arm that wasn't already cuffed as he kissed my hair.

He slowly stood up and I went over to Jessica who picked me up and held me so I couldn't see anything

"He's not resisting." John said as the guys pulled his left arm behind his back to get his other arm.

"It's all right, John." Dad said calmly.

"He's not resisting. No, it's not alright. This is ridiculous." John shouted.

"Get him downstairs now." Lestrade said to the officer that had cuffed him. I heard them walk out, and I could hear Mrs. Hudson sniffling on the stairs while I had my head buried into Jessica's neck.

"You know you don't have to do ... " I heard John say to Lestrade.

"Don't try to interfere, or I shall arrest you too." I heard Lestrade say sternly to John.

"You done?" John said to someone after Lestrade had walked out.

"Oh, I said it." I heard Donovan reply. I slowly lifted my head to look at her before I had Jessica put me down.

"Mmm-hmm?"

"First time we met."

"Don't bother." John huffed

"'Solving crimes won't be enough. One day he'll cross the line.' Now, ask yourself: what sort of man would kidnap those kids just so he can impress us all by finding them?" Mrs. Hudson gasped.

"Bitch." I growled softly before I ran at her and kicked her hard in the shins. She gasped in pain and I ran back behind Jessica and another man walked in.

"Donovan." The man said.

"Sir." She said through gritted teeth and glared at me as the let go of her shin. I gave her a death glare and did an evil smirk like dad did sometimes. In the corner of my eye I saw John covering up his smile.

"Got our man?" I growled softly again, because I was sure that it was this man who told everyone to do it but this time, Jessica was holding my back by my shoulders.

"Er, yes, sir."

"Looked a bit of a weirdo, if you ask me." I was fuming as I muttered some very colorful words under my breath. John turned towards him.

"My father is not a weirdo, he's a genius. If he actually did kidnap those children he would've gotten away with it." I growled at him. And he seemed quite amused.

"Oh, Is that." He laughed. "They often are weird, these vigilante types." He looked around the flat until his eyes met John's

"What are you looking at?" He said to John.

Donovan looked like she knew what was coming next so lowered her head as John started to move closer to him.

I laughed as the man walked out of the flat with a bloody.

I watched from the window as the scene played out. Dad and John were escaping police custody. It was exciting to watch until they ran out of sight.

"Alright Jenny, I think you should go to bed now." Jessica said gently as she put a hand on my shoulder.

"Okay." I sighed, praying that dad and John would be alright. I hated how fast everything seemed to be going.